A Light Massage Before The Show

We're standing on the steps outside the theatre at The Old Fitzroy. There's a flight of stairs down to the theatre and a little Asian kitchen just to the side that does a pretty good laksa. They've rung the bell for us to go in but the door hasn't been opened yet, so we all stand there in the cramped corridor waiting. The Dreaded One leans back against the wall and starts massaging her shouler blades against it, really grinds into it, half smile of pleasure on her face. She gets tight muscles from catering and she does this all the time. We look absently inside the busy kitchen then, and all the cooks suddenly start looking around in bewilderment because the lights are flashing and a dimmer one is going dark and bright and dark again. It looks pretty funny. No one knows what the hell is going on until the head cook comes out and says to The Dreaded One, "Can you please don't do that." She's been massaging her shoulder blades against the light switch panel.