The Rude Mechs’ The Method Gun and the Power of Belief

A man with a bushy beard and mustard-yellow shirt interrupts the play before me to ask the audience to reach into the envelope in front of them for a pencil and paper. Staring at my computer screen—my window to the world since the start of the pandemic—I hesitate for a moment. Should I grab a pencil too? I have a post-it on my right, will that do? The man then tells the audience—his actual audience—to close their eyes and think of the name of someone who taught them something.