...AND WE JIVE AT STATE ZERO-FIVE.

[Editor's Note: This is while we stood (Read: Allowed ourselves to be herded like cattle.) in Morsanni Hall at the TPAC, waiting desperately for Beauty and the Beast to open its great, brown doors. We were in pain. We were nearly trampled. We stood there for two hours. It was not a "grand ol' time." In fact, if State was actually called A Tale Of Two Cities, this would be "it was the worst of times." Seriously.]