Your local girl gang’s all here 2 years after graduation, and it might be on the verge of collapse. A surprise wilderness retreat with an Instagram Witch might’ve been a bad idea on Rebecca’s part, but then again, it’s not the WORST idea she’s ever spun into reality. If there’s anything she learned after 4 years of fraternity parties, social climbing, and the occasional college credit, it’s that you CAN manipulate your life… but only with a little help from your friends. This play is a story about every time you’ve ever looked in a mirror and saw something that wasn’t actually there. This is a story about wondering if your friends actually like you or not. This is a story about Cotton-Candy Colored compromise and immaculately manicured trust issues. This is NOT a story about Rebecca Walden. And, yes: I guess in the end, this is also a story about penises.