tinkerbelle22
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Hey guys! Just thought I'd share my story with you. So, I'm in my high school production of Grease. Our high school has quite the reputation when it comes to our shows. The talent, the sets, the costumes...all close to perfect. Our director, Ann, was in Grease on Broadway, so she knows what's up.
Anyhoo, our show's in March, and we all came to our daily rehearsal, which was to last from 3 to 6:30 pm. Our cast as a HUGE problem with talking, though. I do theater outside of school, so I know: You Can Not Talk. If you want a good show, at least. So to make a long story short, Ann said that if we didn't shut up, she'd leave. That just went over our heads. Suddenly, she grabbed her coat and scarf, and stormed out the door. Our music director followed behind. After a long silence, the principal came, and told us all to go home!
So from what I hear, one of the student directors had to drive her home, because she left her keys inside (come on, who would really want to go back in there after that?). Rumor has it she had a bit of a breakdown in the car, crying and all. I feel bad. I wasn't the one talking, certainly not. But can you imagine? And people say she might not come back. Ever. My next rehearsal is on Monday, and I have no idea if she'll come or not.
So enough about me. Have you ever had an experience like this? Where the adult totally cracked under pressure?
Anyhoo, our show's in March, and we all came to our daily rehearsal, which was to last from 3 to 6:30 pm. Our cast as a HUGE problem with talking, though. I do theater outside of school, so I know: You Can Not Talk. If you want a good show, at least. So to make a long story short, Ann said that if we didn't shut up, she'd leave. That just went over our heads. Suddenly, she grabbed her coat and scarf, and stormed out the door. Our music director followed behind. After a long silence, the principal came, and told us all to go home!
So from what I hear, one of the student directors had to drive her home, because she left her keys inside (come on, who would really want to go back in there after that?). Rumor has it she had a bit of a breakdown in the car, crying and all. I feel bad. I wasn't the one talking, certainly not. But can you imagine? And people say she might not come back. Ever. My next rehearsal is on Monday, and I have no idea if she'll come or not.
So enough about me. Have you ever had an experience like this? Where the adult totally cracked under pressure?


