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Anecdotes from high school theatre days:

	One of the many hassles we had at our high school was a
music department and a drama department that usually weren't
speaking to each other. This led to, among other fun stuff, a
production of 'You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown' with the songs
lip-synced {If we had done it live, then the music department would
have had casting rights}.  Actually, that turned out to be a
blessing, as the Charlie Brown character turned out to be totally
tone deaf, so we dubbed his singing parts.
	Now, among other disasters, the music department would
toss an operetta or two during the year.  Since the music department
had no technical crew, the drama department tech crew would be
called in to take care of stuff.  Well, one of the prima donnas of
the music department {you know, one of those first sopranos that can
hit high notes only dogs can hear} did not have one of the most
pleasant personalities one could ever hope to have.  She spent most
of her time complaining about something or another, usually without
*any* justification.  We finally got tired of her, and popped her
into a stage coffin {doesn't *every* high school have one of
these?}, and left her to stew. Well, she made a big enough stink
that someone let her out; then she went to complian to the drama
director about what a bunch of heathens we were.  Soooo, our drama
director herded us into the room, and asked us 'Did you people lock
her in the stage coffin?'.  We replied yes, that we had....and he
said 'Well, I've only one question... why did you let her out?'

-- 
Laurie Sefton
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~As he lay out the tarot, the devil and death, two old and very dear
friends of mine, appeared.~