The best part was that one of the Indians was a real life Indian. So she like... Wore a giant headdress? And it was never explained. Did she just have it at home and like, demand to wear it? I hope I can direct a middle school production one day so I can be there to squelch these artistic inconsistencies.
The absolute most horrible part was the reason we were there... This story is unbelievable. My dad's best friend's daughter was Mr. Darling (she's tall. And no, it is not an all girls school. I tip my hat to you, director, for giving all the girls the good parts even though they were meant for boys, because they just are better. Why isn't that what everyone does?).
So we go to see her play, she's in 7th grade, and I find out he's not allowed to see his own daughter in her school play. Why? His ex wife, her mother, is Voldermort. Those are "her days" of custody, so she refuses to let him see his daughter in her first play. He was there at the beginning to walk his ailing mother to her seat, and the ex wife saw him there, took pictures and called the police to say he's kidnapping the daughter. Which she does a couple times a week. I just... I didn't know this type of evil existed.
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