Hail to the Chief of Poodles

How did you guys like my new TITLE? (I finally figured out how to do it!) Isn't that so wonderfully random? Anyway... Last night, we blocked Act One of Murder on Center Stage. First of all, Sandra Becker, who, unfortunately, was type-cast,(her character is an insane woman who wants to be an actress) came in with her dog--a standard size poodle! Now, I, a person who loves dogs, was happy at first and got really excited. Then, my common sense drive took over, and I was thinking, and having trouble not screaming, "What the crap!" Who brings a dog into rehearsal??? She has been involved with the theatre for a really long time. She should know better. I don't know what kind of crack she was smokin', but man! Another thing you should know about her--she's really short. She's not like a little person, or anything, but she's very petite. So this freakin' poodle like came up to her waist, and he was a puppy! Think about what it will look like once he's full grown! Then, the poodle started eating Sarah's foot, so she was kind of pushing it away, and Sandra's like, "If you leave him alone, he won't disturb you." I cocked my rifle then. The dog chewed on my feet for a while, too, but Sandra didn't get onto him. Geez. Then, we had another inconvenience--the director's little sister. She backtalked her the whole time, and when she would try and tell her where to move, she'd be like, "I was reading my lines! I couldn't do that!" Then, we kids were off "talking" she whispers to me, "She doesn't do too much directing, does she?" I cocked my rifle a second time. We still have two parts that have not yet been filled, and Melanie was gone, so Chandra assigned certain people (including herself) to fill in the blanks, but Tiffany had to read EVERYTHING! It was very frustrating. If it were Chandra, I would have backhanded her. But, then again, I don't think Sarah would ever talk back to me like that if for some reason I was directing a play and vice-versa. One good thing about the rehearsal, I get to fall on my knees and collapse at the end of act one while yelling, "I can't stand this anymore!" At one of these performances, I'm just gonna screw around and be like, "Kahnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" That would be great. Today was the Rock-a-Thon. Unfortunately, due to the Concert Choir being annoying, we only got to rock for four hours, and I was gone for 1 1/2 - 2. I left at twelve for the Leo's Meeting. We voted in officers. Guess who's the new president? I have a good group, too. Jordan's my vice, Madison's my secretary, and Chris is my treasurer. So, this should be fun. Well, I guess that's all for now. Sorry that this was so poorly written and stuff.

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