First Rehearsal Back

Date: 1/24/2018

I was back at school and school had just ended. I was about to go home but then I realised I had rehearsals. It was on the other side of the school and when I got there I realised I’d forgotten to bring stuff so I had to go downstairs to my locker. When I got to the stairs, there were no stairs, just a pile of chairs. A pile of chairs leading downstairs. So I toppled the chairs to make stairs but it didn’t compare to a case of stairs. So I stared for a while at the chairs in a pile until I jumped down and was nearly impaired. Ahead was a room full of people with stares, acknowledging the pain of descent without stairs. I carried on through the large hall of staring people to my locker where I picked up some wooden box I’d made? Then I headed back to the drama room by going up a STAIRCASE. The whole time I’d been anxious that the teacher would be angry that I was late but they didn’t even notice when I arrived. We had to recite our lines together without script, no one could remember their lines and it was chaos.