March 24
*I’m in a school auditorium with S, we are here to watch a play – though we are in a school, this is a professional production. AM is in it. We sit on bleachers looking down on the play, which is beind performed on the gym floor. It’s a musical, about a southern church (the kind where they speak in tongues) I’ve seen the dress rehearsal, however due to time they cut it short so the musical numbers and a couple of effects were not part of that show. We watch as the congregation is sitting in chairs all looking towards the preacher, who is standing with his back to us. He instructs the people to spread out more around the “church”. S is whispering now and again, and I lean towards him and ask him to be quiet… this isn’t like the other theater we go to, he’s not supposed to talk during this play. The group is starting the musical number and S gets in an altercation with some people sitting next to him. Some of them were talking, and someone else argued with them… S backs up the guy who was arguing and their voices are raised, then they calm back down and a few of the people get up and move. The guy was complaining that they kept switching seats and shifting around. The lights are dimmed and I hear noises, people are releasing snakes onto the floor. This is one of the “effects” they didn’t do during the dress rehearsal. I’m stunned that they are doing this… even if the players aren’t scared of snakes, did they not think about the audience? What if someone is phobic? What if there are kids in the crowd? They are going to start a panic! I’m no longer sitting on the bleachers, I’m on a futon and I’ve climbed up so that I’m on the back of the futon, above ground level to avoid the snakes. Someone is laughing at me for getting up out of the way.
The play moves to an auditorium next door… most everyone has left before we realize that we are supposed to move. S and I walk to a new set of bleachers, set perpendicular to where we were just seated. I’m a couple rows above S, hardly anyone around us. Someone sits just below me, a man with an unusually large head, mullet-ish hair, big teeth, big chin. He is part of the play. He puts his arm around me and I turn to him, saying “That’s not appropriate, we just met”. He leans in and tries to kiss the side of me (either my face or neck) I’m holding a pen in my right hand, so I swing my arm around and stab him in the neck with it… it doesn’t break the skin, but it hurts and he freezes. I lean very close, and quietly whisper “I don’t give a shit if you are in this play or not, I don’t care who you are… I will fuckin drop you if you so much as look at me sideways again.”
