Oi! There's a distinct possibility that I might die today (as it's past 12midnight where I live.) While that type of knowledge may comfort some people, it gives my indigestion. And now, I have to try to sleep through it.
We walked out of rehearsal. Technically it was over and notes had been given, at least the ones that pertained to us. So we left and didn't go back even when a parent told us we should. (I get a ride home and she was leaving so if I didn't go I would be stranded there facing a 2-mile walk home in the dark.)
The director is probably not pleased. Nope. She's not a personality to be messed with, but in this instance, my hands were tied.
