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Snakes, broken bones, and a cheerleader. I don’t know which was the worst. Here’s what happened:

Three hours ago—opening night!—I was drawing tears from the audience with my riveting performance as Juliet (”Romeo, what’s here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? “) when disaster struck: The table holding Joe (a.k.a., Romeo) broke—and Joe grabbed my arm as he fell to the floor, even though he was supposed to be unconscious. We both plunged to the floor … and I heard a crack. I think the entire audience must have heard it. At first I thought it was my tailbone, but it was only Joe’s wrist. Phew.

Anyway, the show went on. Simon took Joe’s place (we were almost done anyway)—but then I spotted something moving in the sacks at the front corner of the stage. I forgot my lines because a second later I saw the school’s missing boa coming straight for me. (No one knew it was missing until then.) Needless to say, I wasn’t very happy. I’d rather plunge a knife into myself than get attacked by a rabid snake.

Of course, I wisely go screaming to the other side of the stage, but the freak Melanie (luv you, Mel!) comes up and socks it. Melanie is a cheerleader. A girl girl. Still, she knocks it flying with her baton. This is not a joke. Then Simon grabs a sack and throws it over the boa. The Mad Scientist (sorry Mr. Langley, but this really was crazy) scoops up the boa with a shovel that was on the set and walks across the stage with it toward the science room.

After all that, guess who got the roses tonight. Yeah. Melanie.

I hate my life.

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