I was in a play. I had to wait backstage a long time before I went on. When it was finally time, I couldn't find my costume, which was supposed to be some type of sari, and had to go on in a peasant blouse and skirt. When the curtain was pulled, I saw that there were only a few people in the audience. Most of the chairs in the auditorium had been folded up and stacked on the side. The director then told me that this wasn't the actual showing of the play, but a rehearsal. I said that was good since I didn't know my lines. I then summarized my lines and went backstage again. After that it became clear that a complicated conspiracy was underfoot to cover up for some crime.
Dispatch from Portland's March for Our Lives
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