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I enjoyed the F.S. production of On the Town very much, despite the back-cramping pews and poor Gina's illness. Matt was dazzling beyond all measure, Daoud was a dreamy, dreamy rock star and Anika was radiant. Those other kids whose names I don't know were also excellent, except for that one girl who still sucked very badly and oughtn't to have had a solo. (I am a mean, mean high-school-theatre critic.)

I also enjoyed intermission immensely, because a group of young children in the balcony above me noticed my Superman shirt and started waving to me ecstatically.
"Hi Superwoman!! Hi Superwoman!!!" they cried. "Can you fly???"
"Yes!"
"Where's your cape?"
"I left it at home!"
"Why is your hair in a ponytail?"
"So it doesn't get in my face when I fly!"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two and a half!"
"Are you married to Superman?"
(I hesitated. My first instinct was to reply that Superman and I tried to make it work out but that we had too many differences and had been separated for some time. "Say yes," whispered Gina.)
"Yes!"
"Can you walk on water?"
(My favourite question.)
"That's JESUS!!!"

What I did not enjoy was the nasty trick played be by Goose afterwards. I wormed my way through the crowd to return the tie she'd loaned me (part of her stage-hand get-up, for some reason; she let me wear it because I liked it; Erica suggested that it looked like Clark Kent was in too big of a hurry to get completely changed) and she tugged me onstage to say hi to her winsome boyfriend.
"Oh, but," I protested.
"Say hi to Daoud," she insisted.
Daoud was surrounded by friends on this, the last theatrical performance of his high school career.
"But," I tried again. Goose was very intimidating, however, so I stayed.

It was a bit like waiting around to meet Sting or something. There were crowds of fans, Daoud was deep in conversation. I stood around awkwardly, clearing my throat. Finally, with the help of Mean Mistreater, Daoud looked up.

"Hi, Daoud," I said.
"Hi, Tavie," he said.

I would have done better with Sting, I think. He melted immediately back into conversation, and Swamp Witch cackled with glee as I fled the auditorium in tears.

(It's all true except for the fleeing in tears part. But that sounds better than "I found Gina and Erica and we went to the Bendix for some chow.")

I feel a little sad that tonight was the last time I'll see my bunny perform at that school. It's such a lovely school, although it always makes me feel a little wistful when I'm there, for reasons best left alone.

Oh, well, maybe he'll do drama at Yale.

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