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It is recommended only for informed, adult audiences. Ray, Jr. First National Tour: Spring Awakening. Husband: David Breitbarth. Current Film she plays Mary in Waiting on Mary. RAY JR. The Musical! In Mr. Price was promoted to Production Manager. In the past 14 years Mr. Price has stage managed over 36 productions and over seen the technical aspects of over productions here at FST. During his 30 years in theatre Mr. Price has designed sets, lights and costumes for dozens of productions.

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More than she did at ths point So I put my knife in hee remaining eye and twisted itinto her brain. Their bodies were just gaping, empty bags. No cntrals wo salvage And then Isaw Jake Powell. That was the truly sick thing. Youll already knew about that. This dumb litle kid with glass. Even before the war Jake was wrong. All those entails being braided and woven. We had been in home period, in Ms. But whoever did i, in the middle of cass cis girl suddenly screamed and her eyes tuned into balls of blue glass and her arms stretched out lke poles and her hands grew new fingers and grew big.

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I knew it was something big. He couldn'tlook at me. He was shaking. He gave itwo me. Hooked atit. Asked him iffe wanted to talk about it. Sometimes a little too stagey, it is nevertheless an engaging encounter and one that eventually pays off in the latter stages of the drama. The apex of the escalating tension is the reveal of the story that the boy had written and the source of his suspension from school.

A shiver reverberates down the spine as the tale is told. A horrified teacher is narrator, a sympathetic mother its audience. Divergent views on his work prompts conversation, as we hear conflicting attitudes and views on the comprehension of art. We consider how, in times of panic and fear, freedom of expression can be censored by conservatism.