It was a fantastic show (I recommend it to you if ever you have the opportunity to go!). Sound was a bit too much for me at times - I jumped a lot (so for the average range of people it should be fine). This was followed by an "Are you alright?" from the creepy guy sitting next to me.
Reverse and explain time.
There was a guy in my Drama class. Well, no, there were a couple of guys, but we are focusing on one. Derek.
Derek claimed to 'love' me.
Derek: Will you sit next to me on the coach to the theatre?
Me: (Not liking to sit next to people on coaches much) No.
Derek: Aww, please?
Me: Fine...
He tried to hold my hand a lot on that trip. I pulled away. Apart from not really wanting to hold hands, Derek's hand was not a very good sensory stimuli. It felt horrible and yucky.
If this was everything about him, I still wouldn't have minded it all that much. At that age I was all:
But Derek was also a total jerk - which is how he got unfriended and never friended again - hey, I'm making new terms! - on Facebook. Wait, three dashes in one sentence?! Even though he wanted to be refriended, what he really needed was slapping in the hope it'd get him into a sane mind or at least a nicely insane one.
Fortunately, War Horse captivated me so much I forgot about the person sitting next to me.
And I had my fun on the way back.
Me: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
Derek: What are you doing?
Me: Counting cars. 22, 23...
*some point later*
Derek: Could you stop that?
Me: (ignoring him) 666, 667, 668...
*A bit later*
Me: 999, 1000!
Derek: Finally, I might get a bit of peace!
Me: 1001, 1002...
(Okay, it wasn't exactly like that, but it's a fairly good representation! And I think I got to 1064, but that could just be my brain making stuff up)
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