All is Fair in Love and Drama Club
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  • Reads 1,670
  • Votes 42
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 46m
Ongoing, First published Feb 23, 2016
If there's one thing Norman Babcock learned from his first drama club production, it's that a lot of drama ends up happening offstage rather than on it.
  
  And believe him when he says there is indeed a lot of it.
  
  (Disclaimer - I legitimately have no experience with school drama club productions. I'm going off of my own research and my friends' experiences.)
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