As a school project, we wanted to perform a Jesus play but the only guy who had the traditional famous Jesus look had blond hair. We begged him to dye it black, but he refused. After explaining it to his parents, they agreed to let their son dye for our scenes.
My friend told me he had to leave the play after Act l. Knowing he'd waited forever to see it, I asked him why. He said the program stated that Act ll was two years later, and he refused to wait that long.
When I refused to buy her concert tickets for the weekend, my 15 year old daughter broke down and threatened to cry a river. I told her to go ahead, but remember that she's so self absorbed the tears won't even make it to her cheeks.