There is a classroom directly over my office. On some afternoons it sounds like 18 or so people are playing tackle football up there. Plenty of yelling and running and crashing. One time it proved to be the hip-hop dance class that had been ousted from their usual ground-floor practice space. Today I wasn't so sure. But then I believe I heard the mighty roar "Three shouts for freedom!"and I figured it out. What's happening over my head even as we speak is no less than a fight to the death against a fascist regime.
It's also a musical.
But I guess they're planning to rehearse the songs after they finish practice-killing each other.
Oh...wait. Here comes the guitar...RIGHT NOW.
Ah, high school.