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I was at a One Act theatre festival in high school. One school decided to do a rendition of Beowulf, and forgetting for a moment that the show was absolutely terrible, they also forgot to mention that the show used STROBE LIGHTS. Yes, that's illegal. No, they weren't kicked out of the competition. In fact, they won a few awards. "wtf?" you say? I concur. But I digress.
Anyway, a few seconds after the strobe started, I noticed a few rows in front of me, it looked like someone decided to lay down on the floor. I thought that was a little weird, so I got up to look and found that the guy was convulsing. Once I realized that he was having a seizure, I looked around for someone who could go get help for me, and I found the festival director was on his way. I immediately told him to call 911, but he sat there gaping like a fish telling me that "It's the middle of a show. We can't interrupt it." I actually ended up yelling in his face (yes, still in the middle of the show. Fucknuts and their strobe light and terrible acting) that it was a medical emergency, and if he didn't "call 911 right the fuck away, this person could die." (Note: this probably isn't true, but at the time I was only concerned with getting that guy off his ass) After that he decided it was OK to interrupt the show.
I stayed with the guy, kept him on his side, and tried to make sure he didn't hurt himself any further. I stuck with him until the paramedics arrived, where they thanked me for my help and took it from there. Afterwards I gave the director a large piece of my very irate mind. What man could be so selfish that he's more concerned with how well his festival goes than the life of someone in the audience? Anyway. That's my story.
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