I'm kinda writing a musical??? the draft name is "Love and War." It's starring Autumn Anderson, a tenth-grader who in the span of one day gets dumped, her friends cut ties, and her mom grounds her. The story follows her revenge plot, as she uses a boy called Caspian Hemmings, who'd been crushing on her for months, to get back at her ex, Jasper. But what was initially a revenge plot might turn into something else... The play is also about modern standards of "popularity", how the things people consider "popular" or "trendy" are actually often dangerous and can make others feel put down. Now, while I do make jokes at the expense of things like makeup and crop tops, I'd like to say that the way you dress is up to you. I don't care if you've got a pixie cut and a hoodie or a hijab and a t-shirt, as long as you respect others' choices, that's what matters. Fashion trends- mostly- are fine. It's the trends relating to behavior that worry me, and that's what the play is pointing out. I think popularity should be decided based on who's respectful and nice to others- the actually popular people, not the ones who try to be. The ones who follow trends at any cost, sucked into the popularity hivemind, aren't gaining popularity with anyone outside of the hivemind. I personally don't follow trends, but if you do, that's fine- as long as what you're doing doesn't hurt yourself or others, mentally or physically. I believe at the end of the day, what really matters is having a group of real friends who like you rather than a group of people who joined you for popularity.
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