Singing Loudly

Most of the plays I write come from autobiographical events that I draw from and make new. In most of the cases I don't have to worry about friends, family, or former girlfriends figuring out what the subject matter is derived from because I use my life as a starting ground. To the contrary, a one-act that I wrote a couple years ago after an ex and I broke up is not nearly as criptic as it ought to be, and I just learned that it might be staged in a one-act festival where she is a theater student. Hmmph. I hope that she either does not figure out that Hilde is the stage name for Heidi, or that she is not upset when Hilde turns into a plant infested with cockroaches. (In response to me asking what would make her happy she said, "If I was a plant." Hence the plant transformation). I would tell them not to do it but it's such a fun one act that I think I'd rather risk the possible wrath.