Help me

I am terrified of my daughter. She is normally the sweetest most loving child on the planet, but today she mutated into a strange scary creature. Right before my eyes.

Chloe is 11, almost 12. A few weeks ago she told me that she would like to try out for the school musical, and wanted to know if that was okay with me. Of course it was! So she signed up, got a piece to read for audition, and I didn't hear of it again. So the night before the first audition, I asked her if she had practiced. She had. She recited this long piece with enthusiasm and I was very impressed. She got a callback. Then she was given a small part. (After all, she explained to John, this is her FIRST Broadway Play, she doesn't want to get in over her head.)

So, practice most of this week, and today is Saturday. No school. So she is dancing her heart out, and singing too. She told Guy she could not play with him as she had to practice. She seemed upset that she could not remember every single dance move yet. I pointed out to her that the play was not until March, and she had plenty of time to learn it all and not to worry about it.

That was the precise moment my child morphed into a psychopathic lunatic. I was advised that 6 weeks is NOT enough time to truly prepare for a play and it takes one full hour to memorize one minute of dance. She pointed out that she would have to suffer the WRATH of someone named Stephanie if she didn't remember the dance steps. (Chloe just looked over my shoulder and told me I had BETTER not be emailing Stephanie about her not remembering a step, I assured her I was just emailing grandma about it - Yikes).

She's taking this all very seriously. And I am scared. Very, very scared. 6 weeks to go. I must keep my mouth shut at all times.

Help me.