So Duckie had rehearsal this evening and the choreographer pulled the kids to work on their dance numbers. The choreographer is, to put it nicely, a complete diva. And it's apparent she doesn't like children very much. So she pulled the kids down a flight of stairs to practice in a foyer (stage was being used by the director). I waited a minute or two and followed behind, sitting myself at the top of the stairs so I wouldn't be a distraction (I like to watch so I can give Duckie pointers when she practices at home). She was very rude and condescending toward two of the children within about a two minute span (not Duckie, but it still made me very angry). So I quietly sneaked down to the bottom step while she was demonstrating the dance. The look on the woman's face was priceless when she turned around to see me there. I spoke (quietly) to the other parents. The choreographer will now always have one of us present. I'm sure she knows I heard the whole thing by the cold look I had on my face and by the very kind and attentive attitude she quickly adopted. Grr.