Johnny Appleseed was one tough cuss. My good friend worked on a stage with my future wife in an elementary school performing in front of an angry mob infested with parents crying about their son not receiving the lead role. The parents were only verbally abusive. I didn’t know him at the time, but my current friend’s fellow students took it a bit further.
The posse, or “stage toughs” attempting to wrangle him back to his bleachers in the fourth grade didn’t know who they were gambling with. He was Johnny Appleseed. I guess you could call it method acting, now referred to in Spokane as Meth acting.
One of his stage competitors, his understudy, was wildly sore when he didn’t land the part, and Nathan did. When losing the part, the second Johnny Appleseed hired a local bully to hold Nathan’s arms behind his back so the understudy could beat the crap out of him, hoping Nathan would concede. Well, Nathan was tougher than they thought. He delivered an award winning performance and even mentioned Child One, my future wife, in his acceptance speech. Nathan still hasn’t forgiven the boy who beat him up.
Those child elementary actors are none to be trifled with.
Don’t mess with Johnny.