Anne Frank and Me - Theatrical Version

Theatrical Version

The play is written by Cherie Bernett and is slightly different from the book. In the beginning of the play, Nicole is practicing a dance with her friends that they will perform at the school dance that weekend. Her friend Suzanne asks her about the assignment they are reading for English class, which is The Diary of Anne Frank. Nicole's father is a scientist and doesn't believe in anything he cannot prove using his science, so Nicole is not even sure if the Holocaust existed. Later, at the dance, Jack asks Nicole to dance. However, he only does this to inform her that he has a crush on Suzanne. Nicole freaks out and runs into the street, getting hit by a car. When she wakes up she is in 1942, Paris and her family is Jewish. After getting over the original confusion, Nicole enjoys her Paris life, even though it is a restricted one. Eventually her family goes into hiding, but they are found out as being Jewish. On the train to Auschwitz, Nicole meets Anne Frank. They talk for a while, Nicole saying that she has read Anne's diary. When they get to Auschwitz, Nicole, her younger sister, mother, and Anne are all sent into the gas chambers. They pray a traditional Jewish prayer while the gas comes on. In the next scene, Nicole has woken up and is in a hospital bed. She seems to be thoroughly confused by her experience, questioning which life is or was reality. She is also now convinced that the Holocaust was real and should be remembered forever.

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