You will have to change what you do.

On the stage.

Wearing a dress.

Worked on the scene for two weeks.

I say two lines. I am stopped.

"Who wants to slap Monsieur?"

Half the class raises their hands. Several are rather enthusiastic to slap me.
A girl approaches me and slaps me across the face hard.
Slap.
Begin the scene.
Slap Slap Slap.
Begin again.

"NO. YOU HAVE TO CHANGE WHAT YOU ARE DOING. YOU HAVE A SHITTY IDEA AND IT IS NOT WORKING. CHANGE"

I say a word.
NO
I open my mouth.
NO.
I say-
NO
I-
NO
I try to push throu-
NO NO NO NO NO
I start again-
NO! NO YOU ARE ABSOLOUTELY TERRIBLE. WE DO NOT SEE YOUR CHARM WE DO NOT SEE YOUR PLEASURE
I try aga-
NO.

(well when it isn't going well it isn't going well. No marvellous breakthrough today, apparently)

GET OFF THE STAGE IMMEDIATELY. LOO LOO BREAK EVERYONE.

No. I want to keep working!

WELL THE PROBLEM IS THAT I DON'T WANT TO KEEP WORKING WITH YOU. YOU BRING NOTHING. AND THE WAY YOU LOOK ON THIS STAGE, NO ONE IN THIS ROOM WILL HAVE AN ERECTION FOR SEVEN MONTHS.

(At this point I have thrown down my scarf like a gauntelet. Hardly out of anger but more for the sheer fun of refusing to get off of the stage)

YOU HAVE TO CHANGE WHAT YOU DO.
LOO LOO BREAK EVERYONE
BOOM.