If I Were a Rich Bitch or How Fiddler on the Roof is draining my life force already

I LOVE to do plays.  Community theatre, playing with my daughter, acting like a nut job in real life: if it requires a quick wit and fast drama, I am ready and willing.  So this will be my third play with the local community theatre group and I am playing Yente, the Matchmaker.  I think the role will be fun and I plan to make it very funny and interesting. I never ever ever ever watch the movie version of anything before I play a role because I want to go into the character with no preconceptions.  So far, so good.  This is also my 7 (soon to be 8) year old daughter's first appearance in a play.  She is one of the young daughters, Sprintze. She blew me away at the audition, and apparently the director thought so, also.  One of her BFFETTEOTW (Best Friends For Ever Til The End of The World, apparently) is also in the play as Bielke.  Excitement all around.  Flashback to the previous play practices, bringing my daughter along, her playing nicely and even help paint sets and tote props and helping people with their lines (since she has memorized the whole play before the "actors" have). This will be awesome!
Flashback to last night.  The BFFs go to play outside the auditorium because they are bored 7 & 8 year old girls who don't care about the deep underpinnings of the play. They run back in and firmly announce the building is haunted. And a guy across the street snuck out his window with a knife in his pocket, but they could see it! And then chairs were moving all by themselves. They are little pockets of annoyance. Dear Lord, the play doesn't start until November, can you help them out with the drama until then?