(Note: This is a long story that I’m going to try to condense as much as possible.)
Okay, Mr. Choir/Drama Director, I realize that many times, you are NOT a man of your word. But we’ve always gotten along really well (you’re one of the reasons I want to major in theatre, after all) and I was really looking forward to playing Annie Oakley this spring in Annie Get Your Gun. You do remember promising me that, don’t you?
Then why the hell did you decide on the day you were supposed to start auditions for it that you wanted to change it? I know you changed the musical last year, but that was because Taylor flaked on you and you couldn’t depend on him to pull off the musical you’d chosen for him, so you picked another. That was understandable. However, I have worked my ass off for you; I’ve never missed a rehearsal, and I’ve always been at least 5 minutes early. I’ve always memorized not only MY lines, but other people’s, too, and acted as cue girl when needed. I’ve spent my high school career working up to being a leading role, and when I was finally promised one, you took it away from me.
Where do you get off doing shit to high school kids? I realize college theatre is going to be nothing like this, but you made a promise and you broke it. And I know if we do West Side Story, I won’t be Maria.
Oh, by the way, there are other people who are mad about it, too. Of course, that’s excluding all the fucking freshman girls who’d give you a blowjob for a leading role. Well, I hope whoever gets Maria gives you a good hummer, you lying son of a bitch, because it won’t be me.
Fuck you. I wasted my time for the last four years. Now you say you’ve been meaning to “talk to me about it.” You can fucking find me, because I’m not coming to you. I’m not one of your beloved ass-kissers.
When I make it big, I’ll make sure to rub it your face, and you can feel free to eat your heart out.