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Wendy MUST fancy you, at least a bit. I’d fucking freak if an ostensibly platonic friend sent me a text like that, so it’s a good sign that she hasn’t.
I fucking HATE auditions. In small town community theatre, you can’t even be bitchy if you get a chorus role, or outright rejected, because there are only so many directors in town and you can’t risk getting a reputation as a diva. Recently asked by one of my former directors to consider auditioning for a part in his upcoming show - it was tremendously flattering, but in the end decided not to because i HATE rejection e-mails. And they’re always e-mails now…
Hannah – she does. I’m not so stupid as to continue with sexting her against her will. I just keep hoping that one day it’ll cross the boundary into an actual lovely, developing, exploratory, mutually enjoyable sexual relationship. She’s making me wait a while though.
DF – yes, it never gets any easier. I lay in bed that night thinking of who would have got it and what where I fell down and thinking “was I really that bad” – all useless self-analysis of course. But theatre isn’t a charity for actors unsuitable for the roles or the director’s vision. Difficult to be objective though when that sinking feeling of rejection is plumbing your stomach.
“i know i’m unloveable, you don’t have to tell me, i don’t have much in my life, but take it it’s yours, i don’t have much in my life but take it it’s yours…”
“and if i seem a little strange, well that’s because i am, if i seem a little strange, well that’s because i am…”
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