Dear Fancy Multi-Million Dollar theater company:
Sooooooo hey! I just did your show. I thought I was pretty a-ok in your show. I felt good about it, and I don't always feel good, believe me. You seemed like you liked me a lot. Everything was going so well. So, um... why won't you ask me to audition for any of your shows for ALL OF NEXT YEAR?
I mean. You hurt me, Fancy MultiMillion Dollar Theater Company. You wound me. You called in other people from my show but not me. I don't get it.
Yeah. You know what? You aren't so great. Sellout. Commercial sellout with your subscriber base and international reputation. Whatever.
I remember when you did this to me before. I was in your show then you didn't call me for a year. Then you called and you were all, ooh, now we want you to play this great role in this great play. WHAT IS IT WITH YOU!?!?
I so don't need this.
I could do any of those roles, I swear, except maybe the one where I would need to be Middle Eastern and an alto.