I act like it doesn't bother me.
Because that would be petty, wouldn't it?
God forbid I be daydreaming about this day for months and then be shoved to the side because I'm not good enough, because there's not enough people here and some girl with a voice of a mouse takes precedence over me.
No, if I admitted that, it'd be conceited.
If I admitted that I was jealous of a red-haired girl wth brains dumb as a tree branch was dancing with a boy so radiant it hurts to look at him, I would seem pretentious.
If I admitted that the thought of not being in the scene at all--even though I stomached the disappointment of only two lines in the whole show--made me want to cry, I would be lying.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just broken. A broken mirror whose shards are razor sharp enough to kill.
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