Don't Dream Too Far

you didn't say my name.


you didn't say my name.


my stomach drops out
and all I can do is stare
at this stupid blue script in my hands.
I want to cry
I want to scream
I stand up, can't feel my legs.
I want to get out of here.
someone grabs my arm,
watches me with pleading eyes
it's my best friend, but I walk away.
I give the script to the assistant director
I didn't want it anyway, right?
I feel like everyone is watching me,
pitying me.
don't do this to me.
I make it out of the auditorium,
and the tears finally come.
I get to the bathroom, wipe them away.
I have to go back.
he's watching my face,
looks like he wants to tell me something.
and then my best friend's arms
are around me.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
me too.
I'm sorry I dream too far.

-Post-audition.-

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