This Diary Belongs To
Wren Cooper: Part Time Student, Full Time Community Theatre Actor.
If this piece of junk ends up on the internet or something, I swear a few heads are gonna roll. That's a warning to you Don Carlos. Mad Matador my butt. Why the hell am I even writing this? It's not like it ever will end up on the internet. Will it?
My mother says that it's good to keep a diary. She says it lets you release your feelings. I'm not buying it. Whatever. She gave me a diary and I can't refuse. Well anyway I'm a theatre kind of gal. If I want to be in any production, I have to audition. That's where the problem lies. I have an endless history of bombing said auditions. I don't know. Nerves get to me sometimes. By now they shouldn't. I've been going at it for like twelve years. Why bring this up? Because stupid diary, I totally bombed yet another audition today. I prepared for this one for like ever. I went in there, took a deep breath and sang. I was thinking 'Hey. Maybe I won't bomb this time. Maybe I have a shot'. Then it happened. I cracked, diary. Can you believe it? Can you believe I'm talking to an inanimate object? Because I can't. Right after they cut me short and excused me. If I'm lucky, maybe I might have a chance at being chorus. Not holding my hopes high but hey. Things could happen. Then again with my luck, who knows. Until later diary, much later.
The Audition Bomber Extraordinaire