so the cast list was posted today. i didn't try out, but i've still got things to say. i try to be sympathetic. but it's hard. they think we don't understand, because we're in if we can breathe. the fact is, you didn't get your part, you didn't get in...move on. i understand it's your last show, i understand it's your senior musical and it hurts. it hurts everyone. what about the kid who's never tried before, and didn't get in. or even worse, the new kid who made it and now they feel unwelcome. being that new kid sucks. it sucks a lot. you've had four good years. teach the new kids. keep the club going. you don't want things to change. but you know what? they're going to, whether you like it or not. so suck it up and be remembered as the first senior who helped the new kid. instead of being the bitter bitch that makes the new kid's life miserable. mr. gannon doesn't hate you. trish doesn't hate you. dr. hanson doesn't hate you. ms. hankins doesn't hate you. someone just did better than you. you may not think so, but you don't cast the show. the best actor in the world who has made every part they ever tried out for can be beaten out by the snot-nosed little kid who had the guts to try. because that kid with guts didn't expect it to be handed to them on a silver platter. they knew they were going to have to work for it. and because of that, they win. and i have more respect for the kid who keeps on trying and is not bitter when they don't make it, than i do for the person who makes every show. because being handed all the finer things in life doesn't teach you anything. but then again, i don't understand, i'm a guy. i don't understand because i've been shot down most of my life, moving every two or three years and constantly having to start over. always feeling like the outsider. even when i've lived in this city, in this god damn house for eight years, and i'm still on the outside. but i don't understand. he didn't do this to you. you did this shit to yourself, and now you've got to live up to it and stand up to the fight. you expected too much. you "deserved it". you're the best because you're the senior. you didn't even consider not getting the lead. you couldn't comprehend the chorus. you didn't even think that you wouldn't make it. you set your sights on the top and everything else was dissappointing. oh well that sucks. learn from it. some of those kids would do anything for a shot. to have your "crappy" chorus part. there's a kid who would work their ass off just to be in you're place for the next three months. one man's trash is another man's treasure. but i don't understand. i just stand there and look sympathetic. i stand there and comfort you and say "this is crazy", and "i'm so sorry" but i'm not going to do it anymore. you can hate me. go ahead, see if i care. because i'm not the one who's going to be dissappointed all of my life. sure, you can set your sights high. just consider every other possibility and maybe it won't be such a shock. i'm sure some of you will hate for telling you the truth. but you know what? it is the truth. and you can't run from it. so stand up to it.