The Callback

I walked into the callback and scoped out my competition.  39 people.  Of the 39, 32 were women.  No competition there.  7 men were left.  Fat kid. Nice voice, but untrained.  Cliched long-haired theatre kid.   Again, no competition.  3,4 & 5 showed up at the dance part of the callback in sneakers.  Not dancers and as soon as they opened their mouths it was obvious that they were not singers, either.  I sized up number 6.  He had the face for a serious singer but he was wearing shorts and sandals.  Singers do not wear shorts and sandals to a callback.  Not a dancer either.  Number 7 made it painfully aware that he was not a singer or dancer.  I knew that I had the lead even before I sang.    I opened my mouth and removed all doubt.

I am not sure how much longer I can take the abuse.

She totally disrespects me as if I wasn't even there.  The verbal abuse is stepping up.  It would be easy to do the same thing.  When she is this way I want to thousands of miles away from her.  So far I have lost 30 lbs.  At times I hate her so much