Rony's Greatest Gig #Wattys2019 [COMPLETED]

Twyni Sephen

"Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on you."

"Uhhh...I really think y-you got that backwards, Dude."

Tyler rolls his eyes at me.

"Do you not remember me?" He narrows his eyes at me.

I look around his RA dorm room that he brought me to.

No joke, he grabbed my elbow and dragged me to his room.

I really hope there are cameras here, but I doubt that since this is SUNY.

It's oddly bare inside his room considering the outside door is highly decorated in construction paper name tags and stupid paper plate awards.
On the inside he has a bed with plain-Jane blue bedding, a lightly used desk (clearly not a physics major), and a single bulletin board with two playbills tacked in. The SUNY Greenstown productions of Little Shop and RENT.

"Of course you don't, you're a baby. No offense. You were like twelve."

Twelve?...

Finally I feel a sense of a panicky rage over take me.

"Ok! Thhhhis is enough!" I feel my eyes close as I fight through the words.

"Who......are you and wwwwwwhy do you k-k-k-keep c-c-coming after me?! The emergency ffffloor meeting, the..... sssny remarks. What is g-g-going on, Tyler?!" I yell, my shaky stutter growing louder each time I sense him trying to interrupt me.

"Tyler is really my middle name. I'm Alex. Alex T Rex? You stole all my gigs from me when you started voice acting. So now not only did you confirm my suspicions about you, you also carry on to insult me nontheless. Maybe I should write you p for that too..."

Oh my gosh...
That's the guy Melle was talking about...

"What?! How c-c-c-c-could I ssssteal your gigs? Lllllike the voice acting world couldn't fit us both?"

"I need these gigs, Ronnie."

"It's R-R-Rony." I roll my eyes.

^in case you are a casual skimmer (it's ok, you can admit it...) my name is not pronounced like Ronnie. It's like Tony but with an R.

"Look, I come from of a hell of a long line of actors and my parents have all these expectations of me, you would have no idea...I've studied your interviews. You don't need this, you've got smarts. Rony. I'm not talking about a role here and there. After that audition from six years ago my family has never let me live it down. I used to get all the new roles as they came and now you're everyone's top pick. I've had my parents scream at me comparing me to you for years now. Maybe you forgot about me but you live in my family house everyday."

Wow....

That's extremely creepy and terrifying."

"Umm..well I'm sorry your family holds you to rrrrrrediculously high standards? Y-you can't compare everyone the same. Llllike you're creaming me at th-this conversation. I don't ssspeak well at all. Even if I vvvvoiceover well." I laugh.

"N-n-n-nevertheless, I don't kn-kn-know what the hell you want from me. I am not quitting doing what I love. Contrary to your b-belief, I do need this. Vvvvoice acting is what g-gives me a voice. I do it for me. For the kids. To help b-b-boost my confidence and mmmake kids smile. F-for kids like me who wwwant to look up to a kid who ssstutters and not see a joke. Wwwwhhhy would I turn that away for a sick guy with a scheme?! You're sending me porn threats? You're stalking my interviews? Yyyyyoure trying to make my dorm life h-h-hell because you are jealous and th-th-think I stole from you? This isn't going to be some warm h-heartfelt exchange here just because of your family. You need to earn your r-r-roles. You can't bully people into getting what you want."

Tyler narrows his eyes at me. He smirks, almost in a way where he is covering up the fact that he is engineering what remark to make next. It's almost as if he has a stutter too, except it is his thoughts that do. Like how I am a slow speaker, he is a slow thinker.

Oh wow, you gotta admit that was a pretty good burn.

And no, if you thought this entire time I stutter in my mind then well....I don't know what to tell you but that's just not true.

"You say that you are doing it for the kids and for your disability and blah blah blah.. and yet you come to college and totally fabricate who you are. You used your skills to lie about your entire persona and where you came from. You did all of that so nobody would know you stutter. And yet you are telling me like the good little boy you think you are, that you are doing this for 'kids like you'. How cute..."

I'm not wasting time arguing with stupid but he's incorrect. I can't speak for everyone of my people of course, but for me I just didn't want to go through the physical struggle of speaking. I don't give a crap what other people think..

Ok, actually, that's kind of a lie. Of course I do... Every boy my age does.

So instead I just kind of stare at him and roll my eyes.

"Tyler...what exactly is it th-that you're looking for. Rrrrrevenge? A v-vent sesh? Why exactly did you force me iiiinto your room?"

Man that sounds disgusting saying out loud.

Tyler just rolls his eyes at the ceiling.

"Fuuuuck!!! Why do you keep making me feel like shit?! And how did you even know it was me that sent you that porn monologue?...oh right,..because you're super smart. I don't know..there's nothing you can do. You can't just give me your roles."

"Umm...no. I would nnnnever give you my roles...but I do have ooone that may w-wwwork for you."