Happy birthday to you,
Stop laughing.
Happy birthday to y-
He laughs and breaks eye contact.
Happy birthday, happy bir-
I laugh and break eye contact. Inside I'm screaming.
Happy birthday to you!
It's over.
This isn't fair. I wanted the part.
He walks away laughing, and I do too, but inside, I'm disappointed.
I could have done so much better.
He treated it like a joke.
Down the steps. Reach the bottom.
Breathe.
"That wasn't fair," my thoughts echo over and over.
I'm silently sulking, and then,
"Come here."
The director motions to me and him.
