Pacing up and down the drama department. Why the fuck won't those stupid drama bastards let me in. Don't they know that I have to see this production. Don't they know that I'm about to have a breakdown for the forth time in a row for not being able to get into that theatre once again.
Your show has started and I'm stuck outside with my genius idea of pulling a fire drill. Instead I give up and concentratre on your face and wish you luck from a far.
I see you after the production, you shrug me off like a piece of dirt.
Why do I still care ?
