Audition, Shmaudition.

I've always been a huge fan of the arts, so when time came for the next school play for me to not make, I decided "What the hell! I'll try out!". The head of the Drama Department (who I shall refer to as Mr. Blunt) always told me how I should try out for the school plays. He is also the casting director, so he sees everyone trying out. After every play had been cast, he'd always ask me "Why didn't you try out, Sara?"... I had tried out...I'd tried out for over 6 of your plays, you old bird. So, by my 7th rejection from a school play, which had cast over 40 people might I'd add, I decided to talk to him. I mean, I was a JUNIOR for crying out loud. I should be getting a role by now. I needed help, so I asked my mom to email him. I know I'm no Dame Judy Dench at acting, but I think I'm at least a Kate Hudson. My mom and I emailed him asking what I could maybe try to do better next time to ensure a role in the next play. I shit you not when I tell you what his response was. He said that he was sorry, but FRESHMEN don't usually get parts, but I should continue to try out. All that I could manage to think was, "Are you LITERALLY kidding me!?" I wanted to go to his house and burn it down to the ground, but I did not. That is against my moral code the law.