One day is all we need..

Only my mom can ruin my good mood. My one good mood that I’ve actually had in a while. I had a fantastic audition for Onstage. Sang Mr. Cellophane from Chicago. I barely fucking rehearsed and it was the only sheet music I could find. So I went for it. Sang the last 20 bars. Needless to say that the director actually liked it. I said the line afterwards and she told me I wasn’t wasting any of her time. I then read for Sky and sang the beginning of Luck be a Lady, Sky’s thing. And the funny thing is, I actually want Sky. And I might get him! It was fantastic! And it was the one time I actually felt like I was a good singer after countless people tell me that I’m either tone deaf or really flat all the fucking time. Yeah I understand I’m flat at times. But people make me feel like absolute shit about my singing. And this is the FIRST time I ever felt good about it. So, I get home, and my dad asked how it went, to which I reply fantastic. I go upstairs to talk to my mom and she starts bitching about the money thing. I wasn’t going to do it because it was a lot. But they needed guys. Like desperately. So I talked to Gipple and we worked something out. I told her BEFORE I went. And I come home to her bitching about it. “It’s not that we couldn’t, it’s that we didn’t want to.” is what she said. I understood that it was too much for a show. But seriously?! You didn’t want to?! It just angers me so fucking much that we pay the exact same amount for my sisters PS3 and games as we should’ve payed for the audition. THE AUDITION WAS LESS! And she didn’t even ask me how it went. I just can’t….