You loved being the center of attention, when the spotlights were on you and the eyes of the entire audience were on you. It's just hard to be the center of attention, spotlights and stares when you're playing the role of a fucking tree or some sidekick who'll get killed at the first opportunity.

It's not that you're a bad actress, because you're not lacking talent. It's just that damned red-headed witch with that stuffed fox who was appointed director named Miranda gave the role to that dyed floozy Emillia. We see those roots, bitch. It looks like you're going bald.

And just to be clear. This bitch is also mean. You only give back.

"We're going to play Romeo and Juliet. I think we'll put Emilia and Justin here. They'd make a beautiful couple." Well, you must be crazy, Miranda. Not on your watch.

You raised your hand. "I think we could use some freshness. Maybe I'll play her as Julia?"

Emilia smiled ignorantly. I'll slap that smirk off your face, bitch - you thought

"I always play main roles. You don't play badly, but you have to know how to present yourself." She smirked.