I have waited
for the list to come out
for a week,
hoping that my name
would be on it.
I thought I was nervous
when I tried out for the play,
But look at me now.
I see the director holding
a yellow sheet of stationary.
She is striding towards me
and the crowd
that has started to gather.
She is coming closer,
and closer,
and closer,
as time seems to freeze.
She reads the names out loud.
I am not Susan.
I am not Robert.
I am not Julia.
I am not on the list.
My mouth opens
in disappointed disbelief.
I take a step back.
My head hangs.
I hear a voice,
saying,
'You can always be on stage crew.'
So now I am
S***** Smith,
Stage Crew.
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