Okay so something happened and I can't tell any of my friends or family.
My mom got me character shoes off of Craigslist and we drove an hour or more to get them and when we got to the house I tried them on and my mom asked me how well they fit and I said they fit great. The truth is they don't fit at all but I knew that those shoes were the only ones we could afford and we drove for a long time. Now, I have to wear them for my school play and I'm just so mad at myself. I just wish my family had the money to get me shoes that fit and don't make me want to cry. I had to take the soft part out of the shoe on the bottom so my feet wouldn't be spewing out. Now, I've got these terrible blisters and it's awful knowing that I can't tell anyone. I just wish I had the money.
Ladies and gentlemen, you have just enjoyed a sneak preview of what will soon be the most commonly performed audition monologue for teenagers this coming high school musical season.
In other words, "Thank you, Mom. I know we can't afford them and we had to travel such a distance to get them and although they aren't perfect, thank you for doing what you can for me the best way you know how. Luckily, I don't have to wear them all day every day and it's just for this limited time, so my discomfort is a small sacrifice compared to the stress you must be under knowing how difficult it must be to provide everything our family needs, least of which is probably character shoes for a school play. Would it help if I try and get a job to help pay for extra stuff I might need?"
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
darquegk said: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have just enjoyed a sneak preview of what will soon be the most commonly performed auditionmonologue for teenagers this coming high school musical season."
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Mister Matt, the OP told mom that the shoes fit great. I gather that the OP adopted an attitude with her that is in the spirit you indicated, but came here to vent about the pain rather than burden family members. That's what I get out of it, anyhow.
Then why be mad at yourself? The blisters mean you're getting to do what you really wanted to do. Take that and run with it. And if you really want a life in the theatre, get used to it. Having no money, blisters, shoes/costumes that don't fit...all of it.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian