I never thought that my previous post about my disappointment would have a sequel. *sigh*
I thought everything would be okay after the producer decided to pass the Glee project to someone else. He first tried to pass it on to me, but after getting hurt, I declined and told him I'd rather spend my time with my family (which I did). The one who got the lead on the project, a close friend of Kaz, asked me to join. Trusting her, I said I will offer my slot to a friend, a member of the Kindred Hearts ensemble, and if she says yes, I will be supporting them all the way. If she'll say no, then I will join them as a performer.
The person I offered my slot to is my favorite dancer, Anne. She joined Kindred Hearts just 4 days before the show, and mastered all the dances right away. She's also into theatre and is a good singer, so I thought she's a perfect fit to join the Glee thingie.
Everyday, I was making sure with the project lead that the slot for my friend was still available, and I assured her that she will not be disappointed whatever complexities and no matter how far they've gone with rehearsing since Anne is just an amazing talent.
Yesterday, PL (Project Lead) texted me that she's at the mall and wanted to talk to me. As a concerned friend and supporter, I went there. I again was shocked when she told me right there and then that she no longer has a slot for my friend, and a lot of other crap that I wasn't able to hear anymore because my world crashed yet again. Here I was, always making sure they're okay and assuring them of my support and of my friend's talent and dedication, and at the same time, keeping in constant touch with Anne who was still at her home province, assuring her that I will give up my slot for her because I simply believe that she's perfect for something like this.
This started as a really bad day, and ended worse. I don't really know if people are just so insensitive, or they just don't care. Or are those 2 the same? I know no one's perfect, I for one, the most imperfect creature here on Earth, but at least I know that when I give my word, I really mean it. It doesn't take much effort to mean what you say, and say what you mean.
It's funny how people really go out of their way to show that they care kuno, when their body language unconsciously says otherwise.
I thought everything would be okay after the producer decided to pass the Glee project to someone else. He first tried to pass it on to me, but after getting hurt, I declined and told him I'd rather spend my time with my family (which I did). The one who got the lead on the project, a close friend of Kaz, asked me to join. Trusting her, I said I will offer my slot to a friend, a member of the Kindred Hearts ensemble, and if she says yes, I will be supporting them all the way. If she'll say no, then I will join them as a performer.
The person I offered my slot to is my favorite dancer, Anne. She joined Kindred Hearts just 4 days before the show, and mastered all the dances right away. She's also into theatre and is a good singer, so I thought she's a perfect fit to join the Glee thingie.
Everyday, I was making sure with the project lead that the slot for my friend was still available, and I assured her that she will not be disappointed whatever complexities and no matter how far they've gone with rehearsing since Anne is just an amazing talent.
Yesterday, PL (Project Lead) texted me that she's at the mall and wanted to talk to me. As a concerned friend and supporter, I went there. I again was shocked when she told me right there and then that she no longer has a slot for my friend, and a lot of other crap that I wasn't able to hear anymore because my world crashed yet again. Here I was, always making sure they're okay and assuring them of my support and of my friend's talent and dedication, and at the same time, keeping in constant touch with Anne who was still at her home province, assuring her that I will give up my slot for her because I simply believe that she's perfect for something like this.
This started as a really bad day, and ended worse. I don't really know if people are just so insensitive, or they just don't care. Or are those 2 the same? I know no one's perfect, I for one, the most imperfect creature here on Earth, but at least I know that when I give my word, I really mean it. It doesn't take much effort to mean what you say, and say what you mean.
It's funny how people really go out of their way to show that they care kuno, when their body language unconsciously says otherwise.
Hay, I hope they'll do well in the contest. Anne would have been a major, major help to them, yet she wasn't given a chance. I don't know how to tell Anne. I am already in awe of her presence as someone I truly admire and love, now I don't have a face to tell her that she's out. I'm out. We're both out. It doesn't seem to be a big deal to them but it is to me because I'm the type of person who's willing to give up even my own life just to keep my word.
Yes, my word is my oath. This is who I am.
No comments:
Post a Comment