Lauren. What’s the problem?
Me. I didn’t get cast.
Lauren. So… What’s the problem?
Me. I didn’t get cast
Lauren then beats Me to a fucking bloody pulp till I’m no longer recognized.
Lauren. What’s the problem.
Me. I’m about to die.
Lauren. That’s a problem. Not getting cast isn’t a fucking problem. Get the fuck over yourself. You wana do theatre yeah? Do it your fucking self!!! What do you think everyone else did.
Me. I wanted to be in it really bad though.
Lauren beats Me some more.
Lauren. What’s the problem?
Me. I’m about to die.
Lauren. THAT’S a problem.
Lauren walks off stage and Me is left to die. Because that’s a problem.
END
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