A Revolutionary in Someone Else's Time

[gement]

I'm really trying to get myself into the discipline of writing a little every day instead of a binge once a week.

Things I was thinking this morning:

Some little piece of me is still bitterly jealous that I was passed over for a singing role in high school by a girl named Tracy with a poor sense of pitch. One of my best friends (annissag) was the casting director, and she got to sing her pet song, and I didn't because she didn't cast me.

The stupidest part of this is, Annissa came to me at the end of the run and apologized for not casting me, so I didn't even have a direct cause of resentment to carry around anymore. And yet, humming that song for the first time in a year, there was my little jealous bitch voice going, "and I can sing it on key, so there!"

Petty and vindictive, I say.

By the way, it's come to my attention again that there were two French Revolutions. One involved Marie Antoinette and a lot of beheading, and the other involved barricades and singing moppets.

I presume just by the costuming that I've listed them in correct chronological order above, but I'm not completely positive. Can someone give me a better time fix and some relative historical hooks so I can anchor this in my head?

Comments

[insatia.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of the way I still feel about Grease. After my audition Torgerson said, "Wow, you really can sing." but he didn't cast me into anything, even a chorus person. But he did cast the girl after me who was next to tone deaf. My only consolation was saying, "I guess he wasn't looking for people who could sing."

We should get together the next time you're in Seattle.