I was walking down the unlit hallway, probably going to or returning from the restroom, but who knows i could have just been walking the dark hallway for no apparent reason.
I overheard a girl in the foyer talking with some of the guys and girls. She was telling them something about me not even attending Julliard. The feeling and sentiment was that it wasn't a big deal that I was going to theater school and living by myself in NYC because i wasn't attending Julliard. So, you know, no big deal, not that exciting or promising or whatever.
I stood there in the shadows listening.
I don't know why it hurt so much to hear that.
Maybe i was insecure about not being at a more prestigious school. Maybe i felt like i was wasting my time and these words and opinions of someone else confirmed that for me.
Maybe I just really already didn't love this girl and hearing her stupid little voice was just annoying.
Well, whatever reason, it bothered me.
And that's when I decided. I would not respond. I would simply show up.
I took the rest of the steps into the light of the foyer. Everyone kinda stopped and turned to see me, caught in the act of listening, totally caught off guard. They knew what she'd said. She knew what she'd said. Did I know what she'd said?
I never would give any of the the satisfaction of knowing the answer to that question.
The funny thing is that a year and a half later I found myself chumming it up with this girl's mom who randomly worked at a place i frequented while serving a proselyting mission out of state. Her mom immediately loved me when I told her where i was from and that i did in fact know her daughter and that we had worked together on a musical that never did actually make it to the stage.
The other funny thing is that this girl's roommate is now my cousin by marriage. That same cousin is married to my former home teacher from the same time frame. The more i think about it, the more weirded out i am about how small the place i come from really is.
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