To an insecure, bitchy little queen in my year.

I seem to scare you. It seems to me, that the fact that I have already prepared a list of potential pieces for our third year revue next year - the biggest task we will have at this college - and gone into a little detail about their specifics, worries you as your preparation thus far seems to consist of 'I want to do a Contemporary piece'. Is that not why, when I was describing my idea for a techie ballet to the others in the room, you butted in feigning the voice of reason, with
'The thing is, you've got to remember that it's not just about you. It needs to be actually good... we're trying to show off to agents and professionals, and what are they going to think about boots and all that? You've got to consider what people will actually want to see. I mean, I could choreograph a piece that was just people sitting on the floor rocking, but no-one would like it. You know. Ruby*, what ideas did you have?'
The sugar you drip is poisonous. But where you were going for hemlock, you only achieve stinging nettles. You see, what I think professionals seeing a ballet done en pointe in steel toe-capped boots would think would be at worst 'that doesn't look very safe', more likely 'how inventive' and probably, hopefully 'that's bloody funny'. Your Contemporary choreography... well, sitting on the floor rocking from side to side wouldn't be that many steps down, would it?
I'm sure the idea was to make me doubt myself, make me worry about the validity of my ideas and discredit my own creativity. But you're not a very good bully. I know it's a good idea, and will go down well - so all you have achieved is to make me realise, once again, that you are an insecure, bitchy little cunt. You might get away with that if you had more talent than my toenail clippings.



Think of Meryl Streep.


*name changed to protect the innocent