I have an amazing talent for holding grudges. Here are just a few of the things I am still mad about:
When I was 7 or 8, a friend and I planned a show for my mom and one of our neighbors. There was singing and dancing. It was highly entertaining and the production values were terribly impressive for two 7 year old girls. My mom and the neighbor spent the whole show talking, with my mom contributing fascinating tidbits such as what a disaster it was when I tried to play the violin. Twenty some years later, I have yet to forgive her.
When I was in junior high, I spent a couple of weeks one summer taking a class called Shake Hands with Shakespeare. We met for several hours every day for two or three weeks and in the end put on an edited version of "The Taming of the Shrew" to the delight and adulation of our parents. For the auditions, we all sat around and read through the script and everyone got to read different parts at different times. Except me. I read one line during auditions, "I have my books, father" and then was not allowed to read again. Clearly this is the reason I got a crappy made-up part as a street urchin. Still feel cheated.
In high school, my best friend and I were both in a school play, and my best friend bought our Drama teacher (who had directed the play) a ring as a thank-you gift. She made me give her money for the ring, but she only signed her own name on the card. Nope, still haven't let it go.
I just realized there are all about performing in some way. You can call me Donna. As in prima.