Dear Diary

Well. I came out of this pretty ok I guess. I think I'll be bed ridden for a couple of days. My nose is stuffed and I have an awful cough. I guess it wasn't allergies. It's all over now. People have told me that I'm so talented and I shine on stage and blah blah blah. If I were truly made of that much awesome sauce, I would still have my song. Yeah. That's right. I'm not letting that one go. If I ever win a Tony, I'll be sure to rub it in that director's face. I'll say, "Looky what I got with no thanks to you butt munch!" Well I guess I could use more colorful language. I don't care what they say. I'm just going to rest now. Until my next show diary. Goodbye for now. I love performing, it's the only thing that makes me moderately happy, but I'm afraid I may become insane.

Doing The Do

Wren Cooper

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This is the last diary entry until I can find some more. Isn't it sad? Don't be too down. I can find anything! I am Don Carlos! I am amazing!

Love and Revolvers

Don Carlos aka The Mad Matador