I apologize for my absence at rehearsal this morning. My mother attempted to contact you before it started, but I realize now that those attempts did not get through, as you relied on second hand knowledge rather than checking your phone messages.
I applaud you for your distrust in me, as it is highly unbelievable that a girl who is sick on friday, coughing, stuffy nose, ect, would get worse and be unable to attend rehearsal early saturday morning. It is completely reasonable that you asked my friends what I got up to last night, instead of believing the voice message my mother left you (if you even checked it) that said I am very sick. Obviously, as I am a teenager, I am not sick, and just hungover, not committed to the show, and very lazy.
Despite this, I assure you that I am actually, very sick. I was under the impression that I was getting better; however I know now that this isn’t true, as my health has declined rapidly over the last 24 hours.
You might regard the following as an excuse, however it is just the truth. My absence from rehearsal has prevented several things from happening:
1.) Infection of onstage cast members. I am fairly sure that I am contagious, and if I had been there I surely would have infected someone. Given that for me, this sickness has lasted a week, and we open in less than a week, I figured that wasn’t a good plan.
2.) Cleaning up vomit in the auditorium/ disinfecting the bathrooms if I made to the bathroom in time.
3.) Having to deal with having NO stage manager. Given how dizzy I am, I probably wouldn’t have been successful in driving to school without crashing.
4.) I would have disrupted rehearsal by fainting, given that I can’t stand up for long periods of time.
I realize these are all very poor excuses, and that I should’ve been there. It was selfish of me to not want to infect other people, to not be able to stand up for very long, and to vomit unpredictably. I assure you next time I am plagued by similar sicknesses, I will be present at ALL rehearsals.
Fuck you,
Grace.
