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(Enters) Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! They’re calling me, they’re calling me, MOM THEY’RE CALLING! Oh no, I don’t know what to do! (Fumbles with phone) Is it good? Is it bad? Is it my dad? MOM SHUT THE TV OFF!(answers phone) Hello? Ah yes, I am Francis. Yes I did apply for the musical. Yes I did do an audition for you last week... Yes I would love to be part of the musical! (dances around) (whisper shouts) Mom, I got the part! (keeps dancing then freezes) WHAT? I got the part OF A TREE? Sir, you please have to listen to me, I’d love to be part of this work, I really would, but I auditioned for the role of Oscar, not the tree. But sir, you said last week that I was the best audition of that day and that I really impressed you and that- oh no. The tree shot himself? In the face? With a nail gun? Sir, I’m really sorry to hear that, yes I did say I really wanted to be part of this. (Huff) SIR, I’ve been trying to play Oscar longer than you’ve been divorced and I just don’t think I should be substituted for a fucking tree. Well I hope you have a good day too. Butt Muncher! (Hangs up).