You're having the suckiest birthday EVER!
The suckiest birthday I ever had was when I turned 18 (in a state where the drinking age was 21; I was in a state where the drinking age was 18 when I turned 21).
The high school posted the call-back list for my favorite musical, How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying, and oh, how I wanted to be J. Pierrepont Finch. In fact, I considered it a good sign, and something of a success, that the department had decided to do How To... in the first place, as I'd campaigned so hard for it.
But mine was not one of the three called back for the lead role. We all knew the role was going to the son of two well known musical performers. The other guys called back, well, one had never acted before and the other couldn't hit the high notes. So I ran out into the rain.
Then I wrote a song:
I never thought I'd hurt this bad
I never thought I would cry...
What did I want
More than portraying Pont-
Y. That's clearly the dream of a dope
And yet it was my dream
And I mean a lot to me
It's not such a high dream
But it's something I'll never get to seeNot sure what it says that I still remember all that - the feeling and the song - all these years later. Maybe that I certainly wasn't cut out to be an actor. Actually, what I'm most amazed at is how badly I misaccented "portraying." A dactyl it ain't.