Letter to Mel

Mel,

Whether or not you read this is not important, neither does it irk me if you pretend to ignore it. Because both you and I know that whatever I do ain't worth your time or your attention.

You can stop reading now if you want.

I just wrote this to make myself feel better. Unlike you, I don't torment myself by storing every single grudge (not that I have a lot of it) in me. You see, not everyone practices and prefers pain theraphy or stimulation.

Don't bother correcting my grammar or spelling mistakes. We all know only your English (and German) is flawless.

We don't hate you. I'm very sure about that. No, I don't read minds. I just happen to know.

You are not shunned, detested or unwanted. From what I see, we are the ones who are shunned, detested and unwanted in your black-white-red planet.

I like you as a friend, and I still do. But I don't like you calling any of our drama members a bitch or some other obnoxious terms.

Yes, this is a democratic country. And even if it isn't, I do believe we have the right to say what we think, so long as it is not controversial in any aspect.

I was angry when you said you can call anybody you want a bitch, even me. You did, you did not. It's not my business and even if you did, I shouldn't stick my nose in it. Your words of wisdom.

And certainly it isn't your business if I am a bitch or a fucking whore. Don't degrade yourself by calling others like that. You see, only a bitch or a whore can identify those of their kind.

As a scriptwriter and performer, you have to be easy to work with. If you can't stand others giving negative comments on your scripts or your acting skills or even your singing, how can you survive in Broadway?

Nobody is perfect. Nothing is perfect. Face it.

Your script was never perfect. It will never be perfect even if we changed it. We might make it better, we might make it worse. If you didn't like us changing 'Charms & Heartbreaks', tell Pn. Lim and tell all of us.

If you think you can win the competition by sticking to the original version of 'Charms & Heartbreaks', equipped with actors or your choice, lightings and sound systems crew to your choice, everything to your choice... You might, you might not.

But I can guarantee, the people working with you will not enjoy victory.

You think you're the best scriptwriter among us all, you think you're the best singer.

I agree that you write very well, you master the language very well. But you don't know what the audiences want. How many people like musicals, especially ones like yours, that is fit for Broadway if it is editted by someone professional?

Most people, maybe except you, like comedies.

Your voice is beautiful, none of us can sing better than you. You deserve to act, sing and dance along with those of your standard. It doesn't mean we, weaklings or underdogs if you prefer to call any of us that, don't deserve to work alongside you.

You glared, you scowled, you tied your hair. You wanted attention.

If you are asking for attention, these little actions won't do.

Grace was unhappy with your response. I've never seen Grace so mad before. But at least she was making an effort to try and understand why are you unhappy, so that she can help you through this problem you have with us.

I've been ignoring you. I'm sorry.

I don't have the guts to speak to you, because your stares scare me. And I'm scared of how you will response. I was never good at questions and never will. I'm not like Preeti who is so brazen. I chicken-out of most things.

I still want you as my friend.

Sincerely,
Chery