We hated each other the moment we met.

Steegstra was my Director, and I did as I was told. It was. I am not going to write. Her slave because I will not do it.

She was my first French play. There would be others.

There is something wrong when actors and directors CLASH.

Second three. She knew and I knew it was over. She was not my friend. She was not my teacher. She was an actor. Period.

It. Was. War.

She knew the rules. I was quite hot to prover her wrong. She saw through most of me. I do not like being terrorized by another actor.

I would, in time, figure out that she was ordinary. And so were her rules. I hated her back.

I did theatre, but it wouldn’t be anything I ever told her about. Heaps of ridicule would ensure from her bitch mouth. A reptile.

We had our three seconds of this might work. It would never work. She operated from a base of hostility. Who the fuck wants to work with it.

I hope she rots in hell.