i can't believe how nervous i was over nothing.  I mean if i was really going to be this nervous than i might have not even bothered.  auditions were a lo worse in middle school than they were in high-school 1 acts.  ha ha i just heard a funny quoteon Family guy.  
Peter: "Holy crip, he's a crapple!" 

Decieved (prologe)

Every time that she thought of him, and what he had meant to her, she started to feel the water-works start to come on. She knew that she had to be brave, but how brave could you be when you had been stood up at the alter. Sitting in the dimly lit chapel, still in her designer dress, she began to wonder what she ever saw in John to begin with. Sure he had been at the top of his class at Harvard, but what else did he do for her? He was never home, he was never loving, and when he was home and being loving, he was never too good in that department. (Ladies, you should know what I'm saying.) He wasn't even that cute, but for some reason she loved him, and he had said that he loved her.
What he said, and what he did were totally different things. According to her brother, and the Best Man, he had gotten cold feet and had fled to Europe with their young, busty travel agent who always wore short skirts and low-cut tops. That was probably how they had gotten such a nice honeymoon. They had had it all planned out. They were going to go to Venice for a week, and then they were going to jet off to London for another week. Then a hop, skip, and a jump through Paris, Rome, and Edinburgh. Then they were going to get on a plane, in first class, and go to the spa together. All together they were going to be gone for a month.
"Well, I guess that Vivian and John will be going on our honeymoon, and I guess that I can't feel sorry for myself any more."
Walking out of the chapel she held her head high, and began to start plans for her new life. Without a man.