Montana, Never

I forgot to tell you: I didn't make it to the one-act festival in Montana. Side note- I should stop saying "I was rejected or I didn't make it", because it was ME who was rejected. For one reason or another, it was my play. If I change the way I talk, can I change the way it stings? I can call a needle a whiffle ball bat, but when it pierces the skin, it still hurts like a summamabitch.