If this is Dustin Goolsby's way of firing me from Vocal Adrenaline, should such a thing exist, I'm going to humbly ask that you please spare me the humiliation of you actually throwing me out of the group, and leaving me to rip the IV's out of my arm, because I would honestly rather die than suffer through that level of embarrassment. It's bad enough that not only did the rehearsal have to stop on my account, in the middle of the number no less, with my body collapsing on the stage in plain view of the entire world, now you know about it. I get it-- standard procedure for Vocal Adrenaline-- I witnessed it first hand at the previous twenty-four hour rehearsal. You can't handle the pressure? You're out. I'll pack up my auditorium seat as soon as the doctors let me leave this godforsaken bed.