One line still echoes in my mind, it's not all about you.

I remember not picking up the phone call, "for you" because I was more interested to know who was behind the curtains. Remember slightly hurtful words that slipped out, when I thought nobody could hear, sense of fear when I realised she'd know what I said about her. I observed her after the show, a smile on her face. Please do not listen to the recording, I thought. Will I be the one to prick someone's ego?

It's not all about you.