We are the others, the fuck-ups, the side notes, the ones no one bet on, the “could do better,” the obsessed since day one, the kid’s friendly, the grown-up kids, the weirdos, the twisted, the freaks, the overthinkers, the doubters, the ones who still give it a shot, the unbankable, the never-invited, the rejected files, the jury dropouts, the hotheads, the loose cannons, the out of control.
The ones you steal from on the low, the detail freaks, the underpaid, the too generous, the ones who laugh off beat, the ones who stay when everyone bails.
We are the miscast, the off-labeled, the uncategorized, the underrated.
Not stars. Not winners. Not here to please, not here to shine.