Worst Musical In the History of Mankind

I am called down from the audience to participate in a two-hour musical. They failed to tell me that it was a musical, but when I get onstage there is noone to play the part of young Hugh Jackman.
While I have deliberated about which part I am to play, everyone has rehearsed their lines and their dance steps. The musical has begun. I stumble through the steps awkwardly in my fuzzy rabbit suit, and though my singing has improved considerably, I am still the worst person in the cast. I resolve never to get onstage again. I am furious with my mediocrity.
The show is over, everyone is leaving to go to a restaurant. Noone will drive me there. They say I ruined the performance.

I find myself on top of a grassy knoll which has grown over our old house. A large purple balloon floats over the edge. I gather that I am supposed to cling to it and find myself carried away.