How many shots do you get?

First shot, I gave it my all, although it wasn't what I wanted. They wrote my name and then cut it. I didn't mind (that much).

Second shot, I knew I wasn't what they wanted, but I gave it a shot anyway. They wanted me, but I refused. They didn't mind. I didn't mind either because I knew, after two, the third was coming. It would just be a matter of time. And I would be ready.

I didn't expect it to come so soon. And I sure as hell didn't expect to turn down the offer at the shot barely seconds into being offered it. It was disconcerting, but again, what they offered wasn't what I wanted.

And so I wait, for the next one to come along...