I don't have talent

So in 7th grade I decided, for some insane reason, to enter the talent show. I don't know what my problem was. It was the worst idea I've ever had. But honestly, I'm kinda glad I did it.
I wanted to stand out and I thought maybe I could sing at the talent show at Hyde Park. When I was stupid back then I wanted to be a singer. Like be in a band and everything. I wanted to be a rockstar so badly. I decided to do a really lame song. Good Riddance by Green Day. I don't know what's wrong with me so save your smart comments. Anyways, I practiced really hard. I would stay after school with my choir teacher to learn how to play guitar to it too. I wasn't good at that either and I was running out of time so my teacher recommended the best guitar at our school play for me. That kid was Carl. Yep, the new kid. Remember by this time I was crazy about him.
I couldn't be any happier. I got to stay after school with him to 'practice'. He didn't really seem to care about me though. It seemed like it was more businessy for him. We would practice at the park across the street and it was pretty fun sometimes.
The day of the talent show I was really nervous. I was wearing this horrible, disgusting, blue bridesmaid dress with these ugly, hot topic, black dress shoes. I even wore a blue ribbon in my hair. I was so ugly. We had a practice before it started and it was alright. But when the show actually started I couldn't find Carl anywhere. I was getting kinda nervous since I was like the 8th one to preform. He finally came when the 4th performer was on. He sat next to me and it felt good.
It was our turn. My heart was racing. He started. I didn't come in on time. He had to start me. It was pathetic and embarrassing. I finished and it wasn't anything special. He hugged me when we got off stage and said I was good though. We sat back down next to each other and commented on every other act.
After everything was done and everyone was in a ramble. I quickly took my parents camera and searched for Carl. I finally found him and I ask him if I could take a picture of him. He kinda struggled a little but he gave in. He had a silly pose. "Thanks!" I said excited of having a picture with me. The next part, *sigh*, is.. Well he said "Ok, now take one with me and my girlfriend." WHAT? Girlfriend? Here I thought we were hitting it off. I thought we had a connection. Most of all, I thought I had a chance with him. He has a girlfriend. A fat ugly one with nasty greasy hair. I hated her. I almost hated him. I went home with the biggest disappointment I've ever had. Story of my life.
When I got home the first thing I did was crop his ugly girlfriend out of his picture.