Dear Ms. Byrd,
We regret to inform you that upon evaluating your appeal, we stand firm in our decision to deny coverage of the services in question. While we do cover mental health services, we do not consider “show choir-related trauma” an eligible condition.
We have received the photo documentation you have provided as proof that you were forced to wear a unitard.
We have received the (slightly mildewed) turquoise jumpsuit and accompanying gold-sequined overlay.
We have also received your video documentation. It does indeed clearly show how what should have been clapping in unison during a performance of Three Dog Night’s “Shambala” degenerated into two warring factions of clappers, causing intra-choir strife and consternation in the audience.
We have reviewed the footage of your singing “Be Our Guest” from Beauty and the Beast while dancing with a giant cardboard teacup.
After viewing the incredibly awkward dance sequence during the fiddle solo in “Down at the Twist and Shout,” we understand your argument that radio stations should not be allowed to play Mary Chapin Carpenter without a trigger warning.
No, “They’re Playing Our Song” is not Marvin Hamlisch’s best work, although your assertion that it “ruined [your] life” seems to us a bit of an exaggeration.
We do not dispute that Andrew Lloyd Webber has suffered great injustices at the hands of your high school choral music program.
We acknowledge the torment that is “Jellicle songs for jellicle cats! Jellicle songs for jellicle cats!” on endless loop, and we feel the agony in your plea: “For the love of God, what the f*** is a jellicle cat?”
We also acknowledge your insatiable desire to initiate starburst formations during social gatherings.
Yes, we are aware that there is nothing sadder than getting felt up while wearing lamé.
While we appreciate the circumstances that led you to threaten us with an interpretive dance to “Memory,” know that security is tight at our headquarters, and it is unlikely you would be able to sneak in a fog machine, let alone construct the entire set from Cats.
Do not show up here wearing a leotard and a headband with cat ears taped to it.
Do not threaten us with a performance from another musical.
While we cannot assume financial responsibility for your mental health care, we wish you the very best on your healing journey.
Our jazz hands are raised in solidarity.