It was my first day in a new 'revolving door' apartment. You know: Actors who sublet from actors who took over rooms from other actors who decided they didn't want to be actors anymore.
First Person
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Church of Muslin and Greasepaint
Theater did not play an enormous role in my life until high school. Prior to that, searching for self-definition like any adolescent, I first sought clarity in religion.
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I swore I would never wait tables again, but here I am—applying at one of L.A.'s finest Italian restaurants. I've come to terms with the fact that I need to make money. Instead of acting.
- Advice
The whole concept seemed funky: An untitled, Shakespeare-themed indie film that would use a variety of characters and stories from his different plays aimed at a young-adult audience.
- Advice
I can hear the assistant director intone into the walkie-talkie: "This is now a 'closed set.'" In movies, closed sets happen when nudity is involved. In this case, mine.
- Advice
So, dating. Yeah. Without getting too Sarah-Jess-Parker, I have come to one conclusion: As an actress, I need to date a creative guy.
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I seem destined to be that actor that gets pummeled, kicked, and bruised every time I try to do a stunt. But why? "Was I doing something wrong?" I asked.
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Next to the inscription was a bright cartoon illustration of a slender woman in a strapless evening gown standing on a stage. She has a look of triumph and satisfaction on her face.
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I found that I had a special talent in perceiving other people's feelings and making them feel better. I refused to let myself, or anyone else, fall into sadness.
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I'm wearing a billowy blue mini-dress and heels, in full makeup, my hair prepped. I picked this outfit on purpose—so I can disrobe easily. Why? I have a commercial audition.
