So it’s a beautiful Saturday morning in Los Angeles and I’m sitting on a fire escape, homemade latte by my side, memorizing my lines. Ordinarily everytime I am repeating written words over and over again under my breath they aren’t “my” lines. Usually they lead to a curl of my hair so I may competitively swim in a sea of fellow blondes at a casting. However, today is different. A director friend of mine who lives in Chicago has cast me in a feature. It is such a fun role and will undoubtably lead to galavanting around in a school girl uniform and acting like a teenager come April, and most likely with name actors by my side.

The first two times he told me I had the part it was like trying to convince a girl the world was flat. After all, have I not been promised a half dozen movies and once by a wildly successful actress? I wasn’t about to go down that road of expectation again. It only lead to crumpling over in my bed and crying in the fetal position. Nonetheless, the more I heard it the more it fell on my ears as the honest truth from a friend.

Anyway, today Drew is busting out his camera so we can focus it on one of my scenes and send the results out to Chicago. I absolutely cannot wait to jump on that plane and do this thing! Two months to go…