I studied singing at Julliard for four years. My parents wanted me to be an opera star, but I always saw myself more of a pop singer in the vein of Jo Stafford. So, when my studies were over, I told my parents that I was going to Hollywood to see what I could accomplish there. Unexpectedly, they thought it was a great idea and supported my new dream. With their help and connections, I now have a rather nice career. So, I’ve had it easy. But I see all these people struggling to make it in the arts and it hurts me. If I make it big, I want to find a way to help them. I need to pass it on to others.

Six months ago, when I turned eighteen, I left my home and my family for some adventure. I was no more than a girl, really, but I didn’t care. Billy, my boyfriend, and I took off in his old, beat up Ford and headed west. It took us a week to get here, and then he dumped me off on Sunset Blvd and I haven’t seen him since. Well, la de da, I say. I’m living in a big house with a bunch of other young people with hopes of making it big. But for now, I’m working at a restaurant on Hollywood Blvd and taking acting classes. I won’t give up, at least I hope not.

Look, I was born in LA. I’ve seen it all. These lovely young ladies and guys showing up to make it big in the movies. Me, I went into art and, now after all these years, I’m selling to the big producers, directors, and stars. And, sadly, most of those lovely young ladies and guys? They’re back in Iowa, Alabama, Texas, or a million other places. But it will never end. There’s always someone wanting to make it big.

I was told a million times by just about everyone, don’t do it. Stay here in Iowa City where it’s safe. You go to Hollywood, they’ll eat you alive. Did I listen? Nope. I went anyway. Got to LA, rented a small room off Wilshire Blvd, got a job at Bullocks in the perfume department, and two weeks later I’m in my first movie. Now, fives years later, I’m almost a star. I haven’t been back to Iowa City since I left. Don’t miss it at all.