Dear Jane, Remember when you thought you wanted to be an actress? It was in middle school, and you made your mom drag you to all of the auditions Manhattan could hold. You were a drama major at Bay Academy and you thought that starring as Yenta in Fiddler on The Roof was enough to make it big. You could have been living in Hollywood now, being a bartender or a barista, going to auditions at night. Struggling or thriving as an actor. Who knows how the cookie may have crumbled?
To the Janes That Could Have Been
To the Janes That Could Have Been
To the Janes That Could Have Been
Dear Jane, Remember when you thought you wanted to be an actress? It was in middle school, and you made your mom drag you to all of the auditions Manhattan could hold. You were a drama major at Bay Academy and you thought that starring as Yenta in Fiddler on The Roof was enough to make it big. You could have been living in Hollywood now, being a bartender or a barista, going to auditions at night. Struggling or thriving as an actor. Who knows how the cookie may have crumbled?