Your dream was just like any other small town girl who moves to New York. You want to be big. You want to be famous. You want to be on Broadway.

It’s what keeps you crammed in a small studio space that you can barely afford slinging out coffees and hustling multiples jobs to pay rent. You don’t even know how you managed to squeeze an audition for this. You had to know someone who knew someone else who knew someone.

It was a brand new show debuting. Marilyn: The Musical….Bombshell. And you got it. You were in the running to take the lead, and now was the time to give it everything you had. You’ve never wanted anything so bad.

Every day felt more vicious than the last. Being so green, you had to work twice as hard as the more seasoned artists.

“Stop—! Stop, stop.” Derek’s voice cut through the music. You let your arms fall and wait for his correction. His gaze always fell on you and pierced through to your soul. Out of anyone here, you wanted to impress Derek the most.