Though I usually take pride in my scrappiness, sometimes it feels unfair that I’ve had to fight so hard while other people just seem to be… blessed. You know those folks—when they walk into a room, the air changes. They are the Golden Ones; you just know they’re movie stars. You can’t take your eyes off of them. Usually tall and striking, they have that “it” factor that I never had. They can screw up an audition and still get the part because the director feels that they just are the part. That there’s no other choice. That doesn’t happen to me.
