Dreaming As We Float
Call me egocentric, but you dream of me tooβdon't you? The actress that I am, demanding to be on every stage, even in your slumber. They say children grow to want everything they lacked in their sandbox days. The poor become workaholics or gambling addictsβcounting pennies until their fingertips smell of copper. The tight-leashed become adrenaline seekersβswimming with great whites and inhaling the same color. And then there are people like me. The actors, the singers, the comedians, the performers. The children who grew to be spotlight hungryβcraving the applause, the recognition, the attention.