on opening night, i thought of my mother. i knew that if she could have been there with me, she would have been beaming. i did it, i wanted to tell her. we're both out of there.
so how can i condemn the fourteen-year-old-girl who did whatever she could to get herself out of town? and how can i judge the eighteen-year-old who got herself out of that marriage once it was safe to do so?
when you're given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. the world doesn't give things, you take things.
but on the first day of rehearsals, as ruby and i hung out by craft services and drank coffee, it became clear that celia st. james had absolutely no idea how much we all hated her.
it would take me years to figure out that life doesn't get easier simply because it gets more glamorous. but you couldn't have told me that when i was fourteen.