From the day I could talk, I knew fame and celebrity was calling my name. I told everyone around me about the journey I was destined for. As soon as I could hold a pencil, I started to draw and the older I got, the better my drawings became. Throughout school, I took every theatre and art class I could cram into my schedule. I knew my parents were skeptical, but I had my heart set on Parsons School even though I knew I would be attending class while working and living paycheck to paycheck. I knew I could get hired into working at a gallery and I knew it some sort since I had been working more since the day I was old enough to drive.
I wasn’t, however, expecting to meet Rylan on my first day of classes and I quickly became obsessed with his art. Obsessed to the point I was no longer making enough time for my own art and was on the verge of failing out of Parsons. Rylan was my greatest weakness and I knew it. He was my idol. My muse. My greatest source of joy. As I recognized my faults, I could fall back into a rhythm. A rhythm that was sure to get Rylan to notice me. A rhythm to finally become his assistant. I knew if I could, I would soon embark on the greatest journey of my life.