I went home devastated. I told my mom I was quitting. Thank heaven she reminded me of how bad I wanted this opportunity. How I wished and prayed for it.

With Brute Force, I went from being the fourth understudy, to a lead role a few months later.

But ... it was painfully difficult.

One line.

I couldn't remember it.

The pressure of the opportunity was too much.

Water can burn, you know. I got the tears to prove it.

One line.

I couldn't remember it.

I had seen Mosaic perform in my middle school two years earlier.

Now here I was rehearsing with the people I wanted to be like.

The director gave me my shot.

One line.

I had one line.

My time came to show the others.

My cue.

My body stood up.

My mind sat back down.

I still want to be a cartoonist.

#INTJ for life!

Our privacy seeking protagonist is assaulted by a well intentioned surprise party …

… thank goodness hospitals are quiet and lonely and tend to be extrovert repellent !

Then syndicated distribution would ship piles of money into my bank accounts along with licensing deals and quiet fame.

No need to be interviewed.
No public speaking engagements.
Just images expressing my neuroses in humorous relatable scenarios.