The cow-town starlet. The big fish in the small pond. You are fucking huge in Minneapolis. And there's a scene there. Oh, there's a good scene. You could go on for decades, celebrated by your community, surrounded by people who love and understand you and your multi-hyphenate talents... Or you could move to L.A. and start from zero. Why would you do that? Because it's all you can think about. Because those people who care about you just want to keep you for themselves, when the whole world should get a taste of your sweet sassy molassy. It could be argued these types are in L.A. for the wrong reasons, and indeed thousands of them make the sad exodus back to their small ponds every year. But they're also the ones who end up household names, so give this crowd a chance—their arrogance could be validated any day now.
The Unsatisfied Overachiever