New York, NY
When I was younger, I had dreams of being on the stage. I would make my stuffed animals put on Broadway musicals in my living room and force my friends to listen to me sing at the top of my lungs to Damn Yankees and Kiss Me, Kate. Kevin Spacey was my teenage crush and I covered my room with glossy pictures of celebrities I found in Entertainment Weekly.
I grew up in love with pop culture. Nothing fascinated me more and still, nothing does. I never knew how I wanted to wrap this into a financially successful career outside of being on Broadway myself. I attended two theater arts schools before I realized that maybe I loved expressing my passions more on paper than on the stage.
Cameron Crowe, Chuck Klosterman and Rob Sheffield became my biggest inspirations. Writing about music and the experiences people feel when they hear their favorite song is the kind of stuff that moves me. I want to travel the country one day, writing essays about couples falling in love through music. I want to listen to Tom Petty as loud as I can while driving down a dirt road in the Southwest, stop by a few antique stores and pretend there are no problems in life.
Somehow I hope to combine all of this into a job. Hopefully through entertainment writing or a creative agency. I don't know yet. I do know that one day I'll move to Nashville and let my hair go gray and continue to listen to Led Zeppelin until I die.