Linda || London
As a kid I was convinced that I was destined to be the next Judy Garland, and my mum patiently drove me to auditions and mopped up my tears when I never got the part. One day I was particularly upset, and the following exchange occurred.
Me – I’m never going to another audition -never, never never!
Mum – Alright, honey. You really aren’t very good.
Oddly enough, it did stop me crying; I think from shock more than anything.