I’m not a lead—just Marcus, one more face lost in LA’s crowd. But Jamie, my director friend, believes in me. So when she asked me to play Cassandra— a dangerously captivating woman—I nearly spit out my coffee. Still, in her cramped apartment, dressed in heels and a wig, I learned to move, to stand, to be her. Slowly, the line between Marcus and Cassandra blurred.
On Jamie’s dare, I spent a night at Midnight Rendezvous, a club where they have sex in every dark corner, and I felt something shift. Every look felt electric; suddenly, I could be anyone, and what a wild night that was. I wondered if I had gone from being a straight guy to a gay one, or if I had simply gone from being a guy to being a girl.
However, you want to look at it, what I became followed me into auditions in skirts and blouses.
After that wild night, now I walked into casting offices brimming with confidence. I read for roles I once thought impossible, carrying the truth that performance had revealed who I really am.
For the first time, I like who I see—maybe you will, too.
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