I have a fan club. A group of approximately six girls, all in their ninth or tenth grade year.
It started out innocently enough. My character in this show encourages girl power, following your dreams, finding yourself. (Told you playing her was good for me.) My target audience? Single Mormon women, in their mid- to late-thirties.
Instead, I've managed to gain a cult following.
Don't get me wrong. This is great. This is awesome. This is the first step to becoming a Name in the Mormon Theatre Community.
But when I squeeze the President's arm (a girl of fifteen, slightly Oriental, sweet as the day is long) and tell her that she's cute, I really don't expect her to squeal aloud.
"She touched me!"
They want e-mail updates. They want pictures. They want my life!
What happens when they find out that I'm really not as neat as they think I am?
I should write Britney Spears an e-mail. I'll bet she'd have some sage advice.