Thank you, Cadence.” Life in New York had become surreal. I was working for my idol, I had my own tiny studio apartment, and I’d made friends, somehow. The sex tape scandal was in full frenzy when I arrived in the city. I was getting all sorts of phone calls and e-mails from people looking for interviews, comments, more sex tapes, even a couple porn studios reached out. It was an utter whirlwind of bullshit, a never-ending tornado of humiliation. I deleted everything and changed my number. Luckily, interest died out as quickly as it had ramped up. People were on to the next celebrity scandal in a matter of weeks. The camera’s shutter clicked, but I couldn’t see the setup from the intended angle—I was holding up a scrim, directing light for Justine Gunn herself. I’d clung to my collection of business cards on my way out of LA and didn’t put them down until I’d called every single one of the numbers and attempted to set up a meeting or an interview or anything at all.
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