To me the real superstars were people like my friend Jeryl, who'd work a double-shift and then carry her heavy keyboard all the way from lower Manhattan to the Bronx for a performance that started at midnight.
Then there was Maria who worked all day at a law office then made her way to Tribeca after work to perform in a staged reading in a quite bookstore after work.
These were people forced to bend time, babysit, and teach just to find any way they could to sing, write, act, play, and do what they loved most.
I learned that success was simply improving upon something you loved to do and attainment of the goal wasn't the point but rather who you became in its pursuit.
Find your Jeryl's and Maria's. Find your superstars.
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