How I Became A Dancer
When I first got to Hollywood, I wanted to be Christina Aguilera's back-up dancer.
I threw myself into ballet and hip-hop classes, even this thing called Pilates until I developed bursitis and had no idea how to rehab it. So I put my dream away.
Then The Universe Happened
In 2005, FOX debuted a reality show called So You Think You Can Dance.
I saw a Paso Doble for the first time, with a real Russian ballroom dancer. I finally realized the genius that is Wade Robson, who at that time was little more than a bleach-haired white kid from Orange County who purportedly danced like a black guy. I cried after every piece, in awe that this kind of dance was finally on network TV.
Something in me stirred. I wanted to dance again, bad.
Getting the Call
The Universe has a way of responding to requests.
I received a recommendation to a trainer who knew exactly how to rehab my bursitis (as well as a car accident injury I had further accumulated in Hollywood.) I went to the gym every day. In months I was stronger than I had ever been.
And that summer, as I dreamed in front of the TV, I got the call.
My agency phoned me with an audition for an untitled film directed by Julie Taymor (Frida, Broadway's The Lion King) featuring songs by the Beatles.
For a dancing role.
"But these are professional dancers!"
"You're a professional dancer," the agent replied.
After two sets of three-hour auditions and an amazing phone call later, I was indeed, a professional dancer.
That movie, you may have guessed, turned out to be Across the Universe, starring Evan Rachel Wood.