FM Application - Introduction
I'm not really supposed to tell people on the internet too much about me. Mama watches a lot of Dateline, and she's convinced some pedophile out there is gonna come after me if I'm not careful. She's kinda crazy right now though. Ever since it came out that Daddy had this whole other life in New York she didn't know about, she's had this real bad nervous condition. I think that's all it is, really.
Anyway, my name's Lacey Collins. I'm 17 - okay, so I'm 16, but I'll be 17 next month which makes me practically that old already - and I'm from Shreveport, which is in Louisiana for the geographically challenged. It ain't really much dependin' on whereall some of you might've been before, but it's pretty big for around here. Which, I mean, thank God. 'Cause it gets pretty boring in these parts. Not so much lately, with all the hurricane activity and then that Patriots player bein' found dead in Lake Ponchartrain. But I'm sure you can imagine that's not exactly an every day kinda thing.
My dad's a laywer. He worked with Johnnie Cochran a few times before he got all famous. Daddy's actually from old Southern money since my great-great-great (maybe a few more greats?) granddad was some kind of shipping tycoon. He formed the Collins Corporation, and they've done all kinds of things since then. Shipping, football teams, stock market. I'm not really all that interested in it. And my mom, she was Miss Louisiana once but now she just sits around the house consulting different Creole people to see if one of them can maybe whip up some nasty hoodoo against Daddy. (Like I said, she hasn't been right lately.) I don't know much about his other family, considering he left them too once Mama and everyone else found out about it. That other woman's probably sittin' around some penthouse in the city, tryin' to take out a hit with the mafia or something. I don't really know whose side I'm on with all that drama.
As for me, I'm fixin' to go to Santa Monica next month to stay with my cousin Kacie. She's out in California tryin' to be the next Reese Witherspoon or Heidi Klum. But the way she parties it up, she's probably more likely to be the next Lindsay Lohan. If she can ever get a role, that is.
I just hope that I'll get to make a demo or maybe play some kind of high profile gig. I'm a singer, at least I wanna be, and Kacie swears I could get a record deal if someone important heard me. Plus, I play piano and guitar, and I've been taking dance lessons practically my whole life, so I'm pretty much a triple threat. I know it's a hard town to break or whatever, so I'm not getting my hopes up too high. But still, a girl can dream, can't she?
Well, I better wrap this up. My friends keep playing text tag to figure out when we're gonna go see that movie Disturbia. I don't even really want to go. I tried to tell them that. See, I keep havin' these nightmares. They're weird and sometimes pretty awful. So the last thing I need is some creepy movie to make it worse.
Oh well, as long as it isn't a movie about vampires, I guess I should be alright.
Anyway, my name's Lacey Collins. I'm 17 - okay, so I'm 16, but I'll be 17 next month which makes me practically that old already - and I'm from Shreveport, which is in Louisiana for the geographically challenged. It ain't really much dependin' on whereall some of you might've been before, but it's pretty big for around here. Which, I mean, thank God. 'Cause it gets pretty boring in these parts. Not so much lately, with all the hurricane activity and then that Patriots player bein' found dead in Lake Ponchartrain. But I'm sure you can imagine that's not exactly an every day kinda thing.
My dad's a laywer. He worked with Johnnie Cochran a few times before he got all famous. Daddy's actually from old Southern money since my great-great-great (maybe a few more greats?) granddad was some kind of shipping tycoon. He formed the Collins Corporation, and they've done all kinds of things since then. Shipping, football teams, stock market. I'm not really all that interested in it. And my mom, she was Miss Louisiana once but now she just sits around the house consulting different Creole people to see if one of them can maybe whip up some nasty hoodoo against Daddy. (Like I said, she hasn't been right lately.) I don't know much about his other family, considering he left them too once Mama and everyone else found out about it. That other woman's probably sittin' around some penthouse in the city, tryin' to take out a hit with the mafia or something. I don't really know whose side I'm on with all that drama.
As for me, I'm fixin' to go to Santa Monica next month to stay with my cousin Kacie. She's out in California tryin' to be the next Reese Witherspoon or Heidi Klum. But the way she parties it up, she's probably more likely to be the next Lindsay Lohan. If she can ever get a role, that is.
I just hope that I'll get to make a demo or maybe play some kind of high profile gig. I'm a singer, at least I wanna be, and Kacie swears I could get a record deal if someone important heard me. Plus, I play piano and guitar, and I've been taking dance lessons practically my whole life, so I'm pretty much a triple threat. I know it's a hard town to break or whatever, so I'm not getting my hopes up too high. But still, a girl can dream, can't she?
Well, I better wrap this up. My friends keep playing text tag to figure out when we're gonna go see that movie Disturbia. I don't even really want to go. I tried to tell them that. See, I keep havin' these nightmares. They're weird and sometimes pretty awful. So the last thing I need is some creepy movie to make it worse.
Oh well, as long as it isn't a movie about vampires, I guess I should be alright.