When I was younger, my mother tried to get me an agent because I was always singing and dancing, but whenever she took me to an audition, I would just shut down. By high school, I was telling everyone, “Oh, I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up,” because my dad was always saying to me, “Pick a career path where you’re always going to be necessary.” But by junior year, I was president of choir, I was the lead in the school play, and I just loved being onstage performing. I literally had a breakdown because I’m not big on denying myself the things that I want, and I knew I was going to do it anyway. So it was coming to terms with the fact that my life was never going to be stable. I’d never know where the next job was coming.
I received tons of racism. I’ve been beat up twice because of it and called every bad name in the book that you can think of that you can call an Asian person. I was pretty uncomfortable with the fact that I was Asian for so long. I felt it was such a negative thing because of the way people treated me. Luckily, I went to a university that was really diverse and I think my college years is when I started understand that it’s pretty awesome to be Asian American and it’s not really a bad thing to be a minority. I actually felt really empowered and that there were more advantages to being a minority, if that makes sense. Like, I’m 100 percent fluent in two languages. I understand so many more people and cultures because of the fact that I did grow up differently.
People don’t come to see freaks of the heat of the day. They come in the evening. When the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery. The unknown. When logic loosen up its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. The night allows the stars to shine and we come alive.