So back in my theater days my best friend and I had this great idea to make a comic book. We had everything planned out. We were going to be roommates, living in some giant apartment with a giant fish tank. I don’t remember the finer details as to why there was a fish tank, but it was important. My character was a worker at the zoo, I wore the skimpiest version of a safari outfit possible complete with a whip. I guess I was taming lions at my zoo. My friends character was a Veterinarian, and wore some scrubs that were all skanked up – she fought with vials and some kick-ass martial arts moves.
My name was Boots Vanburen, hers was Cinnamon Wilson. Both names were based on the ‘find your own porn name’ game (Name of your first pet and the street you grew up on.) This was why our costumes were so skanky. At least I would hope so. But then again we did go to the student union at the University and take bets on how long it would take us to fill an empty pool hall once we started playing. And yeah, that is just as shallow as it sounds.
The reason I bring this is up is because I had the whole first scene of the comic book planned out, the song picked out and everything.
Yep the song.
I have a thing for music. I hear something and it triggers something in my imagination. I actually had to pull over the other day when taking ‘Bear’ to ballet tow rite something down when a song came on. Yep, I’m that cool. Or deranged, take your pick.
Anyway, the song for our amazing opening fight scene was ‘Are you gonna be my Girl’ by Jet
It started with the gang tearing apart a pool hall (ironic huh?) and we walked in nice and slow, overemphasis on the hips of course. We just watched them as the tore apart the hall, until Cinnamon whistled (.13 ), they all turned to look at her, “What are you doing that for?” She would ask, her voice as innocent as hunny. I would smile alluringly – knowing they would be watching her a bit more then me before I took of in another direction (.23)
She keeps there attention while I get in place and cue the fight cue the whip. I couldn’t tell you for the life of me what happens during that scene anymore. But every time I hear this song I think of Boots Vanburen and Cinnamon Wilson. I with my whip, and thigh high boots, her with her fish tank.
Yeah, I was that cool odd.
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
