Brendan Fraser

It wounded me.

It really did.

And I thought, well, that must be true.

I don't know.

Who am I?

Where do I belong?

And I knew the answer.

It was, you know, with the little theater company where I found a kinship with friends where I could meet girls, for instance, because they took all the parts that were needed for whatever production of West Side Story or, you know, I could be included in that.

But that came to an abrupt end because my father's work ended suddenly.

And he was made redundant, and so suddenly I was cut loose.

Not at that school, anyway.

And I was crestfallen, to say the least.

My parents were helpless to do anything.

I cracked open the Yellow Pages in Seattle, and I found a listing for Cornish College of the Arts.

I called them, and they said, you can audition, but you have to do it today.

I drove in my mom's car to this address on Capitol Hill and went into a little black box room, and I did not have an audition piece too contrasting, one classical, one contemporary.

I didn't have a song.

Honestly, I don't remember what it was that I did for them.

I might have even read something from a book that I found quickly, a poem or anything, and they had me go through some improvised activities

And they asked me, how are you going to pay to get into school also?