I was a young, hungry, and desperate actress, and my legs were aching from another day of fruitless rounds. As I approached the final building, an officious doorman stopped me. I explained that I was simply headed in to drop off my headshots at various agents.
"Well, just between you and me," he confided, eyeballing me up and down, "Bill Murray is in this building, and he's looking for a personal assistant." He gave me a cocky wink. My brain buzzed. In truth, I was a secretary for a credit reporting firm. I wanted to be an actress. Could Read more