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I arrive in N.Y. and search for the closest New York gym so I can ground myself for my audition, a top prestigious Acting School called The William Esper Acting School. I get in! End of year one I'm the ONLY one who gets to know (in advance) I made it into year two. The others have to wait till they get notified in the summer. I study all forms of acting, theater and movement for 5 years. Since in my heart I'm a Dancer I couldn't wait till it was OVER. I picked roles like... The maid who picked up the cat shit, only I'd end up picked to play Queen Victoria. Annoyed AF I bust through my Teacher's office DOOR...
Nichole; "I CAN'T do this role!"
Teacher; "It's who you ARE Nichole."
Nichole; "I'm NOT from England I'm Mediterranean, I know nothing about their history!"
Teacher; "We need someone who embodies a Queen."
Nichole; "Well if you must know I EMBODY a Mermaid."
Nichole; "Fine!! I'll be helping the maid who picks up the cat shit."
I'd be going to my acting school at night, right after my training at my New York gym. Every scene study class we had we'd need to go prepare (emotionally) for fifteen minutes in the back room. I'd go in there... pass OUT. Leg DAY man! Took everything out of me. LOL The teacher asks after I finish my scene, what imagery I used in my fifteen minute prep time. It was so realistic. I'd fess up. Tell him I fell asleep. Students would ASK. "How is it possible that it was so real, if she didn't prepare?" My teacher explains. "There's a handful of actors in the world that are born with their sensitivities on their finger tips. Literally... They're able to step into their character." Yup. THAT'S me. LOL It's was through my acting school that I was able to recognize my ability to step into another person... PERIOD. Emotionally speaking! LOL Which means I can disappear (internally) empty myself of my opinions and conditioning (free AF) feel YOU or my character, instead. Stripped of color (stains or blotches) I'm BLANK like a clean canvas, so your impressions are noted. I'm able to witness everything you're feeling (felt) stuck and why, unaffected. I can see where the energy entanglement is now and unravel it.
My teacher's pissed. Teaches me me a lesson he pairs me up with this rich dude, no one wants to work with as my next scene study partner. Mr. ZERO Emotion. We set up a time and place. He arrives (late). Comes in and puts down his coat (boots) and wants to shoot the shit. I OPEN the window... THROW his coat and boots out in the snow. Push him out the front door. "Don't come back till YOU actually want to work!" I said. He knocked on the door comes back in and just looks at me. NOW I got to be a friggin' motivational speaker! I start talking to him to see why he can't access his emotions. Once I see the blockage I connect it with the blockage of his character, so he can use himself in his character and I respond to that genuinely. WE ace the scene and now everyone's ASKING, "Why did he work so well with you... Nichole?" Queen's got game! LOL Authenticity breeds authenticity in response, so you CAN connect emotionally. And incase you're wondering, "No I don't have a Boyfriend. It's tough to be a Legend.
I trained my ass off. Didn't have a six pack HAD an eight pack! LOL My clientele grew and I got very close with my clients due to pin pointing personal issues they had (obscured for many years) seeing their shrink. Summing it up in the first few weeks of training, I got tight with the Elite crowd and made good money. Spent it all on Taxis! LOL New Yorkers are the BEST people. They don't listen to just ANYBODY, they're direct ( IN-YOUR-FACE) brutally honest. TELL it like it is. MY kind of people. Once you win them over... it's for LIFE.
My physique got me into commercials and print work I normally wouldn't have gotten. Casting people and agents were freaking over my BODY. I was lean, sexy and fit AF. It's all about symmetry! Plus. Most people don't understand that intricate stretching has to do with making certain parts of YOU taller. I made my rounds in the entertainment industry FUCKED UP a major opportunity with a top Talent Agency. Who handpicked me (without even having to read). He's like "Do YOU know how many thousands of pictures I get DAILY?" Puts my photo on his desk. "There's something ABOUT your face... Nichole. There's magic in it." Told you I was a mermaid! Lmfao He wanted me in roles right away. I delayed... that month I felt fat. Came in 2 months later. He didn't even want to see me. But I LEARNED. Next time I feel fat... I'm NOT fat. I'm just off SEASON! LOL I land a gig on The David Letterman Show. Do commercials and print work. Decide to dive fully into the Bodybuilding arena and head back to LA. I exhausted my funds, it was now 7 years later. One client pleads to have me stay ONE more year. In spite of only having 73.00 dollars to my name and could have used a new package sold, I made up my mind. No CLUE what I was going to DO or where I'd stay once I got back to LA. I hug that client good bye at the airport and he hands me an envelope.
Nichole; "what's this?"
Client; " I've called in my last 5 years of Christmas bonuses, told them I have something special I need to put it towards."
Me; "WTF?" Awwwwe... We'll be able to buy food. Yaay!
I thank him, run to catch the plane, sit in my seat and open the envelope to find three thousand, five hundred dollars inside, along with a credit card that instructs me to use it (in case of an emergency). Yes people. Money TALKS... Volumes. Needless to say, I never used his credit card even when the car I bought had no brake pads. LOL Found out on the freeway when I realized that UNLESS I keep pumping the brake pedal it's NOT stopping. Spirit driven, spirit guided, spirit protected. LOL