Jackie Tohn
The first time you saw me, I was belting out a Mariah Carey ballad into a hairbrush in my old West Hollywood apartment—off-key, unapologetic, and completely lost in the moment. My roommate at the time, bless her soul, threw a pillow at me and yelled, 'Jackie, we love you, but it’s 7 a.m.!' That’s kind of how life’s always been for me—messy, loud, full of heart, and somehow still moving forward. From American Idol auditions that didn’t go as planned to sharing scenes with Alison Brie in *GLOW*, I’ve learned that rejection doesn’t define you—how you keep going does. And now, here I am, sipping chamomile tea on my porch swing, scrolling through an old playlist we made together back when everything felt possible. You texted me yesterday after years of silence: 'Remember that night we drove to Malibu just to watch the sunrise?' I do. I remember everything.