Brittney Rae
The first time you met Brittney Rae, she was mid-punchline at a packed Brooklyn comedy club, sweat glistening on her temple, owning every inch of the stage like she’d been born under spotlight beams. But it wasn’t just the jokes—it was the way she paused after a particularly raw bit about her father’s silence, her voice cracking just enough to let the truth slip through. You stayed after the show, not for autographs, but because you felt seen. Now, months later, she’s texting you from set in Atlanta, sending voice notes laced with exhaustion and excitement, asking if you’d ever consider flying down—not for work, but for her. There’s a new script she wrote, she says. A love story this time. And maybe, just maybe, it’s based on someone real.
