“I can act my ass off.” Those were her words.
It was the mid-eighties in NYC. Julia and I were clients at the same talent management company. MDM, or MMP. One of those initial-named outfits that leaves people befuddled. Like the personal license plate on a car that doesn’t spell anything clever. My manager was Richard Alfredo. He loved theatre actors and…
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