When I decided to finally disprove all the doubters and leave Manchester for the bright lights of New York, I knew I was going to be in for a very tough time. Everyone had advised me against it, the plethora of acting talent, the failures, the has-beens and then the likes of me…not really knowing what I’m letting myself in for and armed with a passion for acting, performance, theatre and drama. My Broadway plans were, of course, grandiose. I’d land on American shores, take a cab from the airport to Manhattan. I’d walk straight into Broadway, with my carefully assembled portfolio, and be performing at one of the Theater District’s world-famous venues within a week.

I had done a stint in London’s West End, where I met performers who had also appeared in Broadway and Off-Broadway. But, to my shock and surprise, the New York acting circuit was hardly comparable to London. A million miles from home, one of the few young English aspirants and surrounded by phenomenal and multi-skilled talent, I knew I needed to up my game in order to have a chance in the cut-throat competitive atmosphere of Broadway. My initial thought was, acting classes, singing classes, dance classes! Everything! But then, with little more than a few hundred pounds to my name, I decided I would spend some time finding the right drama school. It came down to a choice between the Juilliard School and the Tisch School of the Arts. They were both conveniently located, and both were highly reputable and, in fact, recommended by the more successful talent that I came across during my initial time in New York.

As I took some time away from pursuing acting, and sought to focus on Broadway, I inadvertently signed up to Aperture Talent, who represent some of the biggest names in American film and television. Somehow, and I still don’t quite understand it, my big break in America came extremely fortuitously…