All of a sudden, I was hearing stories about how difficult I was to work with, ridiculous rumors about drugs and what a diva I was. I never had to go to rehab or a program.

I play piano and write better than I can sing.

I'll be gray by the time I'm 30, but I like my hair. It looks shiny. I like the way it looks when those highlights are picked up on camera.

I liked performing, but not the struggle.

Cara is not my real name, and I'm not going to tell you what it is. Only because I do live in New York and enough people already know who my parents are.

I'm a woman with a mission. I've learned to believe in myself, my vision and to do things the way I want them done.

Your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind