``I'm going to be a movie star.''
That's what Megan said if anyone asked her what she'd be when she grew up. She knew what she was supposed to say: ``teacher'' or ``nurse'' or even ``doctor'' or ``engineer.'' But she wanted to be a cool movie actress getting her picture in People magazine with flash stunned eyes and her mouth open and a famous guy leering in the background. Yes!
She didn't audition for school plays. She didn't try to be more beautiful. She didn't sign up to be an extra when they made cable movies in the area.
But Megan had a digital video camera and a computer. With the camera she recorded her life. Not from her own point of view but from the camera's, which she placed so that it aimed more or less in her direction. Every Sunday afternoon she edited her week to a minute. Twelve scenes, mostly, except for the week her cat died when she just showed three photos of poor Tabs backed with that Eric Clapton song.
At the end of the year she had a one hour movie which she called ``16''.
She put it on Public Access cable. And lo! she was a movie star.