In "Notes Toward a Dreampolitik" from The White Album, Joan Didion wrote about Dallas Beardsley, an actress who placed a desperate trade ad in Variety declaring "I'm going to be a movie star" and signed it "please come, Dallas."
Beardsley didn't make it—her only credit appears to be as a dancer in Blood Orgy of the She Devils and an anti-drug educational film. But you have to admire her ambition and confidence...and her attitude:
When they hurt you, it's because they've been hurt themselves, and maybe God means for you to be hurt, so some beautiful thing can happen later.
Didion observed: "Her dedication to the future is undiluted."
I wonder what happened to her.