Dancing, singing, ratted hair, welcome to my world. My name is Samantha Collins. Just kidding, I wish that was my name. My name is really Samantha Jones and I'm a makeup artist for the Corny Collins Show in Baltimore Maryland. I'm twenty years old with golden hair and dark blue eyes. I'm pretty attractive; I'm not going to pretend I'm not. I have a heart shaped, a muscled body from dancing, and an hour-glass shaped body from my mom's side of the family. Of course, there are some downsides. I have a slight tummy that even dancing most of my life could get rid of, but I didn't jiggle too much. I also had some freckles everywhere that I hated.
I loved dancing. It's my life, or it was. I left home when I was sixteen to become a professional dancer in New York City, the big apple. By some stroke of luck, I landed a job as a Rockette. Occasionally, I also preformed in companies. That lasted for about two years before I stupidly messed up my leg, making sure I couldn't dance professionally. Those years were some of the best of my life. New York was a wild place and I was a teenager who was friends with a bunch of twenty year olds who could proved certain things if you catch my drift. I left New York and wandered down to good ol' Baltimore where I found my job. It was close to dancing and I had always liked doing peoples makeup.
I woke up every morning at eight o' clock to get ready for a typical day. Watching the kids during rehearsal before seeing what makeup would look best with what they were planning on wearing, being there for touchups during filming, deal with Velma von Tussle, and spend time with the irresistible host, Corny Collins. Good Morning Baltimore.