ABSTRACT
My film career has one definite distinction: it didn’t exist. When I first came to Hollywood in 1943 to dance at the Turnabout Theater, some well-meaning friends predicted fame and fortune for me. “You’ll be a big film star,” they said. Only, I was not in the least interested. I was perfectly happy with what I had done all along: inventing my own dances and performing them in theaters. I just wanted to “do my own thing.” I didn’t see myself in movies, where I would have to adjust to somebody else’s taste.
