My brother Trevor is theatrically trained. I used to watch him when I was younger and I was in love with it. It just seemed really fun to be someone else. So I begged my mom; she was hesitant, but she eventually allowed me. And it turned out well, I guess.

My mom has always said that if I get a big head, she'll take me out of this business as quickly as I got into it.

The problem with me is, anything that's easy I will just overdo it. Especially with clothes. But I'm 14 - my mom is super-strict about that.

My mom's the one I look up to for everything. I feel like I'm a lump of clay and she's moulding me into a woman.

My brother Trev went to the Professional Performing Arts School in New York, and he used to do his monologues and stuff and rehearse in our apartment. So I used to hear him all the time doing these things over and over and over. And when I was a little girl, I used to soak up everything - like anything anyone did, I soaked it up.

I love going to Topshop, Urban Outfitters and American Apparel, I'm in love with their jackets.