So there I was, decided that I ought to get wealthy doing other means other than what I love—because God knows you can never get what you want doing what you love. Or at least that’s how my husband painfully puts it—when Glee came on. First episode, first season. Don’t Stop Believing and Mr. Schuester. It was a riot in my head. I got pumped up to do exactly what I’ve always wanted to. I had to devise a way to keep it a secret from him until I actually start making money. This is one thing about rushing into things like, oh, you know, marriage: you might end up with someone who holds completely different values from you. I still don’t know what to make of the differences: a delightful challenge or a gruelling mistake?