You’re not a snowflake. Not in the ad biz. You’re not one in a million, you’re one of a million. So forget about all the pats on the head by mommy. It’s time for the facts. Here, stars are made, not born. Hammered into shape by relentlessness and an iron will. You’ve come to the fork in the road – fame or obscurity. It’s a long way to the top, buttercup, so you better get climbing. And the next time your mother tells you not to worry because you’re really talented and everyone loves you – tell her to put a cork in it.