Rebecca may be eccentric and more than just a little quirky with her vintage outfits from the attic and love of classic movies, musicals, and screwball comedies but she had her life (almost) all figured out. She wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in her way of her studies or her career as a dancer or step on her blue satin antique kitten-heel pumps. Especially not a smoking hot London Guitar Star Boy just like a thousand others. He was too good to be true, which was just a little too much like all the other times she had tried to make it work with his type. So "Close, but no cigar!" She was never going to play with her heart again Sam. Or so she thought. And after that night she never did.
If you were to take Janis Joplin, Scarlet O Hara, Bette Midler , Mary Poppins , Carrie Fisher, Gracie Allen , W.C. Fields, all four of the Marx Brothers and put them in a giant blender you would get... Well, a pretty terrible mess! And I'm sure some fairly serious criminal charges! But I'm the kinda gal who would help bury the bits and pieces, have the place spotless before the cops arrived, come up with a good story, a great excuse or decent justification, provide you an airtight alibi or at least a fake beard and mustache, a fake passport and plenty of funny money. And if the worst should happen...defend you to the death on Judge Judy