Making it in the arts is hard, apparently. Whether it's writing, singing or slicing animals very thinly and putting them between glass panels - it's the kind of field in which looks and connections are at least as useful as talent.
So how the hell did Wing do it? Her singing is even worse than mine, she's certainly not as pretty as I am (which isn't saying much, I know), and as far as I know she isn't hooked up with a soccer superstar. Some say it's her passion that wins her fans. Others say her fans mistakenly believe she is intentionally satirising pop diva-dom.
Well, if all it takes is the willingness to be laughed at, would I be happy with all the fame and adulation?
Maybe, but only if there was money in it.