WARREN BEATTY WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR... Born in Hollywood and raised by a radical, Black Panther-supporting mother and a charismatic trombone-playing father, Nikki Nash grew up surrounded by musicians, actors, conspiracy theorists, political fundraisers, jazz jams, and lots of alcohol-fueled parties. At fourteen, she is lonely, longing for attention, and desperate to find something to fill the void. She decides “that something” is Warren Beatty. She is determined to find him and have him in her life forever. She isn’t naive, and this isn’t a fantasy. She has a solid plan. And the first step in the plan is to grow up. Four years later, Nash, now eighteen, is ready for the next step of her plan. When she learns that Warren Beatty—who lives at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel—frequents a nearby restaurant, she gets a hostess job there and waits. In the meantime, she encounters (and/or dates) stalkers, sociopaths, actors, agents, mobsters, and producers. But eventually, on a cold Sunday night, after breaking her finger in a judo class and looking her worst—dirty hair pulled back, no make-up, her broken finger in a glass of ice—Warren Beatty walks through the door.
