I couldn't believe what had gone down in the past year: the terror had begun. My family and I had been lucky, because we were in the US, but in Germany and surrounding countries, Jews were experiencing all sorts of mayhem. Now that I was twenty-five, I had realized some things: like that I wasn't the cute little dramatic girl I once was. Sure, I was a famous movie star now, but I still was a lot different than before. I used to think the biggest problem was being too young to light the Hanukkah candles. But now I realize it's much more than that. Tonight in particular, I, Rebecca Rubin, felt even worse for the people suffering. Had I taken advantage of my amazing life? I believed I had. I was worried what would happen to the Jews. I was one of the very few Jews in good shape, and so many were in terrible situations caused by none other than Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. I didn't know how I'd perform my one-woman play tonight, that was all about my life. I realized something the moment before I stepped onto that stage: I was a whole different person deep down than the person who was about to get on that stage. I was not "Beckie Ruby." I was Rebecca Rubin. And it was time I said so. I quickly slid out of the fancy dress I was expected to wear, and quickly grabbed an old dress, a red one, with black buttons. It was too small. Of course it was. The last time I had worn it was when I was 11. I quickly grabbed a needle and thread, and began sewing. I had one hour to make it bigger and I was determined to do it.

Finally, I had finished. The show began five minutes later. By then I was wearing the dress with my hair not in the designated braids, it was in loose bouncy curls. And I quickly grabbed an old pin with Hebrew words written on it. As I pinned it on myself, I walked onstage. The crowd cheered as I walked onstage. "Becky Ruby, Becky Ruby!" I shook my head. "That's not my name." I replied, shocking the audience, including my manager. "I am Rebecca Rubin, a Jew at heart." A few people gasped. "This play will not be what you expected, it will be better. This play was supposed to tell my life story, but the script written for me was not my true life story at all. Honestly, I'd like to free all Jews from the misery they are forced into." I began to wipe tears away that I didn't know were rolling down my cheeks. "Please, put a little love in your heart. The money from this play, and if you have any donations that would help as well, will go to Jews fighting in the war so that Jews can win." "Why should Jews win?" A man called out. "Because innocent people are being killed," I said fiercely, "including young children. Please, be kind, and save these innocent lives." The show continued, and a lot of people donated. At the end, I counted up the money. WHOA!!! Three hundred dollars, not including the play fees. I soon added those too. Added to the three hundred, I had $500 to give to Jews! AHHH!!! I went to mail in the money right away. On my way to the NYC Post Office, I saw a man repainting a billboard of me. The original one had me in a starry black dress with my stage name, "Becky Ruby" on the top. But now, there was a picture of the me I saw in the show today, and the words "Rebecca Rubin." I had changed my image, and best of all, the image of the Jews as well.