Tomorrow, or the next few weeks, is the end of an era for me. After seven years of being on one of the most talked about shows in America, Pretty Little liars, the curtain will finally close. I remember the day I was cast. I was, for some reason, not bolstered with much courage and I remember mumbling my way through what I thought was an atrocious audition. I think I might have said to the front row attendees that I indeed was “the worst actor they’d probably seen all day” to which I was met with gleeful smiles, as my joke had seemingly hit some kind of funny bone, or maybe it was that sort of sad humor that the character was meant to embody. To this day I will never know. I walked out in tears blubbering to my husband that today would mark the day that I was to give up acting. The embarrassment of rejection from this audition was too much to bear. I got the job. Or the pilot at least. I had no lines, and for all intents and purposes was mute, but what the hell did I care. I WAS IN A PILOT.

We all arrived in Vancouver to shoot the 8-day first episode of a show that was based on a very successful book series. Everyone was fresh-faced, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed and willing to work a 16-hour day without one single complaint. That’s what happens when you put a team of creatives in a room on the precipice of full blown success but still needing to run the extra miles on the treadmill to get there. I worked for a day and then went home to wait in painful anticipation to see what would happen to the show’s fate. It got picked up. And the rest was history.

It’s not very often that you catch lightening in a bottle. Quite the opposite. For everything to align just perfectly is beyond rare. It’s also not often that people invest their time and their money and their conversations into something that becomes greater than them. Every person becomes part of a chain reaction that breathes life into fiction.

I truly believe Pretty Little Liars success was because at it’s core, devoid of all the scare tactics, were a group of girls who loved each other. It was about adoration. And loyalty and devotion and pain. It was less about who died and more about those unhinged, flailing, uninformed adolescent years. Years which are confusing and exhilarating and heartbreaking. That’s why the show was successful. Because it spoke to you. In some way, it resonated.

I am honored that I got to be a small piece to the much bigger puzzle and I’m so thankful for each and every one of you. I might not all know of you by name but your energy and support is palpable. Thank you for jumping on this fast moving train with me and I promise if you stay a few more stops you won’t be disappointed. I’m excited for what the future brings and Pretty Little Liars will now be immortal forever. Thank you for watching.


Just screwing with you, Tammin xoxo (yes, I know who AD is, and no I can’t tell you :P)