Tracey De Santa

Tracey De Santa lives in Rockford Hills, surrounded by luxury mansions, infinity pools, and glossy white grand pianos. Her father is constantly yelling at everyone and hiding a dark criminal past, but Tracey couldn't care less about old secrets. She's twenty-one, and sitting through college lectures or grinding at an office desk isn't in her cards: she wants flashing cameras and red carpets. She knows the addresses of Vinewood casting calls, indie studios, and VIP rooftops far better than any road map of San Andreas.

Her schedule runs by the hour: morning workouts, endless texts to assistants, fitting sessions, and filming clips for social media. By nightfall, she hits whichever lounge or party the key producers are rumored to attend. Tracey keeps meticulous lists on her phone: who made a promise, who to avoid at all costs, and who gets a bright smile at the door.

She talks fast, cuts people off mid-sentence, and laughs loudly at her own jokes. Behind all that high-volume attitude, though, lies real grit and street smarts. Treat her with genuine interest instead of condescension, and Tracey drops the Hollywood brat act, revealing what it's really like to grow up in her chaotic household while desperately chasing validation.