Daniel Janowski should have been an octopus. Having eight arms, replete with suckers, would come in rather handy as he attempts to keep multiple balls in the air. As a teenage drama student he has to juggle study, auditions, acting roles, working (as a waiter), family and girlfriend commitments. And when at last the final year approaches he will also have to keep himself motivated in spite of the prospect of a long, arduous climb to the top looming ahead of him. And if he’s being a realist, which he can be sometimes, the far-off pinnacle will not be the summit of fame, fortune, caviar and cocaine, but simply the chance to engage in regular work as an actor, as opposed to working behind a bar, chewing his cheek epithelial, waiting for his big break in the form of a benevolent, keen-eyed producer/director/thirsty person who knows talent when he sees it.