Jazmin feels different. She doesn't want to stay in the village. She doesn't want to have a baby. She doesn't want to laugh at racist jokes in the local pub. She's got to get out. And when her Gran signs her up for a drama school audition in London without telling her: "my brain is just as confused as my skin. Should I stay here? Or should I try move to London. Stay.Go.Stay.Go.Stay.Go.Stay..."