As "the Third Coast," it's a given that everyone in Nashville is from somewhere else. Whitney's someone you rarely meet: a gen-u-wine, native Nashvegan. Or maybe we should say, "Nashvegetarian," but that sounds klutzy.
Whitney excels in the "I can handle this" and unflappability departments, killer skillsets for the P digital media department, where attention to detail meets managing on the fly on a daily basis. A story: once she was in LA with nowhere to stay, so she did what any unflappable
daughter of a music biz dad would do - she popped into an Apple Store, Googled up a driver and before the night was over, she was hanging at a party with an A list of Hollywood celebrities. At least she says it was an A list.
Whitney used to dress up as a princess for Halloween every year, claims she stood up her first time on a surfboard, and is a self-proclaimed social butterfly. She keeps a tiara in her purse for special occasions, but she won't let you see it unless you're special.