20 minutes will determine the rest of my life.
Next Friday I will be in LA, interviewing at USC for a full-tuition scholarship. This is what I've always dreamed of - here's my chance to study screenwriting at USC, the best film school in the world, and fulfill my dream of becoming a great screenwriter.
If I don't get this scholarship, it's really doubtful that I'll be able to attend USC. My parents already don't want me to go. They're not thrilled about me living in a big and scary city 1500 miles away, so they're probably not going to dish out a ton of money for me to go there when they could send me to a cheaper and "safer" school in Illinois. That's what they've told me, at least. It'd break my heart if that happened; it really would.
So I'm standing on a precipice here - it's a 20 minute fall. Will I crash or will I soar? I just don't know, and it's killing me. I guess all I can do is be myself and hope that's good enough.