“You’re either going to hate it, or you’re absolutely going to adore LA” they told me, mere days before my departure. That was enough to terrify me. I mean, I’ve always believed I wanted to work in film and when I told people that, the statement “Oh, so you’re moving to LA after college” was most likely the follow up. This one semester I am spending here in the beautifully sunny and hot LA is going to determine the rest of my life? No pressure.
Driving down (Well, “inching” is a better word) the 405 at 5:30 pm, I roll up my window, blast the AC and try, hard, not to think about the thousands of cars ahead of me. What have I gotten myself into? I have to endure this every day. This is my life now. But as most things go, it ends and I get to work. A few scripts later and restocking the fridge (intern work, am I right?) I am called to the screening of the premiere episode of the season. I make my way down to the screening room and low and behold, the cast of the entire show is just standing outside waiting with the rest of us casually munching on some philly cheesesteaks in their flip flops. “Be social” I was told when I first moved here. I pushed myself to go talk to the people and the first conversation I have with one of the Production Assistants allowed me to mention Syracuse University. “You should go talk to Jeff Garlin over there” she points to the actor “His son went to Syracuse for a while” she says to me— I tried, he was busy.
But that’s beside the point. Eventually, one of these days I’m going to have a conversation with someone here, and I know, this conversation is going to change my life somehow. So, bring it on LA, I’m dying to see what you throw at me.