through the lens
April 14th, 1983,
you graduated yesterday
Your diploma sits on your table
you started sending your portfolio to studios and labels you were planning on continue to do so today
the house is quiet....way too quiet......you sit bored until the phone rings
once
twice
you were about to brush it off until you remeber the portolios you sent out the day before you go to to answer it
"hello?"
there's a pause
"is this y/n"
his tone is calm
"yes this is y/n who is this?"
"this is quincy jones we saw your portfolio"
your heart feels like it's out of your chest
silence
"we'd like you on the set."










