Scared is the first word to pop into my mind. The second one was death. I think that's about right. I don't even know what to do. Like said make my story dark and I've never done anything dark. I guess it's never too late to start...? But is it really worth it? It has always been my dream to write the perfect screenplay, yet, I don't ever want to destroy my life. Lexi would tell me to do what feels right. Writing the perfect screenplay feels right. I don't see myself doing anything else. If I go home now, I'll look like an idiot and what would I do? Care for my mom until one day she dies? That's Bryon's life. Go go to college? What would my major be? General studies? No, I don't even know what I would do with that. Go to film school? I only want to write a screenplay, I don't want to take time out of my writing to learn something else. Lexi mentioned that I should go somewhere else, but I don't want to get rejected again. I rather just have one perfect screenplay and Luke is the most, well known, producer in NYC! He's the only one I want approval from. 

"Coming, you dork?" Lexi questioned running through the park.

I followed her, wondering where she was going. It feels like we've been running for awhile, then again, I'm completely out of shape. Finally we stopped at a big statue. I actually didn't really care for it. 

"Lex, what is this?" 

"I actually have no idea," She replied, "I also have no idea where we are."

Great, now we're lost in one of the biggest cities ever. I would call Jimmy, but he's gonna ask. I don't wanna answer. And a cab costs too much money. Lexi and I were walking, trying to figure out where we were and suddenly, it started to look like a bad neighborhood. 

"Edgar, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

I laughed a little, but was also really distracted by the neighborhood. Glad someone has a sense of humor for this. As we were walking further into it, people started to turn heads. The fact that we didn't turn back, amazes me. I guess, I really want to write anew screenplay. It's obvious, that we're terrified, right? I mean, maybe not for Lexi. Even in a situation like this, she's still calm. Soon, some kid was walking up to us. He was tall-ish with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing nothing special, white shirt, hoodie and jeans with beat up converse. 

"What are you doing here? We've never seen you around, looking for this?" I looked down and he had a bag of white powder stuff. 

"Um, we just got lost." I said.

"New kids, I see. I'm Andy, you guys homeless?" He asked.

"I'm Edgar and this is my girlfriend Lexi," I wanted him to know she's my girlfriend, "And no. We're not homeless."

He nodded, "I guess if you're ever homeless, stop by."

I got offended by that, "What makes you think we'll be homeless?"

Andy shrugged and walked off. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but Lexi dragged me off. She just wanted to get home, that neighborhood really scared her. Then, finally after an hour of wondering around NYC, we made it home. It was almost midnight when we walked into Jimmy's place. Without a second glance, Amber got up from the leather couch and rushed over to us. She hugged the both of us, tightly. 

"Where were you guys?" She was panicking. 

"Looking around the city." I answered, "I'm going to bed, I'm really tired." I left to my room. I didn't want any pity or sorry feelings. To be honest, I just want everyone to forget that happen, but Luke and I. I'm not really tired, I wanted to edit my screenplay. I could everyone outside of the room.

"Is he okay?" Jimmy questioned.

"He got rejected." Lexi knew I didn't want anyone to know, yet she didn't want to lie.

"That's horrible! I-"

"Please, he doesn't want any sorry feelings or pity. Just let it go, okay?" Lexi wanted to make sure something went right in my life. 

"I'll be right back." Jimmy said and walked off. He walked into my room and sat on the bed.

"You walked into the wrong room." I said, working at the desk. I was annoyed that he walked in, I wanted to work on my thing in place. 

"Edgar," A faint, sadden voice muttered, "I'm sorry o-"

I got up and turned to him, "Lexi said I didn't want to talk about it. Why are you doing this?"

He shrugged, "I'm not going to let you bundle up here and loose all hope."

"Did it ever accrue to you, that I'm not giving up? I came here to edit it. I don't give up on my dreams, like you." I know what I said was wrong and I should take it back. But I'm mad. 

He looked pissed off at the comment, "I'm a wealthy lawyer, I'm happy now."

"Are you really? You're making money, but is it something you love?"

"Go to bed Edgar." He left. 

Jimmy knew I was right, he doesn't love being a lawyer. The money might be nice, but he's not happy. I know it looks like he does, but Broadway was always his dream. You never forget your dreams. No matter how hard you try. You always stop and think, "How different would my life be?" or "Why?" Those questions will never be solved, unless you give up everything you have right now and chase them. At least that's what I believe.