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JUNE 5, 2010
“Okay, Josie, you can do this,” I said, giving myself the tenth pep talk since I’d decided on this harebrained idea. “He’s going to say yes. That’s all that matters. It’s too important. You can do it.”
I punched in the six-digit code to enter the visual effects computer lab. I’d gotten the code from a friend who minored in graphics. She’d been more than willing to help me out with my scheme. Anything to avoid working with the most obnoxious graphics guy on campus, Tuck Underwood. Anything.
I took a deep breath and then sauntered into the lab as if I belonged there. I’d taken the same drawing classes required of all film majors, but it hadn’t gone well freshman year. Art was hardly my forte. It had always been more conceptual for me. And then I’d avoided any of the
