Coming to L.A. was a tactical decision. Since 2006, I've known that film is what I've wanted to do. I consider myself lucky having found what I want so soon in life. I also always wondered what it would be like to go to college in the U.S. And then I got this opportunity to study and work in L.A. in the industry and off I went. I was the geek who couldn't stop smiling on the airplane as we began our descent into the city.
Flash-forward three weeks. L.A. isn't quite what I expected. The L.A. of my childhood was completely different and not so structured. I didn't really know what In-N-Out was, nor did it really matter to me when big name studios got pointed out. Oh, and I wasn't doing 12 credit hours in six weeks (for my non-American friends, this is just a few hours short of an entire 12 week semester). But you know what? It's been amazing. I'm in a class with people who want to be doing exactly what I do. We hang out, we commiserate about the epic amounts of work we have to do, and we bond. Our professor said that networking is one of the most important things you can do in this town. That's what we are doing. We all want this so damn bad. We put in the hours, we do the internships, we plan our futures.
A week ago, I told someone that I didn't think this was the life for me. What on earth was I doing getting a five year degree that would be completely irrelevant to anyone if I moved out here? A couple of nights later we went to In-N-Out and all talked about our respective courses. Somehow, we came upon the subject of assessed work and I brought up my dissertation and explained it. And everyone was really impressed, because they actually understood what I was talking about. It was at that moment that I realised that maybe I do fit into this world after all.
So maybe I don't want to be a producer. Maybe I don't want to pay my dues that way. But I do want to work in film, and I am going to make it. L.A. is a strange city, and like another wise person told me, you probably won't end up where you thought you were going to. But this doesn't mean you won't be incredibly happy when you get to whatever place that may be. So as I finish my third week here and look forward to the next three, I say, I'm coming back to town one day, and it's going to be for a little man called Oscar.