Chapter 4: Crash Landing on Live TV
[Too late, I’m already here.] I looked up, panic rising. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—right?
Right after that, the host’s voice came through, trembling with excitement: “Marcus Dorsey has just crashed the interview! Let’s welcome Marcus!” The lights seemed to get brighter, the air thicker. My heart hammered in my chest.
My face went pale.
I gripped the arm of my chair, trying to steady myself. If I end up homeless, I wonder which bridge in LA has the best view. When I’m homeless in the future, which bridge should I sleep under?
I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Only in Hollywood could a physics prodigy end up here, caught between a contract, a friend, and a million strangers’ opinions.