The Reason...

Once apon a time, a wee young college student had the day off from work and walked down to a little club downtown and paid $5 to see the local bands. She had a lot of fun when she ran into some of her friends from microbiology and they discussed stapholococcus and the like...until... a really great band came on stage. It stopped this little girl in her tracks. The music put pictures in her head. Not just pictures, stories and language--ideas. The creativity bug bit this little girl--HARD. She couldn't stop writing. She wrote and wrote and eventually dreams of being a luckluster pharmacist with a modest paycheck turned into being a screenwriter. Becuase those pictures from that music? They never stopped.
The band was the Go Reflex in 2003 in Flagstaff, Arizona. This band was Bob Hoag's band at the time. They had a very large keyboard. I remember, becuase I was that little college student... (dramatic music here).
Okay, I'm not here to stalk Bob, I'm here to thank him or curse him, depending on the day. (Right now, a modest paycheck sounds pretty good...) But next fall, I'm going to Chapman's Conservatory of Motion Pictures to get my Masters in Screenwriting. The essay that got me in? An essay on Bob Hoag. I wrote essays for several schools on different topics and some of them were just absolutely brilliant (and here is where you wonder how full of myself I am and I respond...I'm a writer, of course I'm full of myself...) I got into a few schools, but the Hoag essay got me into Chapman first round no more than six weeks after turning in my application. This man is good luck. I tried to e-mail him and thank him very kindly, but the e-mail bounced back (probably becuase he is off on tour with the Ataris or something...). I guess it would have been silly anyway. But one day, maybe after I make it out in LA, I'd like to find Bob and thank him properly.