11:30 p.m. Although she’s figuratively floating on air (“The entire day was particular,” she notes), this isn’t an evening of extra celebration for Brittney. After taking a make-up wipe to her face and biking residence (she sails downhill this time, making for “a pleasant cooldown”), she diligently washes her face, showers and “is out” nicely earlier than midnight.
As for her desires, they’re fairly candy. She’s wrapping up work on a pilot she’s been writing these previous few years and is keen to start pitching it—amongst different issues. “I am excited to see what’s subsequent,” she says. “I am hoping that I’ve the chance to do some tv, perhaps some films, perhaps one other Broadway present. Who is aware of? The sky is the restrict, proper?”
At this level, no person in all of Oz, no wizard that there’s or was, is ever gonna convey her down.