Welcome to my blog, which is a quick trip inside of my mind. I write about the books I love, the places I’ve been, the music I’ve found, and the thoughts I’ve had along the way. Hope you enjoy!
Screams echoed across the venue. Black seeped into every inch of the stadium, a promise for something big to come. The crowd was silent, aching with anticipation. Suddenly, the audience lit up in a sparkling sea of red. Bands on our wrists illuminated to the beat, winking as Chris Martin's voice cut through the air like a shard of glass.
After finishing the screenplay, I had very mixed feelings about Cursed Child, to put it bluntly. I enjoyed venturing back into that world; the Harry Potter world was undoubtedly a main part of my childhood, as it was to many others. However, it was as if I was looking through a blurred version of that world: so many things were different, yet it was pretending to be the same.
