The film direction department building is quiet in a focused kind of way. Unlike the fine arts building that often buzzes with erratic energy and music majors drifting between rooms, this place feels ... deliberate.
I've never stepped foot here until now, and as I walk through the hallway, hugging a folder of sketches and printed references to my chest, I feel out of place. Like a stray cat that wandered in from the rain, hoping someone left a door open.
People glance at me. Not all. Some are too deep in their own projects or lives to care. But a few glance twice. Maybe it's the Felix story that's circulating. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's all in my head.
