I'm an entertainment intern. Cool, right? I've always thought I wanted to go into politics and discover the next Watergate scandal or something like that and win a Pulitzer Prize (but don't cross that off of my bucket list). I know I technically don't have a job post-grad, but this is the second entertainment internship I've had. Neither time was by choice for the record.
I had lunch with an up-and-coming artist, my editor and a few other press people yesterday. Filet mignon and duck was on the menu. All paid for by the artist. The artist talked about his music as we eat. It was a rapid fire round of questions. I kept up with the best of them. Fancy free meals and a magazine clip in the two weeks? This play hard, work harder lifestyle seems to be the right fit for me.
I pinch myself daily. Surely this is a dream. I'm convinced I'm sleep and my life is like the movie Inception. This is a dream within a dream, within a dream, within a dream and so on. But, I'm perfectly fine with this dream. Just don't wake me up.
By Taryn Finley, Howard University, ESSENCE Magazine