It’s easy to have delusions of grandeur when you live in L.A. or New York or some other city where people go to get discovered. But when you’re all alone in someone’s former pantry in Minden, Nevada, counting their boxes of crackers and you realize you’re standing in a bowl of wet cat food, there’s no pretending you aren’t doing exactly what you’re doing.
There wasn’t a precise moment when it finally occurred to me that no one was coming to discover me, that unfortunately that would be up to me. Like most epiphanies, it probably came as a small succession of insignificant moments.
"| Rapunzel: | I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be? |
| Flynn Rider: | It will be. |
| Rapunzel: | And what if it is? What do I do then? |
| Flynn Rider: | Well, that's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream. |
