So Close

(by Victoria “Tori Sparks” Sylvestre)

We started with sparks, then summoned a storm,
Through pixels and passion, we shattered the norm.
With Twinmotion dreams and a cat in my lap,
I storyboarded futures with green screen and map.

The essays were long, the SOPs tight,
I wrangled citations well into the night.
The classroom became both a lab and a stage,
Where students turned worlds with creative outrage.

I scaffolded, soldered, Adobe’d with flair,
Then coughed through pneumonia (still showed up there).
I typed through the fever, built menus with pride,
Stacked kits, prepped cables, and re-glued what died.

Now C1 is finished—my story’s been told,
The firestorm lit, the reflections are bold.
C2 is waiting, with footage to shoot,
Two more scenes of that spark taking root.

I’m so close I can taste it—just pages away,
From slamming the portal and calling it “May.”
So I sit here, still building, still owning my glow,
With cat in my lap whispering,

Let’s. Freaking. Gooooooooo