"Omfg," she told me after attentiveness of 10 minutes, listening to every word I said with unreal intensity, "Listen, I'm a script editor and you have something different than anything I've ever encountered. This is actually new. If you want, I have some connections. You can sell your idea, and we'll create a movie out of it."
Reality crashed on me.
We were both VERY drunk at the party.
I was excited about my story, of course, I want to tell all the world about my book, and I can speak about it for hours.
It's something real for me. It's my baby.
I never thought I actually need to hold things back. People can steal.
It was a strange feeling, mostly because I think people are good at their core.
Nevertheless, I cursed myself for the rest of the night.
She was nice, and she really got me, I told her my fears and she promised me not to do anything with it.
How strong can a promise be?
*In the picture - Good from the core