The Rom-Commers

by Katherine Center

There were not too many people I’d interrupt ABBA for—but yes, fine, Logan Scott was one of them.

Valid!!! ABBA is sacred <3

I thought about all the joy of being one degree of separation

I love this notion; ons of my fav pasttimes.

used up a whole pad of Post-its admiring it.

Mood, love annotating

You had to maximize joy when it fluttered into your life. You had to honor it. And savor it. And not stomp it to death by reminding everyone of everything you’d lost.

such great advce

I almost felt resentful in some tiny compartment in my brain that Logan Scott had called out of nowhere with that crazy Charlie Yates news and complicated things. Today of all days.

Life doesn't wait on our timing or approval

A down-on-his-luck newspaper reporter tries to help a runaway socialite travel by bus to New York in hopes of getting her exclusive story—and falls madly in love with her instead.

Adding It Happened One Night to my watchlist asap.

She really was my Sylvie.

My Sylvie!!! Love this - my Sylvis is a orange cat but same sentiment.

His very dashing father—American, and Black, and from Atlanta—had met his elegant mother—British, and white, and a TV producer—while working as a war correspondent overseas. Logan was raised mostly in London until his dad got a job as a nightly news anchor in Houston, and he showed up as the new kid at my high school.

Love Logan's backstory

With Charlie Yates? I shook my head. “I’m sorry. Wait. I’m going to be living with Charlie Yates?”

Omg one of my fav literary tropes !!! Where some sort of literary professional stays with their client/boss - I.E. Jasmine Guillory's By The Book <3

She can recite every line of When Harry Met Sally to you verbatim.”

Mood

Standing on Charlie Yates’s front steps, I tried to process the domino-fall of realizations their conversation had just set off in my mind: Charlie Yates had no idea I was coming. He had not consented to work with me—nor did he want to work with anyone. The job opportunity of a lifetime that I had abandoned my sick father for and robbed my sister of her future for and dismantled my entire life for did not actually exist.

Yeah this was fucked up of Logan to do

Charlie saw my eyes widen at the sight. “I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he said, “so I just got it all.”

This is a love language to be studied.

“How does anybody become friends? He went through some hard times, and I showed up for him—and then I went through some hard times, and he showed up for me.”

Fr what it feels like making friends as an adult.

I had a theory that we gravitate toward the stories we need in life. Whatever we’re longing for—adventure, excitement, emotion, connection—we turn to stories that help us find it. Whatever questions we’re struggling with—sometimes questions so deep, we don’t even really know we’re asking them—we look for answers in stories.

This is why it's important to make media that matters!!!

As if a cursory glance at anything could ever be the whole story.

We all have a story to tell that can't be judged unless we walk in others' shoes.

Bearing witness to the suffering of others? I don’t know if there’s anything kinder than that. And kindness is a form of emotional courage. And I’m not sure if this is common knowledge, but emotional courage is its own reward.

Emotional courage is so overlooked!

How eager I was to grow up. More than anything, I remember that feeling I kept carrying like a sunrise in my body that my life was really, genuinely, at last, about to begin.

I’ll spray-paint it bubblegum pink and write my name on it in red Sharpie with little hearts! And then I’ll tell everybody I won an Academy Award for a rom-com so rom-commy it was called The Rom-Commers!”

Name drop!!