Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

2. Nerves

Wyatt looked at his schedule and eyed the building presumed to be his first class of the day.

He walked in, taking a seat in the back. There was a few handful of students also sitting in a seat. It was quiet; people on their phones as they waited.

He felt nervous; unsure of what to expect. A good five minutes went by and the seats had filled up completely. There was still an empty seat next to him.

The lights dimmed a little as a presumed professor walked in. He was a tall, lanky white man with a rolled up button up shirt.

Wyatt looked down at his schedule, trying to figure out what the professor's name might be; but all he could find was 'Professor To Be Announced.' It was weird, knowing that his other classes stated the names of them.

"I'm Professor Miller, I'm sure some of you know me from the drama department. Now, I know that the professor wasn't stated on your schedules, but it's for good reason. If you aren't already aware, the graduate film program here has had multiple well known directors teach a semester class here, and we're very grateful that we've gotten another opportunity to have that again this year—,"

The professor stopped as he eyed a late student walk into the class. The girl made her way over to the empty seat next to Wyatt.

"Is this taken?"

"Nah," Wyatt smiled lightly.

"I'm Syd."

"Wyatt."

The professor cleared his throat as his death stare intensified. Wyatt and Syd chuckled in their seats.

"Anyway, I'm beyond excited to introduce you to our guest professor for this semester," as he continued, a few photographers entered the room from the left entrance. They got their cameras ready as everyone began to wonder who it could be.
"You may already have heard of this director, who has won countless academy awards in filmmaking, directing, and is currently in the works of directing another film..."

Wyatt's knee bounced up and down eagerly.

"Everyone please welcome, Tyler Okonma."

There was gasps and clapping as the suspected director entered the room, everyone's jaws fell to the floor. If you were an aspiring filmmaker, chances were you knew of Mr. Okonma was one way or another. Some of Wyatt's favorite films were written by Tyler, so his heart was beating miles a minute. He wasn't one to show much excitement though.

Syd on the other hand, was clearly a fan.

"Man, he's one of favorites," she looked over at Wyatt, and he nodded in agreement.

Wyatt adjusted himself into the seat as everyone began to quiet down. Some students took out their phones to take a few pictures of the famous director.

The room fell silent as he began to speak.

"Hey y'all."

Everyone giggled at his underwhelming introduction.

"Uh, yeah. I thought it would be cool to teach one of these classes someday, so when the opportunity came up I took it. I'm hyped to be teaching this, the graduate film program. Apparently y'all are the best of the best, so I'm hoping to get to know y'all by the end of it. Anyone got any questions?"

Immediately, people raised their hands.

"You in the green, that's a tight emerald color, by the way."

The girl blushed as she asked her question.

"Do you have any actors in mind to cast for your new film coming soon?"

Tyler laughed.

"Oh you a fan huh?" He crossed his arms, knowing that film he was working on was still under wraps.

"Very. I've seen all of your films over and over." She smiled.

"Uh, I have a few in mind. Timothee Chalamet, maybe Ansel, who knows."

Tyler grinned at the reactions he got; a few girls in the front squealing in excitement hearing their favorite actor being called.

He answered a few more questions about personal stuff, how he got interested in teaching, and so on. Wyatt intently listened to everything he spoke.

"Before you guys leave for the day, I want y'all to tell me what your favorite movie is, one by one."

Everyone looked around, the nerves beginning to set in. Wyatt chewed on his lip.

"Let's start over there," Tyler pointed at the row Wyatt and Syd were in. There was a few people ahead of Wyatt. He could feel his heart racing. He wasn't much of a public speaker.

"I'm Daniella, I guess my favorite movie is Pulp Fiction."

Tyler rolled his eyes.

"That shit wasn't even Tarantino's best. But whatever, who's next?"

Everyone let out a laugh.

"I'm Adrian, uh, my favorite is probably like the Titanic or something."

"Titanic? I mean, Leo's performance was tight. Okay, cool. Next,"

He went down the line, and soon, it was Wyatt's turn. 

Tyler looked at Wyatt.

"Oh, um, I have a lot but probably Napoleon Dynamite."

A few people chuckled at his choice film.

Tyler eyed him.

"What?" Wyatt asked.

"Your name?"

"Oh, I'm Wyatt." He could feel himself turn red.

"Wyatt. Good fucking choice. I love that one."

Wyatt smiled as Tyler moved his gaze over to Syd.