11:30 p.m.Brittney isn’t celebrating this night, even though she feels like she’s floating in the air. After taking a makeup wipe to her face and biking home (she sails downhill this time, making for “a nice cooldown”), she diligently washes her face, showers and “is out” well before midnight. 

Her dreams are pretty amazing. She’s wrapping up work on a pilot she’s been writing these past few years and is eager to begin pitching it—among other things. She says, “I am excited to see the next step.” “I would love to have the opportunity of doing some TV, movies or another Broadway show. You never know what the future holds. There is no limit to what the sky can offer, right?” 

At this point, nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring her down.