My first time reporting from inside a sea of A-listers

The red carpet leading to the Dolby Theatre.

LOS ANGELES — Emma Stone wasn’t the only person crying in the Dolby Theatre lobby.

It was 2:27 pm when I first got choked up on Oscar Sunday. I was covering the awards for the very first time in person, and had finally arrived inside the theater after an hour-long odyssey to travel four blocks from my hotel. On Hollywood’s biggest night, nothing humbles you quite like street closures.

After some sweaty attempts at selfies on the red carpet, I eventually took a halfway decent picture of my tux. I promptly sent the photo to my dad, who helped me pick it out last weekend at Tuxedo World in Wyckoff, New Jersey (the same store where Team “Green Book” got their Oscar garb in 2019, as I came to learn).

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