GAG.

Okay, okay, I know this torment I'm going through is entirely my fault, because I came up with the challenges idea, but PLEASE. Stay away from the guys next time! Please???!!
Ugh.
I really, really hate it. In fact, I cannot even bring myself to read it again, so it's even more unedited then usual. I guess you can take that as a warning. ;) So basically, it's a scene from Jer's point of view, during Jenna and his trip to NYC, which you know about if you read her sadly neglected blog. She gets talking to a casting director at The Little Mermaid, and hey! They're looking for chorus members or something, so she auditions...

“I’m staying in New York,” she told me, a questioning look on her face as if she kind of already knew what my reaction was going to be.
“You got the part?” I said, dragging a smile out on my face. She nodded, grinning.
“Can you believe it? I didn’t think it was possible. I mean, it’s like a dream! It doesn’t feel real! The Little Mermaid...” she trailed off, eyes shining, and leaned up to kiss me suddenly. “This won’t change anything between us, will it?”
“Of course not!” I said quickly, “I told you I’d always be here for you, Jenna, and I meant it.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling.
“So you’ll have to stay here longer to plan and all... will you be back for the show?”
She looked away, frowning, and my heart sank. “I don’t know, I haven’t talked to Sharron about it yet-”
“Sharron?”
“My agent. The director called someone, I guess, and Lila talked to them...” she trailed off, suddenly looking tired, “Jer this is all happening so fast!”
“I know,” I said, looking away, knowing I should put my arms around her and kiss her hair, like she expected me to, but not having the heart. “It’s happening fast for me too.”
She took my hand, smiling wearily. “Come and meet the director. Maybe there’s a part for you too - you never know!”
So I followed her into the little room where her dream had come true. I should have been happy for her - I was! But there was that sinking feeling in my chest, like everything was going to change now, and I couldn’t help thinking of the show. What would happen if she didn’t have time to come back and perform? What would happen to the theater? There were no understudies. Without Helen, the show would fall apart.
I thought back to when she’d found out she had a call back, wistfully. She’d come running out of that same room, grinning from ear to ear and practically crying she was so happy.
“You got a call back?!” I shouted, even though there were people sitting all around us, and she kind of screamed and jumped into my arms.
“I did it!” She said breathlessly, and I spun her around, laughing.
“Of course you did!”
“I just auditioned in New York City,” she said, laughing giddily, “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” I whispered in her ear, then kissed it, and she blushed. I glanced around to see pretty much everyone in the room staring at us, some with little smiles and some out right glaring, and took a step towards the door voluntarily. I scooped her up in my arms and headed out the door, singing “you’re going to be a mermaid, you’re going to be a mermaid...”
She laughed as I stopped, and put her on a bench by the sidewalk, where she kneeled to stay level with me. I was still singing but she put a finger on my lips, and then kissed me. I wrapped my hands in her hair and was probably getting a little too into it when a voice harrumphed behind us. I have to admit, I was a little annoyed to be interrupted.
“They want you back in there already,” Lila said with a grin, and Jenna kind of squealed again and jumped off the bench, ready to run right back in.
That was when it finally hit me. I was going to lose her.
Now, two hours and several auditions later, I had to try my best to be genuinely happy for her. We went in and met the director, who shook my hand and asked me if I was in musical theater too.
“Of course,” I said with a grin that felt so fake I hoped it wasn’t blatantly obvious.
“Well it’s too bad there aren’t any openings in the show for a guy your age - you certainly have enough charisma to make it. You should stick around and see what you could do, after all, with a few auditions, you never know what could happen!”
“Thanks,” I said, “but I’ve actually got a show in Hartford I’ve been helping with.”
“Hartford,” he nodded, a tiny crease frown appearing between his eyebrows that hinted at disapproval. “Well then, maybe some other time.”
Jenna looked like I had punched her, and I immediately regretted it, although I don’t know what I was feeling bad for. It was just the truth, after all.
“Well we’ll see you...” he patted Jenna’s shoulder with a smile that was almost sinister, “tomorrow. I’ll be in touch.” Lila nodded, and Jenna smiled weakly.
“Thanks. For everything,” she said.
“My pleasure,” the small man inclined his head, then turned to leave, and I watched him with something close to resentment.
“And I think it’s time to return to our beds,” Lila said dryly, and I felt a twinge of concern as she allowed her exhaustion to show a little. She wasn’t nearly as loud as usual. This day had taken it’s toll on her, too.
“I’m going to collapse the moment we step inside our room,” said Jenna, and I sighed, stepping in between them and putting my arms around both.
“Oh, so I’m going to have to support you both on the way back?! Really, the things I have to go through.” I sighed dramatically, and glanced at Jenna to see if she was taking the bait, but she just looked at me and didn’t smile, and I winced. It was going to be a long night.

NOOO. MY JEREMY IS WHINY! D: D: D: D:
As I explained to Kelia, he has reasons, and if I ever do write the sequel/finish the blog he may become a tad bit less of a perfect boy, but... you know. What can you do.
I'm not going to write it though. I may have a plot, but it is SO unoriginal.

ANYWHOM, I'm rambling! :)

On a different note, other news in the world of Annawritings, include: I sent my story in to Teen Ink yesterday, so cross your fingers for me! And today, I sat my butt down and wrote 1,580 on White Rose, after which I was hyper. I thought I'd just give you a little tidbit, for I'm tempted to post a whole 'nother entry but I put a bit in the notebook so now I can't! D: Oh well. Here's your tidbit. :P

Dear Mirany,
It’s very nice how you have the talent of being able to write to me from wherever you may happen to be, while I have no clue where you are so therefore can’t really ever boss you around. Did you plan it like this?
So I’ve decided to simply write to you, and give you all the letters when you get back. (Which will be soon, of course.) I shall do this to make your guilt even greater then I’m sure it will already be, and make you fully regret leaving me alone to cope with an annoying traitorous crow and, not remotely less important, a Kingdom. How could you?
...

All right. I know you’re just doing what you think is right, and I know it was a close call, what happened. But I trust you completely, Mirany. You wouldn’t ever do it again, I’m sure. I miss you. I have no one to talk to. I need your help.
Please come back.
Please.

Your friend,
Emmy

Muahahahaha.
:D

<3
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