It's a reincarnation story, kinda hard to explain. You'll just have to read it.
If it sounds like I'm in a rush,
I'm not. I'm just in shock at all the stories I have,
so that would mean...*DRUMROLL!!**
I NEED A CO-WRITER!!!
YAY!!!
But seriously, I do. The co-writer will be in the story too,
huge part, but you don't have to fill it out if you don't want to.
I'd type up the intro, but I wanna be sure its good..All of this was based on a dream.
Audition Sheet
Name
Age(mind if I change it?)
Personality(Brief)
Height
What You Look Like
Habits(Good or Bad)
Favorite Candy
Favorite Drink(legal for your age, please!!)
Do you like myths and stuff?(like folk stories)
Shakespeare Fan?(If so, what story?)
What part you want?
Casting
Main's Best Friend
Main's Sister
Main's Second Best Friend
Chaz's Girlfriend
Ryan's Girlfriend
Justin's Best Friend
Class President(kinda snooty.)
For the Co-Writer
]Name
Part you want
How many stories have you written?
How many have you co-written?
Are you good at coming up with it on the spot?
Any story title ideas you wanna throw at me?
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"Dance with me, Elizabeth."
He took her hand in his, they flowed with the sounds of the music. His hand grazed her lower back; her corset shifted with each step. They danced to the small amount of music given. The building cascaded with hundreds, if not thousands, of suitors and women. All under the duke's request, that they celebrated the marriage of his daughter. Of all the fair women in Vince, this one suitor chosen Elizabeth, through all a sea of people.
"Why me, Leo? You could have any girl here, yet you chose thee.."
Leo laughed, he laugh perked her ears. They swayed, music taking them outside, under the night's stars. He released her from his grasp, only to hold her hand in his. His eyes, was the first that Elizabeth noticed, was different.
"My dear Elizabeth. No woman could hold my interest as much as thee. I merely wish to enjoy your presence."
They walked beneath the stars, paved bricked streets 'clacked' as they 'clicked'. The night's air grew weary with the looming dread of something to happen. Something tragic..
Yeah, it's corny, but that's all I'm givin'.
But if I know you read this, then you'd write
'Elizabeth' at the bottom.





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like 5'10 model tall haha

