Thread:FairytaleFangirl24/@comment-26709630-20160302145348

Hello~ For the Once Upon a Fandom I was assigned Lucy. For her story I wrote what you suggested on the original blog post by Taylor. I will be pasting my draft of the story here. It's a pretty short story. Tell me if you want me to change anything. After you give me your opinions I'll begin to polish it and write the final draft. Here goes...

Lucy spun around in front of her mirror. She smiled at the way her dress sparkled. Her dress was perfect, her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect, and her voice was in perfect condition. Everything was perfect; if anything was less than so for her last performance at the Starlight Cafe, Lucy would be sure to fix it.

    Lucy stepped out of her dressing room at the Starlight Cafe. Her manager, whom she liked to refer to as “Mr. Charming,” greeted her.

    “Y’ready for your big performance, girl?” he asked. He did his best to attempt a smile, but a melancholy mood seemed to be hanging over him.

    “Yes, of course I am.” Lucy said with a glittering smile. She paused to observe Mr. Charming. “What’s wrong?”

    Mr. Charming sighed. “You see… this is your last performance at the Starlight Cafe.”

    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy nodded. “Well, of course. But soon I’ll be right back to performing here pretty soon.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Mr. Charming clasped his hands in front of his chest. “No, Lucy… This is <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">really <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> your <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">last <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> performance at the Starlight Cafe. After this you’re being replaced.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy stared at Mr. Charming, her expression remained exactly the same as it was before her manager had muttered those words. For a few moments she said nothing. The she let out a long gasp. “What?! Who? Who is… <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">replacing <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> me?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Mr. Charming raised his hands. “I don’t know, girl. I don’t know… they just called me this morning with the news. They didn’t say who it was.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy bit her lip. Anger was pulsing through her blood and her cheeks were flaming with a red color. “How dare they!” She cried, stomping her foot. “They- they can’t replace me. Can they?” She looked up at Mr. Charming.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Mr. Charming sighed again. It was a deep, heavy sigh. “Apparently, they can. I honestly don’t see how they can replace <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">you <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy frowned. “I… I had better get on stage. I’m starting soon,” she muttered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy’s dressing room was located in a secret hallway. It was called “the Star’s Hallway.” The hallway was  accessible behind the stage. As Lucy walked down the hall, she couldn’t stop thinking about how this would be her last time walking the Star’s Hallway as the the star. The very thought made tears come to her eyes. There was the door. She placed her handle on the knob and breathed in a deep breath. She opened the door with one swift movement and brushed aside the curtain. Up the stairs she walked, onto the stage.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Their was a large crowd tonight. Many knew this was supposed to be her last song of the summer.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy grasped the microphone in her hands, and the crowd cheered. Lucy selected a song on the karaoke machine and began to sing. This was usually where her spirit soared and she sang heart out, but her spirit didn’t soar. It only glided, and it was a pretty weak glide as well. After singing a few songs, Lucy was ready to be done. She had sang well, but she hadn’t sang at her very best.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Suddenly the karaoke machine made a small beeping noise. It was a notification from the staff.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">‘We want you to sing this song.’

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy looked at the title of the song. She blinked a few times. In that moment, something inside of her changed. A new feeling was surrounded her angered and broken heart with a warm and healing blanket. Lucy didn’t know what it was, but she immediately felt a little better.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">She held the microphone up to her face. “There is something I want you all to know. Tonight is my last night singing for the Starlight Cafe. And not for the summer… forever.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">There was a chorus of murmurs from the crowd.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Tears flooded Lucy’s eyes. Embarrassed, she continued, “I’m being replaced by someone who must be a better singer than I am.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Who can possibly be replacing you?” Someone in the audience cried. “You’re the brightest and most talented singer this cafe has ever had!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lucy was very glad she had worn waterproof mascara, because a few tears were dripping down her cheeks now. She wiped them away and smiled. Her heart was definitely broken, but it was beginning to heal. “No, I’m not the brightest star.” She sighed, starting to feel content. “Please enjoy my final song for the Starlight Cafe…”

<span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“ <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">They told you everything was waiting for you, they told you everything was set in stone… <span style="font-size:17.333333333333332px;font-family:Poly;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">”

So yeah, that's the rough draft. Tell me all of your opinions, please. Negative an postive... they are all welcome and needed. That last bit is a little corny, I know. :)<ac_metadata title="Lucy&#039;s Fanfic"> </ac_metadata>