A/N: I have decided to repost this story because I've done alot of proofreading to it since I first posted it. I was just starting out as a writer when I wrote this and I wanted to give this story another shot. The story itself is pretty much the same with some minor changes.

Emma sighed as she paced back and forth, waiting impatiently as her friend, Ruby, thumbed through the pages of the screenplay, On the Virge, making notes of the parts she thought were funny. Emma stood in the kitchen holding a coffee mug, peering around the corner at her while she was trying not to seem too eager for her friend to finish.

Finally Ruby closed the pages of the screenplay and set it down on the coffee table.

"So, what do you think?"

Ruby's expressions remained unreadable for a moment before she answered. "It's even better than it was before."

"Oh really?!" Emma couldn't help but let her excitement take over her as she stepped from the kitchen to where Ruby was sitting and joined her on the couch.

"Yeah really, Emma." Ruby laughed at Emma's enthusiasm. "It's hilarious!" Her expressions faded a bit as she continued. "But you have written this thing over a hundred times and you are still the only one who's read it. You gotta get it out there, you know. You gotta get it read by someone who matters."

"I can't get anyone to return my calls, you know that."

"You have to network. You have to go out and play the game!"

Emma nodded with a frown on her face. She knew what she had to do but it was harder than she ever thought it would be.

"I moved here a month after you and I'm already working for Victor Whales, the hottest-"

"Exec in town," Emma interrupted as she rolled her eyes.

"Yes," Ruby replied, a little too proudly.

"Yeah, I know and that's different."

"Why?" Ruby asked, confused. "Because I wanna break into producing?"

"No. Because you're blowing him," Emma said sharply.

Ruby's eyes blew wide as her jaw dropped at the accusations.

Emma smirked at her friend because she knew she was right. "I could just make the movie myself. We could shoot it at a super low budget," Emma suggested as they both stood up, heading for the door.

"We?"

"You said yourself, it's a great script."

"Yeah, Emma, but be realistic. How are you going to afford camera, lights, crew, set... I mean you're broke?"

"I could sell my grandmother's engagement ring," Emma replied, holding up the diamond ring on her finger. Her aunt had passed the ring down to her after her grandmother died a few years ago.

Ruby looked at her, stunned. "That's a family heirloom! Your aunt would kill you!"

Emma shrugged. "Good artists make sacrifices for their dreams."

Ruby sighed at her as she opened the door. "Why don't you put your big dreams aside for a little while? You're twenty-four years old. Go on a date or something," Ruby said as she hugged her. "Good night, I'll talk to you later."

"Goodnight." Ruby walked out and Emma shut the door behind her.

Who was Emma kidding anyway? She couldn't deny the fact that she would love some romance in her life. She had graduated from film school months ago and had absolutely no luck landing a job. None that were related to her field anyway. And she tried everyone in the business. Their was even a famous filmmaker, Gary Marshall, who her professor had connections with, but she was only ever able to get a hold of his secretary.

The next day, she mailed her resumes to a few other companies who were looking for editors. It wasn't the job she wanted, but she thought if she could just get her foot in door of the film industry, she could have a better chance at becoming a film maker.

A week later, she received her mail, and entered her apartment, looking at the answering machine to see if there were any messages. She had gotten one... from her aunt. After she listened to her aunt telling her how much she loved her film script, she sat on the couch and sorted through her mail, which was nothing but overdue bills. She threw them on the coffee table, next to her Best Film Award, replicating a film reel, which she had won when she graduated from Dartmouth. As she sighed into her hands, trying to figure out how she was going to pay them all, the phone rang and she ran over to answer it a little to enthusiastically.

"Hello?"

"Hi, may I speak to Emma Swan please?"

"This is her."

"How are you, Emma? This is William Smee, calling from Regina Mill's office. You answered our ad in the paper for the editing position."

Emma's eyes grew wide as she tried to answer but could barely get the word out of her mouth. "Yes."

"Regina was really impressed with your resume and would love to meet you asap."

"I can be there tomorrow," she managed, trying to contain her excitement.

The next day, she dressed in a black skirt and blazer over a light blue blouse. Her stomach was in knots as she pulled her hair back into a tight bun and slipped into black high heels. She drove in her yellow bug to the large studio of Grind Productions.

She walked into the glass doors and down the corridor where Smee showed her to Regina's office.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" Emma exclaimed as she shook Regina's hand, who was sitting at her desk.

"You too," Regina said with a warm smile. "Please have a seat."

Emma sat in the chair across from her, bubbly and confident. "I just wanted to say how excited I am to meet you... and um as much as I would really like the opportunity to be an editor, what I really want to do is be a filmmaker."

Regina didn't look surprised, in fact she looked impressed so far. "Oh, I know. I saw your student film. It was very impressive."

"You watched it?" Emma asked, shocked. She sent it in with her resume, but she didn't think anyone would watch it, considering it was an editing position.

"I did," Regina nodded as she rested her elbow on the desk with her chin perched on her fist.

"Thank you so much," Emma said, not being able to sit still in her seat.

Regina was very calm and easy-going, holding a smile on her face a as she drank coffee out of her mug. "You just have this incredible female point of view. You're really going to be a plus on Killian's movie."

"Killian?"

"Killian Jones. The director you'll be working with."

"Oh." Emma tried to sound enthusiastic but she had no idea who Killian Jones was or what kind of movies he directed.

Regina could sense the uncertainty in her voice and arched a brow. "You've never heard of him?"

Emma shook her head. "I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't. How many films has he directed?"

"Oh... not that many lately. I'm going to say four this year."

Emma's eyes blew wide, impressed to say the least. "This year?! Wow, that's incredible. What's his best-known movie?"

Regina took a sip of her coffee as she spoke, causing her words to sound garbled. "Charlie's Anals."

"Charlie's Angels?" Emma asked for clarification. She thought she said something other than Angels at first but she must have heard wrong.

Regina laughed. "No, honey." This time, she said it with more pronunciation as she set her coffee mug down and grabbed a dvd copy of the movie from her desk and slid it in front of Emma. "Charlie's Anals."

A look of horror came across her face as she saw the cover of the movie. Her eyes searched around the room for further evidence, dizzy in shock at the pornographic posters that she hadn't noticed before.

Fuck.

What did she get herself into?

"This is... this is... um... I'm I'm I'm... this is a huge mistake..." Emma finally managed to get out the words as she tried to keep herself together. She wanted to scream and run away, never looking back. How in the world did this happen? Emma pulled out the newspaper ad with the job posting on it as she continued. "Because I answered this ad in the Daily Variety, which said 'up and coming production company seek self-starters for a challenging editing position'."

"Well, we are up and coming," Regina snickered.

Emma didn't find it one bit amusing though. "I didn't realize that this was a porn-"

"Ah ah. We do not use the p word here." Regina told her, pointing a finger at her as though she was offended by the word. "The p word is passé. It's adult entertainment." She leaned on the desk with her elbows as her expressions became more sincere. "Look, every applicant I've interviewed thinks it's a nine to five jack fest. I want someone with real film-making talent. You are a smart, young women with an accessible point of view that's invaluable if we're going to make it into the mainstream." Regina sat back in her chair again as she continued. "Don't get me wrong, nobody shoots sex better than Killian Jones. Trust me. But he's a little out of touch with his romantic side. And romance has what we need if we're going to pull in the female demographic and make it onto the big screen."

"It's going to be on the big screen?" Emma asked, swallowing thickly as she stood up. "Look, I've never even seen a porn-"

"Hey! No p word."

"Sorry, adult film."

"Fabulous. You'll have the fresh perspective we're in desperate need of." Regina picked up the movie off of the desk, throwing it to her and Emma caught it instinctively.

"Why don't you keep it overnight. Check it out and I want your answer first thing in the morning."

"Alright," she agreed, not actually intending to watch it or think about taking the job.

"Thanks, Emma."

She practically ran out the door and when she got inside of her car, she screamed.