It's an hour before dinner, and Aylin is exhausted.
They had just met Samuel Larsen (Samuel Larsen. Jesus) and found out what their music video was going to be this week, and she was pumped.
Was pumped.
Now she's just tired. Her body's limp and sore, and, before she knows it, she's passed out on her bed.
But she wakes up all too soon. Except she doesn't know where she is when she wakes up. She's not on her bed, she's sure of that. She's on some plush, four-poster bed with a deep purple canopy and a matching blanket. She looks down at her outfit; a light purple, long, (frilly) dress that she knows for a fact that she wasn't in what she fell asleep in. At her feet lays a tall, pointed hat, with a sheer, white cloth spewing from the tip. She examines the room a little more; the walls are completely made of stone, with no door—actually, no obvious ways out except for a medium-sized window on one wall. The room is bare, not including the bed she's in.
She shakily swings her legs around the bed and gets to her feet, holding her hands out for support. She notes that she's also barefoot; what?
She wanders around the (small) room for a while until she hears a voice from outside. "Princess!" The voice sounds extremely familiar. Charlie…?
"Princess!" The voice calls once more, and Aylin shuffles towards the window, to see none other than Charlie, literally in shining armor, sitting atop a gleaming white horse.
"Neigh," The horse says. It actually says 'Neigh'. No, it didn't whiney. It said neigh in a voice that's very, very familiar, but Aylin can't put a finger on where she's heard it.
"Charlie?" She questions, a little taken back.
"Charlie?" He chortles. "Why, only my siblings and close cousins call me Charlie. Alas, young maiden, I am Prince Charles III! Here to rescue the damsel!"
She snorts. "No, you're Charlie."
He frowns. "I am Prince Charles III, not Charlie!" He repeats.
She shrugs. "Okay, Charli—Charles,"
"The III," He adds.
"What do you expect me to do?" She crosses her arms across her chest. "I can't walk down there; there's no door."
He makes a face, as if that thought never came to him before. He ponders the dilemma for a moment before his face brightens with an idea, which is when he holds out his arms. "Jump!"
"What?" Aylin shrieks. "I can't jump! I'll die!"
He pulls another face, as if to say, 'Srsly bro'. "Come, Princess!" He gestures to his arms once again. "Jump!"
She sighs, but lifts herself up on the windowsill. "If I die, I am going to haunt you forever." She warns before jumping…
Straight into his arms.
Hum.
And it didn't even hurt, as she imagined the metal armor would. Strange.
"Fantastic!" Charlie/Prince Charles III grins like a mad man. "I have saved the princess!"
And then he's leaning toward her, and Christ he's going to kiss her, but then all of a sudden his face is replaced by his horse's face, and the horse bleats another, "Neigh," and she finally recognizes the voice, it's Nicholas Cage, and then—
"Aylin?"
"Jesus Christ!" Aylin falls out of her bed onto the carpeted floor. She looks around her. She's back in her Glee Project dorm, and she's wearing the clothes she fell asleep in. In front of her stands a very confused Nellie.
"You okay?" Nellie's eyebrows draw together.
"Y-yeah," Aylin stammers, scrambling to her feet. "I'm fine."
Not convinced, Nellie shoves her hands in her pocket, still a concerned look on her face. "Well," She begins slowly. "It's time for dinner."
"Right, right." Aylin runs a hand through her hair. "Let's go."
She just about screams when she sees Charlie standing on the table, bellowing in a noble voice, "I am Prince Charles III!"