HUGE DISCLAIMER: All recognizable things in this story belong to their respective owners. I don't own anything, with the exception of a few cardigans, a pregnant cat, and a computer.
The room was dark. Cold. Dusty. The larger of the two shadows silhouetted by the doorframe and hallway light sighed heavily and turned to the smaller, more slender figure. Dust coated every surface, from the red plastic stacked chairs to the once-shiny black lacquered piano sitting in the middle of the room.
The voice was heavy, thick with a sort of nostalgic melancholy. It seemed to emit from the larger of the two figures. "Emma... I just... I never should've left. We had a dynasty. A tradition. I just left it for my selfish reasons. All of their work. Nothing."
The smaller of the two, Emma, shook her head. "Will, you always told them to follow their dreams. That nothing was impossible if you set your mind to it." She paused, resting her head on his chest. "So what if Broadway didn't work? So what if you left? That doesn't mean anything now. It's the past, sweetie. You can't change it, so don't cry about it. Just do whatever feels right. Take a new direction."
This is just a little introduction thing, to give you a hint of my writing style. This story takes place several years into the future. There will be returning graduates, old characters, and a variety of OCs created by me and my friends. I hope you enjoy People Like Us!