A/N Forgive me if this is kind of Mary Sue. Just bear with me, kay? This
takes place a little while after the Mage Storms Trilogy. Please keep all
flames in the kitchen. It's really too hot out to be starting fires.
Kari Hayes walked through the hallway of her now empty home, completely engrossed in the script she was holding. Her parents had gone to Kansas for a friend's wedding and wouldn't be back for a couple of days yet. Meanwhile, Kari was absorbed in a community theatre project her best guy friend was directing. Kenny (as was her BGF's name) had suddenly thought up the absurd idea of putting on the musical they had performed for a theatre arts camp in eighth grade. He had begged Kari to audition, who in turn shrugged. "What the hell," she had replied.
Kari shook back her shoulder length chestnut hair- complete with eye- catching purple streaks- and pushed her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. She was dressed for bed in a black spaghetti-strap top and a pair of large, plaid pajama pants that hung loosely on her hips, thus baring her midriff. She had nothing on her feet; bright green toenails peeked out from underneath the fabric of her pants. Long, graceful fingers, with black- polished nails, held the blue folder containing the script and music. Purple headphones covered her ears, playing her personal mix of songs. Sterilized safety pins took the place of more traditional earrings, and a silver band, decorated with Celtic knots, glinted on the middle finger of her left hand.
Kari ached to get back to her book. 'After you finish this scene, Hayes,' she told herself firmly. 'It isn't the first time you've read it. You've got to learn to put the imperative before the pleasure- especially reading!- or you'll never make it at NYU in September.' Kari had graduated from high school in June and was going to attend NYU in the fall.
Kari sighed and listened to the voice of reason. After all, this play *was* more important than rereading her complete set of Mercedes Lackey books. Kari had loved the books of Valdemar (and all the others!) since seventh grade. Her good friend, Anastasia, had shared Kari's love of fantasy and lent 'The Black Gryphon' to her. Ever since then, Kari had been hooked.
Kari put her full attention into the script and her CD. She didn't notice the person in front of her until she bumped right into him/her. "What the." Kari took her glasses off (which she only needed for reading) and looked up at the person in front of her. The folder fell from her numb fingers.
"Holy shit."
Kari Hayes walked through the hallway of her now empty home, completely engrossed in the script she was holding. Her parents had gone to Kansas for a friend's wedding and wouldn't be back for a couple of days yet. Meanwhile, Kari was absorbed in a community theatre project her best guy friend was directing. Kenny (as was her BGF's name) had suddenly thought up the absurd idea of putting on the musical they had performed for a theatre arts camp in eighth grade. He had begged Kari to audition, who in turn shrugged. "What the hell," she had replied.
Kari shook back her shoulder length chestnut hair- complete with eye- catching purple streaks- and pushed her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. She was dressed for bed in a black spaghetti-strap top and a pair of large, plaid pajama pants that hung loosely on her hips, thus baring her midriff. She had nothing on her feet; bright green toenails peeked out from underneath the fabric of her pants. Long, graceful fingers, with black- polished nails, held the blue folder containing the script and music. Purple headphones covered her ears, playing her personal mix of songs. Sterilized safety pins took the place of more traditional earrings, and a silver band, decorated with Celtic knots, glinted on the middle finger of her left hand.
Kari ached to get back to her book. 'After you finish this scene, Hayes,' she told herself firmly. 'It isn't the first time you've read it. You've got to learn to put the imperative before the pleasure- especially reading!- or you'll never make it at NYU in September.' Kari had graduated from high school in June and was going to attend NYU in the fall.
Kari sighed and listened to the voice of reason. After all, this play *was* more important than rereading her complete set of Mercedes Lackey books. Kari had loved the books of Valdemar (and all the others!) since seventh grade. Her good friend, Anastasia, had shared Kari's love of fantasy and lent 'The Black Gryphon' to her. Ever since then, Kari had been hooked.
Kari put her full attention into the script and her CD. She didn't notice the person in front of her until she bumped right into him/her. "What the." Kari took her glasses off (which she only needed for reading) and looked up at the person in front of her. The folder fell from her numb fingers.
"Holy shit."