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Prince Loki has fallen from The Glorious Asgard. Stripped of his powers & filled with remorseful shame & disgust for his true heritage he feels like he belongs nowhere..or does he? Grayden is fed up with struggling to accomplish her dreams of becoming a superstar. So what happens when two people from opposite worlds cross paths?..

Chapter One

Revival of a lost dream:

To say that she was having a bad day was a grave understatement. She woke up this morning, the sun greeting her with its brilliant reflection on her dresser mirror. She smiled to herself triumphantly, beating her alarm to the punch as she reached for her phone. "Today is the big day, this audition with Solar Records is going to change my life!"

she said as she drew back her blanket with the side folding over, still warm from the heat from her body. She felt relaxed after getting 8 hours of peaceful & deep sleep & she was ready to begin what was going to be a perfect day. She started the bathroom shower water mixing hot and cold to get just the right temperature. "Good morning Tetris."

Her Bengal kitten curled around her purring, as if it were showing its feline way of greeting her. She leaned down while pouring milk in his little bowl. He drank up the milk as she rubbed in between his ears. He'd always loved when she did that.

After he finished his milk he strode over to his little bed and collapsed with content slowly shutting his eyes and drifting into oblivion. Grayden quickly threw a plate into the microwave. She just finished making coffee when she heard "beep!" "beep!" "beep!" of the microwave. Taking the plate out & cautious not to burn herself she delicately placed the plate on the table with her right hand, while balancing the full cup of coffee in her left. Once she was done eating, she darted off for the bathroom removing her robe and got in the shower. Oh how she loved her showers. To her it was like being within a beautiful exotic rainforest, full of tranquility. This was her greatest indulgence. Not only did it get her clean but here is where she could forget about the unwanted pressures and stresses the world offered her on a daily basis. She almost lost herself completely when she heard a knock on the door. "Did you grow fins in there or something?" She could recognize that dry humored voice from anywhere. She and Anne have been best friends since before the dawn of existence. Anne and Grayden were different but similar in so many ways.

Anne was tall with wavy auburn reddish curls falling in heaps around her shoulders. Her features were striking & her hazel green eyes shined like stars at night. She was very proud of her Irish & Greek heritage crediting her silhouette to the latter. She had a hot temper & always had to have the last word. She crumbled under pressure ' & is a giant hypochondriac. Her humor was cynical and dry & she was socially awkward. She usually prefers staying home reading a good book, except for when Grayden is coaxing her into traveling around exploring new things to do all around Manhattan. Truth be told she didn't mind, but she would rather get struck by lightning than admit her secret thrill to her. She loved Grayden like a big sister and would do just about anything for that girl. "Well, I was working on it until your butt distracted me!", Grayden shouted over the shower water. "I'm almost done so make "yourself at-" "You would think since we've been friends all of these years you would finally stop saying that already!" "Oh, shush!", Grayden said rolling her eyes laughing while wrapping a towel around herself . Anne had already walked off to make herself a plate.

Grayden was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she took one last glance at her appearance. She lingered at the vanity table for a minute. Suddenly it all sank in. This was the day she'd been dreaming of since she was a little girl. All of her life some of the biggest musicians in the world got their shot to stardom getting signed to Solar records. It was one the most successful studios of all time, producing hit

after hit selling out tours albums flying off the shelves throngs of devoted fans. And if all went well she would be a part of its infinite legacy. She started singing at the age of 2. When her parents died in a head on collision by a drunk driver when she was 9, singing became her way to deal with the pain. The more she sang, the more peaceful she felt. The more she sang she realized this was her passion. She loved to create. She wrote her first song at 16 for her sophomore high school talent show. Her classmates and teachers were blown away by her talent & she soon became known as "the girl with the golden voice." She won many local competitions. For her 18th birthday, Anne bought her an acoustic guitar and she became one with it.

Together her and the guitar composed beautiful music together; enough to get her booked for gigs around the city. Things were going great for a while, until the gigs started to slow down. New bands were springing up everywhere like daisies, and yet the months rolled by with no calls to book a show whatsoever. She would watch every music awards show see people she used to see around her area, fellow singers dancers drummers and songwriters, all excepting their rewards. They went from nothing to something almost overnight and yet here she was still struggling to even have her voice heard. Studio time became almost a distant memory, and she felt like a failure and a disappointment.

Friends she knew throughout high school would ask her "hey, when are you gonna get signed man?", but she would force a smile and say "when the time is right." She didn't believe that though. She felt like she was going to dust over lost in a dream that she may never see come true. She began to retreat into depression, closing herself off from the world. She wanted to be alone and not even her best friend could console her, though she was incredibly supportive. She over time focused on her other passion, the culinary arts. She loved to cook. Her mom loved to cook. As a kid her and her big brother would gather around the kitchen and watch as their mother created culinary magic.

After spending years watching she decided to ask her mom to teach her, and she made her first meal at just eight years old. She felt so proud and it was actually very good. If you didn't know better you would think an adult made it but nope it was all Grayden's doing. She refreshed herself, took a break from music and earned a scholarship at a very prestigious culinary school. She worked very hard earned good grades and soon became one of the top five chefs in her school. Then she had a new dream, to open up a three floor restaurant. The first floor was to be a bakery. The second was to be the actual restaurant. The third was to be the lounge and concert venue to sponsor new up and coming musicians. There was that word, "musician."

She hadn't heard that word in what felt like ages. She remembered her rich history with music and felt sadness and despair wash over her. She felt like that dream she once held onto with an iron clad fist was dead forever. She began to lose hope all over again. But one day that all changed. It's what lead her to today. She got a job waitressing with one of the top lounges in the city. The Mirage lounge was home to pretty much any famous person you can think of. She served George Clooney with his newest girlfriend two weeks ago. (He's an excellent tipper by the way)It was the true heart of the city. She was formally a bartender while she was still in college saving up for her dream Restaurant, and her boss Mr. Giuseppe liked her concoctions so much, he allowed her to put them on the menu with the benefit of earning a percentage of the sales.

One night near her 3 am closing shift she was cleaning up. She was singing her favorite Disney song of all time "part of your world" absentmindedly, restocking the shelves when she heard someone say "Wow, what a beautiful voice you have sweetheart." "Thank y-"

She turned around and completely froze in her tracks. She saw a tall man with long dark curly hair, black round sunglasses, a black top hat a white T-shirt, tight shredded acid wash jeans with brown leather cowboy boots. He had a grin on his face. It was none other than Slash from one of the most iconic bands ever, Guns n' Roses. Suddenly her mouth went dry her heart was racing a mile a minute and she was blank. She couldn't believe her eyes. Oh my god, oh my god, say something stupid!, thought to herself. "I-I um, t-thank you Mr. Slash" Mr. Slash Grayden..really? she mentally face palmed herself. Shit. How was she going to get out of making a complete dunce cap of herself in front of the great Slash himself? "Do you sing?", he asked. "Who me? This was getting worse by the second. Why uh, I yes! Yes I sing !" "No need to be nervous love, I don't bite unless if you want me to", he smirked and winked at her. It took all the composure she had for her face not to turn completely red. She began to nervously giggle her insides bursting with giddiness. "A girl with killer pipes like that needs to be on the stage, especially one as beautiful as you." He was most certainly right about that.

She wasn't tall like Anne but she wasn't too short either which worked perfectly for her voluptuous figure. She had dark raven hair hitting the small of her back, with midnight blue highlights. Her eyes were a mix of blue and gray. Her skin was like a smooth caramel which only made her features that more exotic in contrast to Anne's smooth milky porcelain complexion. Both girls any man would fall all over themselves for, and even the great rock god was taken hold of by her unintentional charm. She was born a beautiful baby to blossom into a simply stunning woman. She took a breath before regaining all five of her senses back. "I actually used to do gigs around Manhattan, I love to sing it's like the air that I breathe" she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Any musician would recognize that twinkle.

Behind it burned fire that constantly renewed your love for all things music. The kind that won't ever let up until you've reached your dreams and then some. Slash smiled at her and handed her a black card. She took the card and looking at it she immediately knew what it was. "Come to the front desk and ask for Rick Jones. Be there on Monday morning at 9 am sharp." He gave her a tip in the jar before walking away. He paused turning midway to face her direction. "By the way, part of your world is one of my favorite Disney songs ever." With that he smiled and walked out of the exit to a swarm of rillions of camera flashes. Grayden just sat there completely stunned. To her in that money at least slash was her fairy rock godfather. So many feelings filled her but everything was a total mess inside her head. In that moment all she could do was reach for the phone and call Anne.