Just a little idea I had while scrolling through Tumblr. Please bare with me as it might take a few chapters for it to become clear where I'm going with this.

Piper

All her life Piper Chapman had dreamed of being a writer. When she was little she would make words rhyme without even thinking and her parents would tell her that she was 'a poet and she didn't know it.' Young Piper would giggle at the idea, with little understanding but knowledge that she was doing something right. As she grew older she would write the school plays and delve into the world of fiction. She would tell her friends that reading was a form of research, entirely embarrassed at the idea that this was her favourite hobby. To her parents being well read was a necessity, to Piper it was a guilty pleasure, one that she would only share with herself.

But as she grew older and entered her college years where she majored in English and minored in Theatre it all became apparent that she no longer had the attention span that was required to write, not in the same way. Still even now, post-college she wanted to be a writer. She wanted to be a writer of music, of travel, of life. She wanted to share her opinions and experience and views on the world. The young girl who had been afraid to admit her passions had grown into a woman all to eager to share her deepest thoughts. But she'd have to reach her dream the hard way.

Her internship programme in the final year had amounted to little and she was stuck applying to other programmes in an industry that lest many on the poverty line. She was lucky enough to have met a friend in Polly Harper at college, a young creative soap maker from Upstate New York. Together they lived in a tiny flat not too far from Time Square. Some months Piper would struggle to make rent and would have to rely on help from her parents. They had offered to help her on the job front with her father's contacts in the industry but this was something she wanted to do alone; she wanted to achieve through merit and hard work.

So here Piper was on a Friday night, sat writing a blog post on Ed Sheeran's, an English singer/songwriter, latest album: X. In her blog she covered the arts, trying to establish an niche through British culture, but was struggling immensely. Her posts on Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice, and the British sitcom Fawlty Towers were too outdated for her target audience so here she was writing an article on Ed Sheeran. For someone who wanted to work with popular culture she was very much indie. Her knowledge on chart music was lacking and the fact that this was the first time she'd ever listened to Ed Sheeran would have been shocking to anyone. He reminded her of the dude from Harry Potter that was scared of spiders and this sent a shiver down her spine.

Often people would question why she would bother going into this industry if her knowledge was lacking but if anyone took a look at her YouTube channel they'd see why. Primarily they were full of reaction videos. "Piper Chapman reacting to...". She was loved by thousands and has received quite a following and this was the only reason she hadn't changed her ways. After posting her reaction video to Ed Sheeran the day before she was now following it up with a review of her music as a nice way to tie her blogging into it all - the main reason she was doing it in the first place.

When reviewing an album she would close her eyes blocking the world out so all she could hear was the music. It was always important to conduct the research after listening to the album for the first time to ensure that she had an objective view and then she would compare her opinions to others. However on this particular day Polly was making a large amount of noise in the kitchen with her attempts at making new variants of soap so Piper was having difficulty concentrating. Her cup of tea that was steaming hot when she sat down for the second listen half an hour ago was now cold and rather disgusting.

It was obvious that this post wasn't going to be up to her usual standard but no one would notice. Her readership wasn't large and her target audience was mainly young people who really cared little for the quality of the review but more the content. In an attempt to get on with her day and feeling a wave of boredom Piper wrote it out in one go reading over it once as part of the editing process before clicking the 'upload button' on her screen. No turning back now.

She pushed her chair out and leaned forward in her chair enabling her to put both hands flat on the table so she could heave herself out of the chair. She grabbed her phone on the way out, checked for any texts messages; there was one from Larry but she paid little attention to it and turned her blog notifications on. The kitchen smelt odd. A mixture of mint, cinnamon, lavender and chutney filled the air. Piper was mostly curious about the chutney and glanced at Polly who shrugged in return.

"I've got to blow them away." She sighed clearly stressed.

"Chutney?" Piper questioned. "Chutney?" Piper repeated. "Is that a thing?"

"Well it is now."

Piper shrugged. "I might give this tester session a pass." She grabbed a blueberry which was sitting on the side with various other fruits. Polly slapped her hand but Piper grinned. Within seconds Polly was back to blending the ingredients and the noise echoed round the whole apartment.

Piper decided she'd go round the few bars a few blocks down to hand in her CV otherwise there was no way she could pay this months rent. Just as she grabbed her jacket her phone pinged. She grabbed it out of her pocket and read the notification. "You have one new comment on your blog post: "Review of Ed Sheeran's 'X'". She dropped her phone upon seeing who the comment was from.

Alex

"No Mike I said rebrand that doesn't mean use the same design and colour scheme." The raspy voice of Alex Vause echoed round the walls of her office. She slammed down the phone in anger. She couldn't be dealing with any of this. It was a Friday evening and she should be at a bar with Nicky somewhere drinking herself under the table and instead she was sat in her office finalising deals and arrangements. No one told her running a multi-million pound business was going to be this tough. As much as she attempted to distance herself from projects and devolve activities to her employees she just hated not having the final say. She loved being involved.

Her company VauseVentures was the biggest media outlet in the whole of the United States. In England she was referred to as the Richard Murdoch of the US. She had that much power. Under VauseVentures ran a number of different projects, ranging from radio and television to newspapers and publishing. Whenever Alex felt she had too much time on her hands she would stretch out into another industry. Lately however, other businesses had been catching up, reports were suggesting that she was losing her power and this wasn't going to do for the raven-haired beauty hence the rebranding.

There was so much left for her to do but she conceded that little more could be done this evening. On a Friday night very few people would still be in reach and she too should call it a day. So her files were stuffed back into the filing cabinet and everything was removed from her desk and locked into her desk draw. Everything that is, except for her laptop. That thing of beauty never left her sight and while she was done with work for the day she still wanted to enjoy a little bit of downtime before getting disturbed by someone (probably Nicky).

Despite recruitment lying in the hands of each individual business, Alex was always on the hunt for new raw talent. She would scour the Internet for young writers with endless potential. It wasn't always writers; she would look for anything, even if it didn't fit into any of her current businesses. The thing that linked it all together was talent. She was a talent spotter. She was only able to do this because she herself possessed mountains of it. Her favourite thing to do was to search YouTube or Tumblr, looking for the hidden gems. Sometimes she would find someone who had as little as 20 views on YouTube and yet know there was potential. She wouldn't however contact them herself. She would merely recommend names and blogs to the relevant recruiters. Somewhere she had a black book of names that she spotted and whenever one of them cropped up she would put a tick next to the name, marking their careers that she had set out for them. None of them ever had a clue that it was she who had spotted them.

Alex always liked to go to a user's blog and read their first post and then their latest post to compare. To see if they'd grown since they'd started blogging and to see what they'd learnt, if they'd learnt anything at all. It was a clever way of determining potential and adaptation. She came across one blog in particular that intrigued her and she began reading. The girl in question possessed extreme talent Alex was in no doubt about that. Her writing was beautiful, so eloquent and articulate. There was no sense of rambling; it was straight to the point. She had to admit after reading the girl's first few posts that the talent wasn't always there. Her first post was dreadful. Alex hated to admit it but if the girl didn't look so damn attractive in her photo she wouldn't have given her a second chance. Shallow, but true. It wasn't often an attractive writer could enable Alex to focus on the work, but this one did it perfectly. She scrolled through the blog to find a name and information about the girl in question "Piper Chapman". Alex read off the screen. "What am I going to do with you?" She bit her bottom lip in excitement.

Piper's writing wasn't all brilliant, while the talent was undeniable her knowledge, or lack of, was evident. Granted Alex's experience in the industry provided her with an advantage but Piper's latest blog seemed a little under-researched. What Alex did next was a shock for everyone. For the first time in her life as a millionaire businesswoman she wrote a comment it read as follows.

Not bad Kid, not bad. Your write with such conviction it's hard not to get wrapped up even in a simple review. That's not something that can easily be taught. Your light-hearted humour presents reviews in a different light and it's a welcomed break from the dreary repetitive read that we see so often among the journalists of today. Your humour did hide the fact that you possess little knowledge however. When reviewing a piece of music ensure that you research every possible angle. Describing the song 'Photograph' as unique is inaccurate. A simple Google search will demonstrate that the chorus sounds a lot like a song called 'Amazing' by a British singer: Matt Cardle.

Alex paused with her comment. She thought about how to end it before adding 'With a little bit of guidance you'll make it kid. Keep going.'

She pressed the 'send' button. There was no turning back. She was hopeful that Piper, whoever she was, had only a small following otherwise journalists would be all over this like a hound tomorrow morning. She considered deleting the comment and writing a personal message instead but it was already posted and the email notification was probably sent and this was a little more formal.

She hoped that this Piper kid replied. She wanted to be the one to offer this innocent apparently twenty-two year old guidance… in more way than one.

Piper

Did she read it correctly? The Alex Vause had commented on her blog post? That was almost unheard of. In fact it was completely unheard of. Piper clicked on the profile to confirm that it was indeed the one and only Alex Vause and it wasn't some little fucker messing her around and upon confirmation from the profile directing her to Alex Vause's website she squealed out loud.

"Polly" She called as she did a U-turn and galloped into the kitchen. "Polly turn the damn thing off you won't believe what's just happened." The blender was too loud for Polly to hear Piper and after a few seconds Piper couldn't stand it any longer and switched it off herself.

"What the fuck was that for whorebag?"

"Polly guess who just commented on my blog?" Piper said with a huge grin on her face.

"I don't know? The queen of England? Barack Obama?"

"Alex Vause."

"The Alex Vause?" Polly questioned her. "As in the millionaire lesbian heartbreaker Alex Vause?"

"The one and only."

"Are you sure she's not just preying on you?"

"Let me have my moment." Piper scolded. In all honesty she didn't care. She was elated that Alex had even read her work let alone commented. She hadn't even read it yet. She decided to get back on her laptop and conduct a reply. She considered posting one back in the comments section but thought while it might be cheeky of her, Alex had perused her first… technically. So a little personal message wouldn't do any harm would it? The worst that could happen is a lack of response, and the best? Well she could have a career after all.

Suddenly the noise of Polly's blender didn't matter anymore because Piper had been noticed by Alex Vause.