She couldn't stop staring at herself. Weird... The girl had no idea she looked this much like anyone, let alone a movie character. True, the outfit and hair helped a lot, but still, she was just a little creeped out.
It had not been very hard to find the clothes she needed. She owned the skinny jeans, loafers, and poet's shirt. The hair clip had been difficult to find, but what was crazy was that she had one at all. The vest had been another matter entirely. It was next to impossible to find one, so she had bought a curtain panel and made the vest herself. "Strange to think that the only material anywhere close to similar was in the housewares department of Penney's."
The result was stupendous. The girl could pass for the fifteen year old Sarah on any day of the week. She knew this outfit was not going to garner the accolades of a hundred suitors, or even one; but she really could not care less.
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Walter Mendelssohn was a thin man, the kind of thin that just barely passed for healthy. He had a full head of muddy curls and alert, brown marbles were set deep in his gaunt face. As soon as he looked at you, you knew he was assessing your appearance, possible abilities, and how he could best exploit you. He did have a creative turn, without which he would not be in charge of this crazy ball; however, his creativity only went so far. "No one is going to see me in one of those outrageous get ups that the crazies wear. No sir!" Walt was intelligent; and he knew just how to use this crazy party to get ahead in L.A.
His assistant was another matter. He was the polar opposite of Walter Mendelssohn in every respect. Cahill Brahms was built like a baseball pitcher, had green eyes, and a shock of wavy black hair. He was ingenuous and sincere while still jovial and his very creative (Though, he had his practical side). He was going to wear a costume whether or not Walter thought he was a looney. As he said during his interview for the position, "I am so stoked for this. I can't wait to get started. How about we make the theme the actual Labyrinth?"
Mendelssohn knew just how to bridle Cahill's excessive creativity and make it work to his own advantage. It was quite nice to have someone around like Cahill Brahms, actually. It meant that Mendelssohn didn't have to sell his ideas as hard because Brahms was capable of building a wall of excitement around poop. He did like Brahms a great deal. Cahill was just a little too naive for this business. It was all up to Walt to make sure this weirdo carnival ran smoothly.
This was Cahill's first shot at the big time since he finished his MBA, and he loved it. It was amazing to be able to bridge his first degree in literature with his business degree. For, he quickly learned that a lit. degree was not going to bring home the money. He was more than surprised when he landed an interview with the prestigious party company and even more shocked when he landed the job, executive assistant to the planning administrator. Now he was planning the biggest fantasy party in L.A., and, boy, did he have plans. His older sister had been obsessed with a certain movie when they were kids, and he had seen it a million times. At first, he begged her not to pop it in the VCR; but as time went on, he began to love it. He just did. Some would consider it not so macho to love that particular movie, but he did. Now, Labyrinth was going to come to the Labyrinth of Jareth's Ball, and he, Cahill Brahms was the main idea factory.
Cahill looked at his watch. "It won't do to be late. Not for this guest." He rushed out of his office and down to the car port.
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Dear readers,
I have come to the conclusion that what I thought would be a short two chapter story is going to be a wee bit longer. I actually wrote an outline! This is big for me. I never do that. This chapter was obviously just background. Never fear! It's about to get fully awesome.
-the author
P.S. I cried while writing a key scene in a future chapter (also something I don't do often) . . . The good kind of cry. Hold onto your hats.
