(A/N): Magic works its ways.
That's the explanation for everything.
My family was quite wealthy. I had lived in the Place of Dreams all my life. It wasn't special for me anymore.
I was actually the one that kept the family alive. How did I do so? I acted.
In the Place of Dreams, the primary industry is acting. Manufacturing dreams to be sent around the world by night. Some dreams would disappear in a second; others would haunt one for several years.
Fairy Tales are the best kind of acting. It works, still, very much like a dream. It's just that these are the only dreams that have enough substance to become solid by morning. They are the ones that don't evaporate, but stay and are shared with millions of people, if not billions. They are the most beautiful stories ever imaginable. And one is created only every seven years, roughly, in accordance with tradition.
Well, my parents told me just today that they were making one. And that they needed a lead. A female lead. I understood before they finished.
"Yeah, yeah, I understand..." I told them. I prepared to go in for auditions.
The train was different from normal ones that were a treat to ride. I swear that several times we were driving on the moon. Or over it. I couldn't tell.
Eventually we came to stop in a huge station. As soon as the door of the train opened, I ran to my father and jumped into his open arms.
"Father!" I cried. I was teary after all his years away. "You're here!"
"Son!" he shouted. "It's so good to see you! You've gotten bigger than when I last saw you! You're so much taller!"
Everyone embraced. Then he explained what was going to happen. We were going to get into a cab (I was so excited! I had never been in one!) and drive to this place where they were having auditions for the newest, yet-unnamed fairy tale. I could hardly wait.
(A/N): Someday, I will build a train to the moon. And actually, I've already built one.
It's in my imagination.
