This is not a continuation of the story, but a response to a review I just received some minutes ago.


Dear 'Guest':

I'd take your review seriously if you had left some kind of way I could contact you. But, since you have decided to lose 5 minutes of your precious time leaving that hateful review, I am going to lose 5 minutes of my actually valuable time and answer you.

As you can see, I am a writer. I write stories because I like to, not because I am payed or something like that. This small story was written in 15 minutes, so it obviously it's not a Magnum Opus (Magnum opus, in case you don't know, is Latin and means "great work", and usually refers to the largest, and perhaps the best, greatest, most popular, or most renowned achievement of an artist).

You did not miss any point to this. This is simply a story of the sheriff of Storybrooke having an odd dream about the mayor. Nothing else. I decided it would be fun to write it, so I did. In fact, I've been a musical theatre fan since I was five years old, and Chicago is one of my favorite movie musicals. But I had never thought of doing something to combine them.

In fact, this story is based on a post I saw on Tumblr (this one).

I was not bored in class while I wrote this. I was at home, writing on my laptop, going through the list of prompts I am sent daily, and I thought: 'Hey, let's write this, it's going to be fun'.

I am 18 years old, and maybe you could think that I am just another horny teenager who just wants to see her favorite fictional lesbians have hot sex, but I am not. I am a mature person, with responsibilities, and who takes writing seriously. I'd like to be a professional writer someday, and I am trying my best to do good works. But obviously, sometimes writers don't want to do masterpieces and they decide to just have fun with the characters (and sometimes that includes make them be out of character).

This little story has been useful to practice my English (it's obviously not my mother tongue) and to get my fingers to write. So yes, reviews are always appreciated, even if the story is just 829 words long.

Do you want to talk about epic fails? Because I honestly thought the review was about the story, not about you. How does someone decide to hate on someone on the internet because they have not liked the story? And most important, how does someone decide to do it anonymously? Again, that's coward.

I hope you sleep well tonight. No, wait. I don't want you to sleep well tonight. I want you to have a nightmare about a thousand of shitty little stories with Regina being out of character following you everywhere you go, reminding you that sometimes fanfiction is not serious.

Meanwhile, I'll go work on some prompts I've received a few minutes ago, and maybe I'll do a sequel to this story. I'll call it Being rude on the internet is not okay, buddy. The title is still provisional, but if that sequel works I'll do a third part called Anonymous hate is a proof of cowardly.

Lots of love,

NMartin.