Well good morning all. it has not been a good night for me last night. i come home to find my
wonderful father, trying to make space on the hard drive, has deleted the folder holding all the
stories i've ever written for fan fiction. lucky for me (and him) all i wanted to post have been
posted. also, it has been brought to my attention that our favorite In A Heartbeat stars are alot
older than they are in the show. I guess i was dumb and didn't look up as much as i should have
but it's too late now, right? right. so for the sake of the story, we're going to try something
that may be new to some people. it's called using our imaginations. oooo ur scared, i know. lol
as i said, for the story and to make it work, we're going to pretend that the stars of my story
are younger. shall we say 18? okay we will. Now if this is too much of an inconvience, using ur
imagination and all, don't finish the story, k? i'm sorry if i seem a little rude or mean today
but it hasn't been the best night and morning. sorry don't hate me. and i don't own anything.
bye. Enjoy
Real World 2
Improv
Jackie sighed. She sat in her metal folding chair, watching the lights brighten and the cameras
begining to roll. It was 8:05 and filming was starting. Jackie wouldn't be in for a few more
scenes so she sat back and enjoyed the show as much as she could.
Reagan waited for her que (spelling? ugh i'm really sorry. i should have a dictionary right here)
behind the set made of plywood and plaster. Shawn and Chris were already out there, talking about
a drama production Kingsport High was putting on.
"Yeah I'm going." 'Jamie' said. "Caitie's in it so I have to." 'Tyler' nodded.
"But Val told me she's been babysitting her little brothers and sisters." Shawn (Tyler) said. He
yawned quietly. It was too early.
"She's babysitting too?!" Chris (Jamie) cried. "Caitie entered in a writing contest and has to
work on her presentation."
"Whoa. Sounds like she's overloaded." Shawn shook his head dismissively.
"That's practically nothing compared to Val though." Chris followed after Shawn to the desk. Shawn
placed his hands on it.
"What do you mean? This has happened before. I thought she was back to normal." Shawn looked worried.
"Nope. She's back at her over achieving (spelling) ways..." Chris said. Before he finished, Reagan
entered through the door, holding a clipboard. Chris and Shawn straightened against the desk and
stopped talking.
"Who's overachieving?" Reagan asked. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.
"No one." Chris answered quickly. He pulled the clipboard away from Reagan. "Let me finish this
for you.
"Oh thanks Jamie." Reagan smiled and walked toward Shawn.
"What were you two talking about, really?" Shawn looked away.
"Nothing." Reagan shook her head. She looked hurt.
"Okay fine. You don't have to tell me." Reagan exited. Shawn remained looking worried for another
2 seconds and...."Cut!" The director, Marv, (lol sorry i got sick of saying the director) yelled
from his little folding chair.
"Scene 7 now folks. Let's get set up for success. We're moving to our bleachers for this one. Where
is Jackie?" Marv yelled. He had a habit of panicking between scenes. It got annoying but they all
liked Marv so they put up with him.
"I'm right here." Jackie called, appearing behind the slightly overweight, slightly balding man.
"Oh good. One less thing I have to worry about." Marv smiled. Jackie stifled a laugh. He still had
10 million things to obesess about without her.
The crew picked up and set out for their bleachers. Cameras began to roll. Jackie and Chris sat
together underneath the bleachers. "Action!" Marv yelled, smiling. He'd always wanted to say that.
"Me and Tyler were talking about you yesterday." Chris replied, sounding nervous. Jackie raised
her eyebrows. Her heart was pounding and she felt like crying. Would this be her last real show
with Chris? She hoped it wouldn't.
"What for?" Jackie asked, glancing away.
"I'm worried about you." Chris scooted closer to Jackie. His heart going a mile a minute. Jackie
locked his gaze.
"Why should you be worried about me?" She asked quietly. Jackie and Chris leaned forward a little,
their lips locking in the perfect kiss. Marv stared in horror. "What is that?! That's not in the
script!" Reagan smiled.
"It's improv."
wonderful father, trying to make space on the hard drive, has deleted the folder holding all the
stories i've ever written for fan fiction. lucky for me (and him) all i wanted to post have been
posted. also, it has been brought to my attention that our favorite In A Heartbeat stars are alot
older than they are in the show. I guess i was dumb and didn't look up as much as i should have
but it's too late now, right? right. so for the sake of the story, we're going to try something
that may be new to some people. it's called using our imaginations. oooo ur scared, i know. lol
as i said, for the story and to make it work, we're going to pretend that the stars of my story
are younger. shall we say 18? okay we will. Now if this is too much of an inconvience, using ur
imagination and all, don't finish the story, k? i'm sorry if i seem a little rude or mean today
but it hasn't been the best night and morning. sorry don't hate me. and i don't own anything.
bye. Enjoy
Real World 2
Improv
Jackie sighed. She sat in her metal folding chair, watching the lights brighten and the cameras
begining to roll. It was 8:05 and filming was starting. Jackie wouldn't be in for a few more
scenes so she sat back and enjoyed the show as much as she could.
Reagan waited for her que (spelling? ugh i'm really sorry. i should have a dictionary right here)
behind the set made of plywood and plaster. Shawn and Chris were already out there, talking about
a drama production Kingsport High was putting on.
"Yeah I'm going." 'Jamie' said. "Caitie's in it so I have to." 'Tyler' nodded.
"But Val told me she's been babysitting her little brothers and sisters." Shawn (Tyler) said. He
yawned quietly. It was too early.
"She's babysitting too?!" Chris (Jamie) cried. "Caitie entered in a writing contest and has to
work on her presentation."
"Whoa. Sounds like she's overloaded." Shawn shook his head dismissively.
"That's practically nothing compared to Val though." Chris followed after Shawn to the desk. Shawn
placed his hands on it.
"What do you mean? This has happened before. I thought she was back to normal." Shawn looked worried.
"Nope. She's back at her over achieving (spelling) ways..." Chris said. Before he finished, Reagan
entered through the door, holding a clipboard. Chris and Shawn straightened against the desk and
stopped talking.
"Who's overachieving?" Reagan asked. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.
"No one." Chris answered quickly. He pulled the clipboard away from Reagan. "Let me finish this
for you.
"Oh thanks Jamie." Reagan smiled and walked toward Shawn.
"What were you two talking about, really?" Shawn looked away.
"Nothing." Reagan shook her head. She looked hurt.
"Okay fine. You don't have to tell me." Reagan exited. Shawn remained looking worried for another
2 seconds and...."Cut!" The director, Marv, (lol sorry i got sick of saying the director) yelled
from his little folding chair.
"Scene 7 now folks. Let's get set up for success. We're moving to our bleachers for this one. Where
is Jackie?" Marv yelled. He had a habit of panicking between scenes. It got annoying but they all
liked Marv so they put up with him.
"I'm right here." Jackie called, appearing behind the slightly overweight, slightly balding man.
"Oh good. One less thing I have to worry about." Marv smiled. Jackie stifled a laugh. He still had
10 million things to obesess about without her.
The crew picked up and set out for their bleachers. Cameras began to roll. Jackie and Chris sat
together underneath the bleachers. "Action!" Marv yelled, smiling. He'd always wanted to say that.
"Me and Tyler were talking about you yesterday." Chris replied, sounding nervous. Jackie raised
her eyebrows. Her heart was pounding and she felt like crying. Would this be her last real show
with Chris? She hoped it wouldn't.
"What for?" Jackie asked, glancing away.
"I'm worried about you." Chris scooted closer to Jackie. His heart going a mile a minute. Jackie
locked his gaze.
"Why should you be worried about me?" She asked quietly. Jackie and Chris leaned forward a little,
their lips locking in the perfect kiss. Marv stared in horror. "What is that?! That's not in the
script!" Reagan smiled.
"It's improv."