~*~TEASER~*~
~A.N. This is the first Laby fanfic I've tried to write in a long time. Granted, I'm not very good at it, but here's the teaser. If I know people are interested, I'll continue. Please read and review. It's not long at all.~
It was merely another routine day for Sarah Williams. It had been almost identical to the day before, and surely the day after wouldn't be much different. She woke up, showered, ate, did all that sort of normal human routine, then got dressed and left her run-down New York apartment and began to walk to yet another subway station. Well, I'm not going to bore you with the long details of the subway ride, but eventually, she ended up somewhere. In fact, it's really not that important that you know the name of the city. It is only important that you realize she ended up at the front of an East Coast Publishing house. Usually, the girl wasn't frightened or timid-looking, but that is exactly what she was at the moment. You see, Sarah had been submitting works of hers to publishing houses for over two years with no luck in finding a job. Over the past few interviews, she had been quite nervous. She believed that she would never be able to get a job as a writer, and that's all she had really wanted anyway. There'd be no point in keeping all her fantasies to herself; the world had to know.
With trembling hands holding her purse to her side, Sarah made her way into the building. She inquired the information booth where her scheduled appointment would be, and the man there kindly directed her towards the elevator, giving her the appropriate directions. The heels of her black boots clicked against the marble floor as she walked towards the elevator. Once inside the elevator, Sarah started to panic once more, beginning to tremble again. She was surrounded by a bunch of corporate looking people. No one looked like the typical writer at all. Maybe they were just office workers, but she suddenly felt terribly underdressed in her navy blue tank top lined with lace, her satin and lacy white skirt, and black leather boots. Her long brown hair simply down looked almost silly in comparison to the tight buns and French twists of most of them other women in the elevator. Feeling blush rising to her cheeks, she let her hazel eyes gaze down at the floor instead of meeting eyes with the other people in the claustrophobic area. A loud ding! sounded the area, and Sarah reacted to it by pushing through the people to get out of the elevator. Once the doors of it closed, she took a huge intake of air and let it fill her lungs, then depart, then do it all over again.
There was a receptionist at the front, and Sarah thought it was the appropriate thing to do to go over to her and ask about her scheduled meeting. The receptionist nodded once Sarah gave the woman her information. "Ooh. You're lucky. Ms. Water likes punctuality," the receptionist said with a crooked smile and a heavy New York accent. "Just wait over there." A bent finger with a long false red nail pointed to a chair by a door, and Sarah promptly went over to it and sat down. Sarah thought that she would have time to twiddle her thumbs, but apparently she didn't because the door opened and a smiling woman came out to meet her, outstretching her hand. "You're here on time," the woman stated. Sarah looked her over. She looked rather kind, young, and energetic. Slowly, Sarah's fears started to melt away with the comforting aura of Ms. Waters. She stood and shook her hand lightly, smiling.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Waters."
"Oh, please. Call me Dina! Now, Ms. Williams, let me show you to my office."
Sarah followed the woman into the office. Ms. Waters shut the door lightly before gesturing to Sarah to sit down in the chair across from, what seemed, a very expensive looking desk. Sarah's eyes drifted from the desk to the woman herself, meeting her gaze.
"Now, Sarah. Your work is very good. The concepts are original.completely. I mean, it's amazing you pulled this out of your head. You're like.like.a modern Tolkien!"
Sarah stared at the woman with her mouth slightly opened. "Thank you, Ms. Water!"
"Now, the only thing is," the woman continued, "is that we've recently published a lot of fantasy books and we really can't handle any more. Had you come sooner, however,"
Sarah nodded, her gaze falling as well as her chin.
"But I do have a job for you, if you'll take it, that is."
Sarah's eyes lit up again, looking to the woman. "Of course I'll take it!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, good. Now, it may not be exactly what you want, but the man who is in charge of it is very interested in your work." The woman stopped, to watch Sarah's expression, then continued. "He's an artist, a very good friend of mine. You see, it is not that he lacks creativity, but he always starves for new ideas. And you are just the person for that. He wants to create art based on your work. He wants to work with you to get them published. In fact, he wants to help you turn it into a screenplay."
Sarah tilted her head at the woman, an odd, confused expression on her face. She then nodded. "Alright.well, that sounds like it could be fun."
The woman nodded and stood, handing Sarah a card. "Yes. Now, you must call him tonight and he will tell you all the details. He's paying very high, so you need not worry about that." The woman smiled and Sarah stood. She thanked her, left the building and went home on the subway.
She walked into her apartment at about 5:00. Her roommate still wasn't home yet. Sarah locked the door and went over to the couch and lied down, bringing the card up to her face to read the name. In gold letters and a rather fancy font it read.
Devon Ogier Creative Mind (323) 867-5309
Sarah furrowed her brows. .323.That was a Los Angeles area code. Los Angeles? Ah, she would have to move? She grunted a bit and looked over to the phone. "Well, it is already tonight," she said out loud. Not being able to bear the anticipation any longer, she moved quickly from the couch and grabbed the phone, dialing the number slowly, making sure she got the numbers right. It rang once, then twice, then thrice, then.she heard someone pick up the receiver. The voice sounded cold, lined with a thick British accent, something that sounded much too familiar. "Hello?" the voice asked. Sarah froze. No, it couldn't be. It was just her mind playing tricks on her.
"Uh.." she said into the phone.
The voice on the other end started to laugh, that same cold laugh she had heard mocking her when she was only 15. "Hello, Sarah."
~*~ again, please, if you read this, reviews are very very very very very very very much appreciated. Thanks for reading! It means a lot.~*~
~A.N. This is the first Laby fanfic I've tried to write in a long time. Granted, I'm not very good at it, but here's the teaser. If I know people are interested, I'll continue. Please read and review. It's not long at all.~
It was merely another routine day for Sarah Williams. It had been almost identical to the day before, and surely the day after wouldn't be much different. She woke up, showered, ate, did all that sort of normal human routine, then got dressed and left her run-down New York apartment and began to walk to yet another subway station. Well, I'm not going to bore you with the long details of the subway ride, but eventually, she ended up somewhere. In fact, it's really not that important that you know the name of the city. It is only important that you realize she ended up at the front of an East Coast Publishing house. Usually, the girl wasn't frightened or timid-looking, but that is exactly what she was at the moment. You see, Sarah had been submitting works of hers to publishing houses for over two years with no luck in finding a job. Over the past few interviews, she had been quite nervous. She believed that she would never be able to get a job as a writer, and that's all she had really wanted anyway. There'd be no point in keeping all her fantasies to herself; the world had to know.
With trembling hands holding her purse to her side, Sarah made her way into the building. She inquired the information booth where her scheduled appointment would be, and the man there kindly directed her towards the elevator, giving her the appropriate directions. The heels of her black boots clicked against the marble floor as she walked towards the elevator. Once inside the elevator, Sarah started to panic once more, beginning to tremble again. She was surrounded by a bunch of corporate looking people. No one looked like the typical writer at all. Maybe they were just office workers, but she suddenly felt terribly underdressed in her navy blue tank top lined with lace, her satin and lacy white skirt, and black leather boots. Her long brown hair simply down looked almost silly in comparison to the tight buns and French twists of most of them other women in the elevator. Feeling blush rising to her cheeks, she let her hazel eyes gaze down at the floor instead of meeting eyes with the other people in the claustrophobic area. A loud ding! sounded the area, and Sarah reacted to it by pushing through the people to get out of the elevator. Once the doors of it closed, she took a huge intake of air and let it fill her lungs, then depart, then do it all over again.
There was a receptionist at the front, and Sarah thought it was the appropriate thing to do to go over to her and ask about her scheduled meeting. The receptionist nodded once Sarah gave the woman her information. "Ooh. You're lucky. Ms. Water likes punctuality," the receptionist said with a crooked smile and a heavy New York accent. "Just wait over there." A bent finger with a long false red nail pointed to a chair by a door, and Sarah promptly went over to it and sat down. Sarah thought that she would have time to twiddle her thumbs, but apparently she didn't because the door opened and a smiling woman came out to meet her, outstretching her hand. "You're here on time," the woman stated. Sarah looked her over. She looked rather kind, young, and energetic. Slowly, Sarah's fears started to melt away with the comforting aura of Ms. Waters. She stood and shook her hand lightly, smiling.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Waters."
"Oh, please. Call me Dina! Now, Ms. Williams, let me show you to my office."
Sarah followed the woman into the office. Ms. Waters shut the door lightly before gesturing to Sarah to sit down in the chair across from, what seemed, a very expensive looking desk. Sarah's eyes drifted from the desk to the woman herself, meeting her gaze.
"Now, Sarah. Your work is very good. The concepts are original.completely. I mean, it's amazing you pulled this out of your head. You're like.like.a modern Tolkien!"
Sarah stared at the woman with her mouth slightly opened. "Thank you, Ms. Water!"
"Now, the only thing is," the woman continued, "is that we've recently published a lot of fantasy books and we really can't handle any more. Had you come sooner, however,"
Sarah nodded, her gaze falling as well as her chin.
"But I do have a job for you, if you'll take it, that is."
Sarah's eyes lit up again, looking to the woman. "Of course I'll take it!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, good. Now, it may not be exactly what you want, but the man who is in charge of it is very interested in your work." The woman stopped, to watch Sarah's expression, then continued. "He's an artist, a very good friend of mine. You see, it is not that he lacks creativity, but he always starves for new ideas. And you are just the person for that. He wants to create art based on your work. He wants to work with you to get them published. In fact, he wants to help you turn it into a screenplay."
Sarah tilted her head at the woman, an odd, confused expression on her face. She then nodded. "Alright.well, that sounds like it could be fun."
The woman nodded and stood, handing Sarah a card. "Yes. Now, you must call him tonight and he will tell you all the details. He's paying very high, so you need not worry about that." The woman smiled and Sarah stood. She thanked her, left the building and went home on the subway.
She walked into her apartment at about 5:00. Her roommate still wasn't home yet. Sarah locked the door and went over to the couch and lied down, bringing the card up to her face to read the name. In gold letters and a rather fancy font it read.
Devon Ogier Creative Mind (323) 867-5309
Sarah furrowed her brows. .323.That was a Los Angeles area code. Los Angeles? Ah, she would have to move? She grunted a bit and looked over to the phone. "Well, it is already tonight," she said out loud. Not being able to bear the anticipation any longer, she moved quickly from the couch and grabbed the phone, dialing the number slowly, making sure she got the numbers right. It rang once, then twice, then thrice, then.she heard someone pick up the receiver. The voice sounded cold, lined with a thick British accent, something that sounded much too familiar. "Hello?" the voice asked. Sarah froze. No, it couldn't be. It was just her mind playing tricks on her.
"Uh.." she said into the phone.
The voice on the other end started to laugh, that same cold laugh she had heard mocking her when she was only 15. "Hello, Sarah."
~*~ again, please, if you read this, reviews are very very very very very very very much appreciated. Thanks for reading! It means a lot.~*~