A/N I know you may be more interested in the actual POTC storyline bit, but this is going to be a bit more interesting now, and it is all leading up to a big climax (promise)! I'm not going to tell you what I've got planned out so I don't spoil the story for you, but you can guess and give me ideas! A word of warning though, this chapter and what is about to happen is a bit unrealistic. But hey, it's fan fiction! Who cares? So just stick with me, okay?

Nic- That's me! The one with the wonderful, secret imagination! Lol. You should know me better than that! Or ask Jess- she knows. I'm glad you can tell it is mine- I would be more worried if it was the other way round! Though I think I'm more outgoing with this writing, probably just cause I'm less afraid of what people think on here! Enjoy your holiday if I don't speak to ya before then!

Sunny Bob Joe- Haha- you would really plead for 30 minutes? Wow! You must really like my story! Thank you very much!

Captainme- I'm trying to change it, but it is quite hard. I'll try and do it more in the next chpater, promise!!!

Elizabeth's POV:-

Around me, girls were screaming and several were jumping up and down on the spot with excitement. All lingering traces of warmth were gone, and I rubbed my hands together and blew on them to heat them up.
"Oh my god!" Squealed one girl to her friend, "We're going to see Orli!" She looked around hopefully, as if expecting to see him coming towards her.
"Don't forget Brad," added her friend. She glanced at the banner the she was holding, and I tried to read what it said. Mel n' Manda 4 Orli Brad. I pointed it out to Lori who explained that it was short for Mel and Manda for Orlando Bloom and Brad Pitt.
"What kind of names are Mel and Manda?" I asked inquisitively. Lori grinned and I blushed, realising how I had sounded.
"Short forms of Melanie and Amanda," She reassured me, "A lot of people shorten their names. Don't you ever do that?" I shook my head.
A scream erupted from somewhere, and I craned my neck to see where it was coming from. A shiny black car had driven up, and everyone was looking expectantly at it. I could only assume that someone important was in the car.
A man dressed in black opened the door and climbed out of the other side. He walked round and opened the back door closest to us. As it swung open, a handsome man with chestnut coloured hair stepped out, accompanied by a pretty woman with long hair.
Around us, frantic shouts of "Brad! Over here!" and "Jennifer!" became overwhelming, and I blinked blindly as flashes were set off in every direction. I noticed that Lori had pulled out the camera and was taking pictures over the girl in front's shoulder.
Suddenly, I understood why Lori had made me come so early. Brad began to move along the lines of people, clutching hands, posing for pictures and signing bits of paper. We were only one row behind the barriers, but when I looked behind me, I could see endless rows of people.
A girl elbowed me, thinking I was her friend. "S... sorry," she stuttered. I shrugged her off and watched Brad's progress along the carpet.

"Orlando! Oh my god, it's him!" I spun around and there was an almost exact duplicate of Will getting out of a car. If his hair had been longer and his clothes more like Will's then I would have thought it was him.
He strode towards us, grinning broadly at his fans. He blushed as one girl lifted a sign, but I couldn't read what it said from where I was. Lori laughed loudly in my ear. "That's one cracker of a sign."
I dismissed this comment as there were hundreds of what Lori had called banners littering the crowd. Brad passed us, but by now my eyes were focused only on Orlando. I stood perfectly still, barely breathing as he passed thousands of adoring fans.
He looked up and his eyes locked on mine. His chocolate coloured eyes no longer flitted over the hoards of people. They were focused on me. He strode past a multitude of grappling, outstretched arms and stopped in front of me.
I smiled shyly and he spoke in a soft whisper to a woman beside him. He nodded slowly and then moved back to the middle of the carpet where he posed for yet another picture. He walked on, this time paying attention to the other side.
The woman he had spoken to rushed over, her pony tail fluttering behind her. "Excuse me? Could you please come with me?" I looked around to see who the woman was talking to and noticed that everyone around me was glowering at Lori and I. Their lips were pursed in bitter frowns and their eyes bore into me.
Then it clicked. She was talking to me. "Me?" She nodded and offered me something. "What's this?" Lori grabbed it and shoved it into my hand.
"A backstage pass. Well, not exactly. More your ticket to meet Orlando." She grinned at me, but the smile did not reach her eyes which were pools of envy.
"Are you with her?" Lori nodded and the woman delved into her bag, bringing out another pass. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to go round. Follow the instructions on this bit of paper, please." She shoved a small sheet of paper into my hands and hurried after Orlando.
Lori grabbed me and began to push through the crowds behind her. "C'mon." I looked at her as she tugged my hand and then sighed and rushed after her. The crowd flooded forwards to fill our newly vacated places, and we had to fight our way past them.
After much pushing and shoving we made it out of the crowd. I looked desperately for the woman who had spoken to us, but she was nowhere in sight. I stood lost in the crowd while Lori tried to make sense of the instructions.
"This way." She disappeared round a corner, and for one horrible moment I thought I would lose her, but there were less people here, and could walk a little way behind her without worrying. A huddle of people stood around a door, and as we reached it Lori made her way through towards it.
People tried to barricade her, looks of disgust clear on their faces, but luckily the woman appeared, and started waving her hands to signal for people to let us through. She shut the door tightly behind us and we were led up a metal staircase.
"Please wait here." I sat in a plush chair and looked around the room as she left. There were a few armchairs and two sofas which were all covered in cream linen. The wooden frame of the coffee table was highly polished and the glass centre lacked in the usual mucky finger prints. There were no windows, only neutral pictures and a beautiful wooden clock.
Lori wandered over to a table which had a silver vase filled with red roses on it. She picked up a leaflet that was lying there and flicked through it before replacing it. I watched her as she tried to hide her excitement and ambled over to the armchair next to mine.
The door opened and she stood up again as the woman re-entered. "Follow me." We both hurried after her as she began to explain what was happening. "Orlando has arranged for you to go into the premiere. It starts in half an hour, once all of the guest have arrived so we have just enough time to get you ready before you go in."
"Get us ready?" Lori raised her eyebrows and our gazes met in amazement. "You mean we get to go into the movie? Where are we going to sit?"
"Beside Orlando." She turned into a room and I gasped. It was a dressing room. There were mirrors lit up by bright lights and a clothes rail stood in one corner. We were immediately whisked away and people began to ask us questions. I answered as best I could, but Lori did most of the talking.
"We had our hair cut this afternoon, but it's a bit windblown." I was shoved into a chair and someone sprayed water on my hair and something that smelled like hairspray. They grabbed a hairdryer, and someone else switched on a pair of straighteners.
I glanced at Lori who was being treated in the same way, but she had a broad grin on her face. I was forced to look straight ahead as a woman with blonde hair began to wipe off my make up.
For the next fifteen minutes, we were prodded, poked and preened until we looked spotless. A layer of my hair had been swept up into at the back and twisted into a complicated knot, while the rest hung down. My eyes sparkled with the glittering green eye shadow that had been brushed on, and my lips shone as much as my smile.
Lori had been transformed in a similar way, but with different make up and a different hairstyle. She stared her reflection as though the person she saw there was not her, and prodded her bun, which was held up by two black sticks, tentatively.
Someone tugged at my arm and pushed me behind a screen where I pulled off my jeans and T-shirt. A woman with a dress over her arm came round and handed me a strapless bra and tights before turning away. I looked at them stupidly and the put them on, taking off my own bra.
"I've got them on." The woman was back in an instant and she helped me to ease into a flowing dress. It was strapless, but the corset designed to hold me in was not as tight as the ones I wore at home. The dress flared out slightly, the emerald green taffeta just touching the ground.
I slid my feet into a pair of black, high-heeled sandals as she fastened the clasp on a diamond necklace. I stood calmly as she attached a bracelet to each wrist and then draped a shawl over my arms.
I emerged from behind the screen with my head held high to find Lori in a simple black dress which hung to just below her knees. "Wow. You look amazing." I risked a look in the mirror and nearly stopped breathing at what I was there. That couldn't be me! I wasn't that beautiful. I took a last look and followed Lori outside.

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I stepped out of the car after Lori. Fiona- that was the woman who had been with Orlando- had insisted that we walk along the red carpet before going in. My stomach fluttered as I strode up to the beginning and looked at the thousands of people standing along it.
We made our way along it slowly, talking to the occasional person who asked us who we were or held out paper for us to autograph, thinking we were famous. At one point, we were stopped by a photographer and made to pose for a picture and give our names.
Finally, we reached the door and waved back along the carpet as everyone else had been doing to provide one last opportunity for photographs before striding inside. We looked around in amazement at the people milling about inside. Some of them were talking and drinking, others were being interviewed or photographed, and a few were making their way through another set of doors.
Orlando appeared from the crowd and rushed over to us. "I'm so glad Fiona managed to get you ready. Are you enjoying yourselves?" Lori grinned and blushed, but her usually talkative mouth seemed to be on strike.
"Yes. This is great." He smiled and I noticed that he was looking more at me than Lori. "It was good of you to do this."
"No trouble at all. The only thing is that I have no idea what your names are." He grinned sheepishly and I laughed. Lori was still gaping at him so I answered again.
"I'm Sarah and this is Lori, my sister. I'm surprised she is being this quiet, usually it's getting her to shut up that's the problem." His laugh was rich, but not mean.
"Why did you ask us to come here?" Lori blurted out. "I mean, why us?" Orlando looked embarrassed and I nudged Lori.
"Umm... you caught my eye." We shared a shy smile and Lori glared at me. It soon melted into a forced smile as Orlando led us towards Brad Pitt. "Brad, this is Sarah and Lori."
"Hello, how do you do?" He shook each of our hands in turn. "Are you looking forwards to seeing the movie?" I nodded, and Lori's tongue snapped into action.
"I can't wait." The woman beside Brad who the crowd had called Jennifer earlier beamed at us and I smiled shyly. "I've never been to anything like this before."
Everyone laughed, and Lori blushed madly. "Well I hope you enjoy it." An announcement informed everyone that we should begin to make our way into the showcase, and more people started to spill through the doors I had seen.
Orlando offered me his arm, and we entered together, being stopped briefly for a short interview on the way there. Once inside, we strolled down to our seats and sat down. I sat next to Orlando, and Lori sat on my other side.
"Tell me honestly Orlando, why did you invite us?" I asked Orlando as we waited. He looked at me carefully, examining me with interest.
"Call me Orli, or OB." He grinned. "You really want to know?" I nodded eagerly. "I asked you because when I saw you my heart stopped." I bit my lip nervously. "I wanted to come in with you."
"And now that you've talked to me do you like me more or less?" He looked up at the screen and then back to me.
"More. Because when I talk to you, you talk back. You don't try to impress me or become shy like your sister did." He lowered his voice to a whisper as the lights dimmed. "You talk to me like a real person and so far you haven't given me any crap."

A/N Okay- don't shoot me! I told you it was unrealistic but don't tell me you wouldn't like that to happen (if not with Orli then with someone else!) You might have been able to guess that I've never been to a premiere so I have no idea what really happens but the way I did it seems okay. Anyways please review! (I know I don't update that often but it's hard so I'll try harder over the holidays!)