Sorry people! I have been so busy. But here is how it works: I have no idea what direction to move this story in, so I'm gonna give it to someone to do what ever the heck they want with it. So just give me an E-mail and I'll send you the chapters off word. In the unlikely event of more than one person wanting it, then it's the first person who gets their letter sent.

Thanks for reading, Cellie

(I'll just repost the first chapter so it's not just an authors note.)

Hermione got dressed, and exited out he back door. She was feeling pretty good, there was a lot of people out there cheering for her, when she first got this job it was only for the money…

Flashback:

"Hermione? Hermione Granger?" The girl up on the stage said. Hermione slowly got to her feet. She could hear the dead silence in the air. She didn't know why she was here, she just saw the sign and thought it would pay alot…Hermione's face burned and she turned to face the crowd in the audience after climbing the stairs. The woman at the piano looked at her expectantly.

"Do you have anything you would like to sing in particular?" the woman said, looking doubtfully at her. Hermione could see why. Hermione the rest of them sing, and she was the last one to go. The rest of them had been flawless looking, with full lips and full eyelashes. Hermione, on the other hand, was rather mousy and bushy haired, with a skinny frame and next to no curves. Hermione gulped. "Well?" Said the woman impatiently. Hermione scanned her mind for a song for a musical.

"Umm," said Hermione in a tiny voice, "Spanish Rose from Bye Bye Birdie?" she said, her voice dieing out at birdie. There were snickers from the audience, but the woman looked at her with relief, a kind of 'at-least-you-know-something' look.

"Yes, alright." She said. She played the opening notes. And Hermione began to sing. At the beginning, she stood in one place, sung in a tiny voice, and rocked back and forth. But by the time she ended, she was moving around the stage, singing in a voice that reached the back of the audience, stood steady. When she ended, dead silence rung like a bell in the air. One person began to clap slowly, and at the end of the third clap, everyone on the theater had begun to clap, and were standing up. Hermione truly felt good for the first time this morning. It wasn't the kind of, 'I got another 100 on my homework' feel good', it was, 'I did something I didn't think I could do and I did it great!' feeling. And if you are like Hermione, who had only done stuff she knew she could do her entire life, that kind of feeling is good.

"Welcome to Starlet Theater Hermione." Said the woman in charge, and began to clap for her also.