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I went and got a haircut today and that inspired me to write the plot for this chapter.

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Chapter 6:

"Frankenstein. A New Rock Musical. Crew needed," said the poster on the wall in front of a theater.

"Perfect," Kim thought to herself. With his talent, he was sure to get a job there! She only hoped his appearance wouldn't overpower his creativity.

They walked in, slowly, but unfortunately, through the wrong entrance. They ended up right on the stage, during a girl's solo performance.

"STOP!" a man sitting in the empty auditorium said, gesturing to the singer and the orchestra.

"Hmph," said the singer, a tall, stick thin girl who looked like she had a hell of a temper. She had whitish, fake-blond hair tied in a high ponytail, and a little too much makeup. One look at her reminded Kim of the people she disliked in suburbia.

"Well, excuse me! Can you not read? It says 'stage door'. God, well, what do you want?" She said with a manicured hand on her hip.

"I'll take care of this, Pamela. I am the director."

"But I was just saying-"

"I said I'll take care of it. Go warm up a bit more. Now, how can I help you?"

"We're both sorry about-"Kim started.

"There are two of you? I think I see someone hiding in the shadows, why don't you come on out? You can't be shy in the theater business…"

Edward slowly walked towards the spotlight. Once he came into view, all became quiet except for the gasps that came out of everyone's mouths.

"He's a…a…a frea-"

"Shush, Pamela. Mind your manners."

"But LOOK at him. Look at those things! Don't you get it, he's going to kill you! Someone call the police!"

"Shut up, will you? Geez, when you're not singing, you can be a real pain in the ass. But…those are rather interesting pieces of equipment…I assume you're here to try out for the set design job, am I correct?"

"Yes, that's what he's here for." Kim answered.

"Does he have a resume?"

"Um…no."

"Alright, what school did he study at?"

"Um…um…"

"Listen, obviously he has very little experience and I have very little time for this. So, please, if you have nothing further to say, leave the stage, we're in rehearsal."

"But sir, can't you at least give him a chance? He's very talented…just give him some sort of a test…anything…"

"Hmm…what's his experience? What can he do?"

"Bushes. Hair. Ice." Edward finally said.

"Well, that certainly doesn't fit in with anything we need…but alright, I'll give you a test…let me see…"

"You said you could do hair? Let's see you do mine." Pamela walked towards him.

"Pamela, what-"

"No, seriously, if what he says is true, he can make me look like Elizabeth, the fiancée of Frankenstein. Well, go on!" She took a picture out of her coach bag of a woman with luscious long blonde hair. Pamela took off her ponytail and let her hair fall to her shoulders.

"Someone bring me a chair!"

Sure enough, a foldable chair was brought up to the stage.

"Work your magic," she said with a snort and pushed her head back. Edward got behind her, the picture in his mind. Before Pamela could say another rude word, he snipped off a big chunk of hair. And another. And yet another. Pieces of hair flew like snow all over the stage, causing Pamela to sit there with her mouth wide open, too shocked to say anything. Everyone squinted to try to see what her hair was becoming, but Edward was covering her up completely. Finally, when he drew his hands back, there was complete silence.

"Oh my God, what did he do? He made me bald, didn't he? NOW will you call the police?"

"Pamela, do me a favor. First of all, stop talking, and second of all, look into a mirror."

She quickly grabbed her purse and reached for her compact. She couldn't stop staring in disbelief. She was beautiful.

"Well, Ms. Harton, I guess you owe this young man an apology."

She didn't say a word. She just sat there, turning her head in every direction possible in the mirror, admiring her hair which now curled like the hair of a doll. It was like magic.

"Well, if you were honest about that then you are good enough for me. Now, my son, who is my assistant director is out as of the moment but will return later this evening. Come back here at 8:00 tonight and show him what you showed me. Just make sure you wear something a little more…formal and don't walk in with those scissors on your hands! Speaking of which, why don't you take those things off now so I can shake your hand and you can properly introduce yourself."

"I…can't"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I can't…they're my…real hands…" He said and lowered his head.

"Oh…OH. Oh dear, well, then, we'll figure something out about that. For now, can I shake your wrist?" He let out a chuckle. Edward just stared.

"…Alright, fine. Your name, then?"

"Edward."

"Edward…last name?"

"Boggs." Kim said with a smile.

Yay! The chapter's done! Next one will be very fluffy. By the way, with the whole bride of Frankenstein thing, it's a common misconception that Frankenstein is the monster's name. It's not. It's the inventor's name. And Elizabeth is the inventor's fiancée in the book. And I don't think she had that stereotypical grey afro-type hairstyle, I don't know, never read the book. So yeah. Just thought I'd clear that up. Oh, and I used Frankenstein b/c I read that Tim Burton used it as an inspiration for Edward Scissorhands and I never heard of a Broadway musical for it so I decided to use it.