A/N: This was an experiment of writing with AI. I used minimal editing in this peace because I wanted to see what the AI could do. It could use some serious help don't think will let AI do what I need it to do because It won't write sex scenes. I had to run each chapter through a ton of filters til it could approximate the feeling I wanted to convey... but I did write a huge 180K words in one day. So... helpful? IDK. I am posting the first chapter, Y/all let me know if you want to see the rest. You will start to see some patterns and when I changed from my dramatic type prose to the more sarcastic tone... It is so funny how drastic it is.
Everything except my author's notes will be A/I generated. So if you have thoughts let me know I will respond in the author's notes.- talk to you later! S.K.
Summary: Two exceptionally talented young actors, have been fierce competitors since their childhood. must set aside their rivalry to collaborate and make their mark in Hollywood. Tori, the effervescent and vivacious performer, has always taken the spotlight, while Jade's enigmatic and rebellious persona keeps her distant from the crowd. As fate intertwines their paths, they discover that their shared passion for acting unites them more than their differences divide.
Chapter 1: Auditions and Alliances
Oh, how wonderful! Picture this: The universe, in all its infinite wisdom, has decided to bless me with Tori Vega's presence at my audition. Could life get any better? Note the sarcasm dripping like a soggy umbrella.
So, I waltz into the audition den, and lo and behold, there's Tori, practically shimmering like a Times Square billboard. Clearly, New York agrees with her – or is it just her magical aura that's attracting pigeons and tourists alike?
Now, cut to my stellar audition, where I'm pouring my soul into the role, channeling the energy of every jaded New Yorker I've encountered. Meanwhile, what's the casting director doing? Oh, just giving Tori the kind of attention the Empire State Building wishes it could command.
And don't even get me started on the frustration. Not at Tori, of course – more like at the cosmic sitcom that my life has turned into. Here I am, an actor in the city that never sleeps, putting on a show, and guess who's stealing the scene? If you guessed Tori Vega, give yourself a round of applause.
At the end of my Shakespearean drama, I emerge from the audition room, pondering the mysteries of the universe and contemplating my role in this grand cosmic joke. The sidewalk becomes my stage, and as I pace, I can practically feel the cosmos chuckling at my expense.
But hey, let's not forget the silver lining. Sure, Tori's collecting casting director trophies like NYC tourists collect I NY T-shirts. But you know what? I've got my own spotlight, and even if it's currently flickering like a subway platform light, it's mine, darn it.
So, I hop into a taxi, ready to escape the theatrics and auditions, and as the city zooms by, I can't help but marvel at the unpredictable storylines life conjures. Auditions may come and go, but the rivalry – oh, that sweet, delightful rivalry with Tori – it's my own personal sitcom plot twist. Bring on the popcorn.
Ah, Tori Vega, my unexpected muse in this chaotic tale. Who would've thought that amidst the city's honking horns and pretzel vendors, you'd be the one inspiring my journey? As the taxi races forward, I realize my story's a New York narrative, and in this sprawling urban jungle, we don't need identical characters cluttering up the scene.
Here's to auditions that rival the chaos of Times Square on New Year's Eve, to curveballs as unexpected as subway delays, and to the NYC epiphanies that catch us off guard. While the spotlight might be as fickle as a fashion trend, I'm here, steering my NYC narrative with equal parts grit and attitude.
Just when I thought the plot couldn't get any spicier, a twist! As I step onto the bustling sidewalk, there's Tori Vega, radiating positivity like a Central Park sunrise. She greets me, that signature grin making an appearance.
"Hey, Jade," she says, enthusiasm practically leaping off her like a Broadway dancer.
I lean against a trendy café, armed with sarcasm. "Tori, what a surprise. Couldn't resist adding some star power to my audition, huh?"
She chuckles, the sound infectious. "Just contributing to the NYC drama, you know?"
I give her my patented eye roll. "Right, because that's what we need – more drama."
Tori grins, and it's like she's auditioning for a rom-com lead. "Don't worry, Jade. I'm not here to steal your thunder. Just doing my thing."
I suppress a smile, because, really, who knew Tori Vega could be amusing? "Oh, I'm fully aware you have your thing, Vega."
She laughs, and I'll admit, it's not half bad. "Well, just remember, we're in this NYC saga together. Whether we like it or not."
A beat passes, a moment that feels oddly genuine, beneath the layers of rivalry.
I smirk, because if there's one thing I can do, it's keep up with Tori. "Don't expect me to hold your hand through this concrete jungle, Vega."
She winks, matching my banter like a seasoned pro. "Wouldn't dream of it, West."
As Tori walks away, that sunny disposition intact, I'm left standing there, contemplating the absurdity of this NYC narrative. Who knew that in the land of hot dog stands and subway dancers, Tori Vega would be the co-star of my story? As I watch her blend into the bustling crowd, I can't help but wonder what other plot twists this city has in store for us.
After the unexpected encounter with Tori on the busy New York City streets, I find myself back in my NYU dorm room, the sounds of the city fading into the background. The room feels smaller than usual as if the energy of the city has crept in with me. I flop down on my bed, my mind still replaying our brief exchange.
Tori Vega – the girl who's been my rival since high school. It's funny how life throws these curveballs at you, forcing you to confront things you'd rather keep buried. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes and leaning back against the pillow, my thoughts spiraling like a subway map.
On one hand, I can't stand her. She's like that persistent pigeon that keeps stealing your fries no matter how many times you shoo it away. From high school drama to auditions in the big city, Tori Vega has been a constant presence, always managing to get under my skin.
But then, there's that other hand. The one that holds memories of laughter shared over late-night snacks, the camaraderie that emerged during the rare moments when our rivalry took a back seat. It's like an ongoing performance – the push and pull, the banter, the frustration. It's all part of the script we've been improvising since the beginning.
As I open my eyes, I can't help but admit that it's not all about animosity. There's something about Tori, a spark that's hard to ignore. She's got this infectious energy, like a street performer who's captivating everyone around her. And yeah, I can't help but get swept up in it sometimes, even when I'd rather not.
I reach for my sketchbook on the nightstand, my fingers tracing the patterns on the cover. Sketching has always been my way of untangling thoughts, of making sense of the chaos within. I flip open the pages, the blank canvas staring back at me, and I let my mind wander.
With each pencil stroke, Tori's face begins to emerge on the page – those expressive eyes, that contagious smile. I capture the essence of our rivalry, the tension between us, but also the moments that defy explanation. As the image takes shape, I can't help but reflect on how our dynamic has evolved, and how it's not just about competition anymore.
Closing the sketchbook, I let out a sigh. The truth is, Tori Vega is a mystery I'm not sure I'll ever solve. Maybe that's the charm of it all – the way we clash, the way we surprise each other. As I stare at the ceiling, I can't help but wonder what the next act of our ongoing saga will bring.
But for now, in the quiet of my dorm room, I'll let the city's rhythm lull me into a contemplative state. Tori Vega might be a puzzle I can't quite solve, but at least she's a puzzle that keeps life interesting in this concrete jungle. And as the sounds of the city continue to hum outside my window, I can't shake the feeling that our story is far from over.
Lost in my thoughts, I'm pulled from my reverie by the creak of the dorm room door. I glance up to see my college roommate, Miranda – or as she prefers to be called, Randy – stepping in. Randy's like a perpetual burst of sunshine, and right now, I'm not sure whether that's exactly what I need or not.
"Hey, Jade!" Randy greets me with her usual cheerful enthusiasm, her eyes bright and her smile radiant.
I manage a half-smile in response, pushing aside the thoughts of Tori that had occupied my mind just moments ago. "Hey, Randy."
Randy pouts playfully, her head tilting to the side. "Tough day?"
I nod, the memory of the failed audition still fresh. "Yeah, the audition was a total mess."
She pats the space next to her on the bed, her genuine concern evident in her eyes. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk about it."
Part of me is tempted to brush off her offer, to shut myself off and stew in my frustration. But there's something about Randy's presence that's comforting, even if it's not exactly what I need at this moment. I sigh and relent, joining her on the bed. She's always so understanding, even when I'd rather keep my emotions to myself.
"You know," I begin, my voice a touch softer, "you've got a thing for me, right?"
Randy's cheeks flush a light shade of pink, but she meets my gaze with a gentle smile. "Yeah, I do."
I reach out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You've always been there for me, Randy. Even when I'm a mess."
Her smile grows, and there's a hint of warmth in her eyes. "Well, that's what roommates are for."
Leaning in, I place a gentle kiss on her lips. It's a delicate connection, a silent reassurance that her presence is appreciated. She responds to the kiss, her lips moving against mine with a tenderness that makes my heart flutter.
Breaking the kiss, I meet her eyes, a mixture of warmth and gratitude in my own. "You're always eager to comfort, aren't you?"
She chuckles softly, her blush deepening. "I care about you, Jade."
I hush her with a soft shushing sound, my lips moving from hers to her neck, trailing a path of slow, deliberate kisses. Randy lets out a contented sigh, her fingers intertwining with mine as she leans back, allowing me to explore.
With a gradual movement, I guide her onto the nearby table, her legs wrapping around me as we share another kiss – this one softer, more intimate. It's a moment of comfort, a respite from the frustrations that have been gnawing at me all day.
As the kiss deepens, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us in this bubble of solace. It's a brief escape, a way to distance myself from the tangled mess of my thoughts, even if just for a moment.
Later, as we lie there, our breathing gradually returning to normal, I can't help but appreciate Randy's presence in my life. She's more than a roommate, more than a friend. She's an anchor of comfort, someone who offers solace without expecting anything in return.
Looking at her as she lies there, a peaceful expression on her face, I'm reminded of how much she reminds me of Tori. Not in appearance, of course – their physical features are distinctly different. But in the way they both bring a kind of lightness into my life, in the way they both seem to know just when I need a momentary escape from my own thoughts.
And as I lie there, tangled up with Randy, I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky to have someone like her in my life. Someone who's willing to offer a different kind of comfort, even if it's not the solution to the mess I've been avoiding.
The evening gradually gives way to night, the soft glow of the city's lights filtering through the window and casting gentle shadows across the room. Randy lies next to me, her breathing steady as sleep claims her. I watch her for a moment, feeling a sense of calm that only her presence seems to bring.
As exhaustion finally catches up with me, I let my eyes drift closed, and I'm pulled into a world of dreams. In this dream, I find myself in a bustling city, surrounded by the energy of New York. The skyscrapers loom above, their reflections shimmering in the windows of luxury boutiques that line the streets.
And then, amidst the crowd, I see her – Tori Vega. She stands across the street, her eyes fixed on me, a smile playing on her lips. In this dream, there's no rivalry, no bitterness. Just a sense of connection that I can't quite explain.
I cross the street, the sounds of traffic and footsteps fading into the background. Tori steps closer, her warmth radiating as if the world around us had disappeared. We talk, we laugh, and it's easy – so much easier than it's ever been in real life.
But as our laughter fills the air, the scene shifts abruptly. Now we're on a movie set, lights glaring and cameras rolling. Tori and I are standing side by side, our arms linked. We're not rivals here – we're co-stars, working together in harmony.
The director calls for action, and we dive into the scene with a chemistry that's undeniable. Lines flow effortlessly, and every glance exchanged is filled with unspoken understanding. It's like we're in sync, our performances complementing each other flawlessly.
But just as the scene reaches its climax, the setting changes once again. Now we're in a cozy apartment, soft music playing in the background. Tori is sitting on a couch, and I'm across from her, our eyes locked. There's a tension in the air – not the usual rivalry-fueled tension, but something deeper, something that's been lingering beneath the surface for years.
And then, slowly, she leans in, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It's a kiss filled with a mixture of emotions – longing, uncertainty, and something else that's hard to define. The kiss deepens, and for a moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of us.
But just as quickly as it began, the dream shatters. The scenes blur and shift, disjointed and disconnected. We're in a theater, on a beach, in a rain-soaked alley – fragments of moments that are beautiful yet fleeting.
I jolt awake, the remnants of the dream fading like mist. The room is still, bathed in the soft glow of dawn's first light. I'm left with a sense of longing, a feeling that the dream held a glimpse of something I've been denying myself.
As I lie there, mulling over the dream, I can't help but wonder about the complexities of my feelings for Tori. The rivalry, the attraction, the shared history – they're all tangled together in a mess that I've been avoiding. And while the dream might have been disjointed, it's left me with a nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, there's something more to our dynamic than I've been willing to admit.
The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I lie there for a moment, lost in my thoughts, replaying the disjointed dream in my mind. It's funny how dreams can unravel the threads of our subconscious, exposing feelings and desires we're too afraid to confront.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling me back to reality. I pick it up and groggily unlock the screen. A new message notification blinks at me, and as I tap on it, my heart skips a beat.
"Callback for the audition!" The words on the screen practically scream at me, and a mix of excitement and anxiety courses through my veins. I read through the details – a chemistry read for the same role I had auditioned for yesterday. Tomorrow. The tension in my chest tightens as I realize that this is my chance to redeem myself, to show them what I'm truly capable of.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It's both exhilarating and nerve-wracking – the opportunity to prove myself, to face my own doubts and insecurities head-on. But as I contemplate the callback, a wave of unease washes over me. This time, I won't just be auditioning for the part. I'll also have to navigate the chemistry between Tori and me, a chemistry that's always been as volatile as it is undeniable.
With a sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The events of yesterday, the dream, and the looming callback weigh heavily on my mind. I know I can't afford to be distracted. I have to focus, to channel all my energy into delivering a performance that leaves no room for doubt.
As I get ready for the day, I can't shake the feeling that destiny is playing a twisted game. The callback – a chance to prove myself – is also a twist of fate that places Tori right back in my path. The very person who's been my rival, my frenemy, since high school.
But there's something else, too. As much as I've denied it, there's a connection between us that runs deeper than rivalry. It's a bond forged in the fires of competition, an understanding that only we share. And now, we'll have to channel that understanding into a chemistry read that could change the trajectory of both our careers.
With one last look in the mirror, I gather my resolve. I'm not going to let my conflicting feelings or the weight of history hold me back. The callback is a chance to take control of my narrative, to rewrite the script in a way that empowers me.
As I step out of the door, I feel a mix of determination and trepidation. The city pulses around me, the bustling energy of New York becoming the backdrop for the next chapter in my journey. It's time to face the audition – and Tori – head-on, and prove to myself and everyone else that I'm more than just a rival. I'm an actress with the talent and tenacity to make it big in this city of dreams.
