"Penny was waiting outside her agent's office. Her agent was in charge of the actors. Her agent always took long. Longer than normal or even what others would consider polite. His excuse was that he was dealing with rising stars. In comparison to the others, she was somehow stagnant and sometimes in the middle of the night she knew she was actually a falling star.

She needed to clear her mind because in this meeting she had to act compose and let her agent know she was ready for more diverse roles than murdered extra #222. She took out a small notebook and pen. She wrote a few lines and before she knew it she had finished another poem. Her notebook was almost full there were even random napkins and pieces of paper in the back of it that contain other poems and ideas for short stories. She had fallen into writing when she was a middle school student and even wrote now in between auditions and takes to kill time.

After, another half hour passed she decided to get a drink of water. She left her notebook on the table next to the bulletin. Penny turned around there was a loud crash behind her. Right in front of the bulletin board, there was a woman panicking and apologizing to everyone in the immediate vicinity about the loud chaos she had caused a few moments before picking up everything she could. Penny immediately went to help.

Here let me help you!". The woman smiled and said thanks. As Penny approached the corner table she realized her notebook was not there. Immediately, she began searching underneath the table and there next to the shattered lamp was her notebook. She was happy. She clutched her notebook to her chest.
She immediately got her notebook and placed it inside her purse. However, it was too light. She realized more was missing than just her notebook. The small scraps of paper were missing.

She turned around and to her astonishment, she saw the klutzy woman from earlier reading a tattered napkin. Her tattered napkin.

"Hi, excuse me. Those papers you collected are actually all mine. Sorry about that but can I have them back?"

"I am so sorry. I was just so lost in your words. What you wrote here is really amazing!'"

"Umm, thank you."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Marisol Rivas. I am the new agent here and I was just posting my information on the bulletin board when everything you know fell over"

"Oh, that's great!I mean not the falling part but the agent part"

"Thanks, this is a really great opportunity since I'm the first lit agent they hire. By the way, are you represented?"

"Yes, by Eric Nicmallan."

"Oh, so you are an actress. That's wonderful! But you write also?"

"Here and there"

"That's a shame. You have a great gift. If you don't mind why don't I represent you as a literary agent. I know a few publishers that would really love to print your work"

"I have never thought of that but I'm really focused on my acting"

"Heres my card and I really do hope you change your mind"

Penny sat down again. She continued to wait for her agent even after another hour had passed.