Chapter 1

Mark: Jason

Jennifer: Charlie

Anthony: Simon

Donal: Declan

I don't own any of the songs in this, nor the characters.


"All right!" The deafening noise continued uninterrupted until, "QUIET!" Everyone turned to see their blonde director standing on a chair with her hands on her hips. A wry smile made its way across her face. "Thank you. Now that I have your attention, we can discuss how to lengthen the play in a civilised manner." She narrowed her eyes at the eight in front of her. "Who has any ideas?"

"Well, I think that, as the title character, I should get another song to sing, it's what the audience will be expecting." Krystal stated with a toss of her hair.

"But the fairy make-over queen scene was such a hit, we should add a few minutes to it." Tayla cut in. The arguing started up again building up a crescendo and she rolled her eyes before starting to get down from her chair, defeated, when a voice rang out above the rising chaos.

"Charlie should be in it." Everyone stopped to stare at the speaker, surprise clear on all their faces. "I mean, think about it, you're all arguing to extend your scenes but Charlie is the only one who doesn't have a scene at all." Charlie's eyes widened.

"Jason, I don't think…"

"It's a great idea!" Jess piped up.

"And besides, it's only fair." Maddie added. "You worked so hard on it; you should have a chance to be in it." Charlie looked round at all the faces turned towards her hesitantly.

"I don't know guys, I mean, it's a musical and I can't even sing…"

"That's a lie." Jason added, pushing to the front of the group, planting himself in front of Charlie, arms crossed. "You can sing and you know it." He challenged. "Don't you remember when we were younger and decided to start a band? We did singing lessons together for years!" Charlie slowly started to turn red as the others continued to look to her, earnestly. "I even have a plot in mind." She took one last look at the faces turned towards her before sighing and reluctantly nodding her agreement.

"Alright, what's this plot you had in mind?" Jason grinned.

"Well…"


As the curtain went down on the first act of their play, Jason approached Charlie, who was nervously fiddling with anything she could lay her hands on: clothes, hair… "Nervous?" She levelled a glare at him.

"What do you think? You know I've never sang in front of anyone before." He feigned injury.

"Ouch, Charlie, that hurt. You really think of me as nobody?" She sighed, glancing worriedly at the clock on the wall.

"You know what I mean Jason."

"You'll be fine." He took her hand from where it was twisting through her hair. "And you look fine, stop worrying."

"Time's up everyone!" The others appeared behind them, filing into their positions on stage. Jason squeezed Charlie's hand before heading to his own position. "Good luck."


The curtain came up upon a scene of a well furnished room, the living room of Cinderella's new apartment. Cinderella lies sprawled across a sofa whilst her stepmother and stepsisters clean around her.

Mark comes through the door with his two assistants, Anthony and Donal, thumbing through files. "Well Cinderella, the sales for your album are through the roof, you did a good job on that interview on Friday."

"Of course I did, I always do." Cinderella remained sprawled across her sofa, almost ignoring her guests.

"Well, we were thinking," he started.

"What a surprise!" came Cinderella's scathing reply but Mark simply continued, rolling his eyes.

"A great way to promote you, would be to have a competition,"

"Another?"

"In which the finalist would have to compete against you." Cinderella sat up in surprise.

"Against me!" She laughed mockingly, tossing her hair. "Why, they'll have no chance. I suppose I'll have to try to recall what it felt like back when I was in the competition."

"It's been four months Cinderella." Mark cut in dryly but she merely ignored him before flouncing off to her bedroom.


"And that was Cinderella with her latest song, 'It's All About Me'." Mark announced, slightly bored by now of Cinderella's antics. "And now, our final contestant of the evening, Miss Jennifer Garnet." As Jennifer stepped onto the stage, Mark froze and stood, transfixed, before the music started, breaking the spell and he sped off the stage as she began to sing, her voice capturing his attention once again.

I'm driving down this highway

I've got nowhere to go

No one waiting on me

No messages on my phone

'Cause I've got my guitar in the back seat

Guess I'm setting down this road

And there's nothing more that I need

Why do I feel alone?

'Cause I'll be alright

All I need is a sign

It's a long road

But I'm hoping things will just get better

Well I need to fight

Put everything on the line

I gotta make a change

It's now or never

I'm moving at my own pace

Not a chance of slowing down

To get to where I'm going

There's no time to wait around

Alright

'Cause I'll be alright

All I need is a sign

It's a long road

But I'm hoping things will just get better

Well I need to fight

Put everything on the line

I gotta make a change

It's now or never

You can't look back

At what could've been

You just gotta keep moving on

You can't think about

What should've been

It doesn't break you

It makes you stronger in the end

I know, I know

Yeah, well I know

'Cause I'll be alright

All I need is a sign

It's a long road

But I'm hoping things will just get better

Well I need to fight

Put everything on the line

I gotta make a change

It's now or never

'Cause I'll be alright

All I need is a sign

It's a long road

But I'm hoping things will just get better

Well I need to fight

Put everything on the line

I gotta make a change

It's now or never

'Cause I'll be alright

All I need is a sign

It's a long road

But I'm hoping things will just get better

Well I need to fight

Put everything on the line

I gotta make a change

It's now or never

The crowd broke into thunderous applause as Jennifer finished her song and smiling, stepped away from the microphone. An equally spellbound Mark approached her, taking her hand and holding it in the air, proclaiming, "Miss Jennifer Garnet" before ushering her off the stage. Once backstage, he turned to Jennifer, "I don't believe I've introduced myself, Miss Garnet, I'm Mark Augment." She took his proffered hand, flashing him a smile that left him dazzled. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr Augment."


"Well, ladies and gentlemen, you can see all our contestants behind me on stage but only one can make it through to our final where they will compete against Cinderella." From her spot on stage, Cinderella winked flirtatiously and blew theatrical kisses to the audience and cameras, causing many an eye roll but Mark, simply used to her antics, continued undeterred. "And that one is…" with a glance at the cameras, contestants, audience and finally the opened envelope, he finally cried out "Miss Jennifer Garnet!" at which point the studio erupted into cheers and thunderous applause whilst the contestants rushed to hug and congratulate the deserved finalist. Cinderella however, merely narrowed her eyes at aforementioned finalist before flashing a 'winning' smile at the cameras and flouncing dramatically off the stage.

Jennifer, still smiling excitedly, stepped off the stage to be faced with an equally smiling Mark. "Well, Miss Garnet, congratulations, you really deserve it."

"Thanks, it feels so surreal." She glanced around, smiling wistfully. "Almost like a dream."

"Well, I can assure you, it's real. You couldn't dream up something as fabulous as this!" Jennifer giggled and they reached the room where her coat and bag were. "Well, Miss Garnet, we'll have to arrange for you to meet with our costume designer sometime this week. She's so good; we call her the 'fairy make-over queen'. It's kind of an old nickname that stuck."

"I look forward to it, Mr Augment." She replied with a mock curtsey and a giggle.

"Please, call me Mark"

"Well, in that case, call me Jennifer." Mark smiled for what felt like the one hundredth time that evening, holding the door open for Jennifer.

"Well, I'll see you soon Jennifer."

"See you later, Mark." And with a final smile over her shoulder, she was gone.


Cinderella stormed into her apartment, slamming the bedroom door behind her. "Jennifer's so great! Jennifer this! Jennifer that!" Each venomous statement was punctuated by a spangled pillow flung across the room as she emitted a scream of frustration. "This show was supposed to be about me! She's not even that good; nothing on me!" Suddenly, a wicked smile spread across her face. "Well, I'll just have to wipe the floor with her in the final next week, won't I?" and, laughing manically, she flung herself onto her large bed.