The Castings (On Hold and Editing/ Hiatus)

1 The Dreamer on a Tree

Dedicated to: Periwinklekrinkle

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have had the courage to post this story or to even write this story at all!

You should also check out her story, “The Heartbreaker’s Story”. I am absolutely in love with it!

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The CASTINGS: Chapter 1 The Dreamer on a Tree

Blinding camera flashes, crazed teen fans, annoying paparazzi, fancy dresses, famous people, can any of you guess where I am right now?

I'll give you guys a hint: long and red.

I, Cassidy or "Cassy" Avery Hastings, am strutting down the famous red carpet wearing a short, black, sequined dress, that's not itchy, 4 inch black stiletto heels, with a matching silver clutch and my signature black bracelet.

But then, I oh so fabulously...

tripped.

I shouldn't have worn these cursed 4 inch heels.

Why don't we just stop my humiliation, and skip to the part where they announce my name and my book as the winner for The Best Teenage Novel Award.

So far, Nicholas Hoult won as Best Male Actor, Paramore won as Best Music Group or Band, CSI: Miami won as Best Detective Show, The Avengers won as the Best Movie, and a bunch of other faves of mine won.

"The nominees for Best Teenage Novel are..." blah blah blah say my name.

Okay, before you judge me, I'm not some self-centered stuck up bitch, alright? I'm actually just pretty nervous because of the fact that my fellow nominees actually wrote some great books with well-thought of plot lines.

There was one about Vampires, another one about Fairies, then Secret Agents, and the last was about Werewolves; I've read them all. Mine was just plainly about Music, but yeah I love the plot line of my story the most cause I'm biased.

"...and Hear Me Out written by Cassidy Avery Hastings!" The announcer shouts, as I waved to the camera, and the crowd applauds for me, and cheers my name.

"And now the award for Best Teenage Novel goes to..." The announcer trailed as silence eerily takes over the auditorium.

You know that really long pause that announcers do for a dramatic effect in announcing something important? Well it gets annoying through time. In between that extremely long pause, my heart beats faster, my palms sweat like crazy; okay my whole body's sweating! I don't think they would want to give me my congratulatory handshake and hug anymore because I'm sweating like a pig. Yeah, I think that's the sign that I'm not winning this thing.

Oh God, I think I'm gonna hyperventilate.

This is some nerve-racking shit! 

Maybe I should just ditch the whole thing, hide in a cubicle in the ladies room, and wait for the entire event to end. But then again, I can't do that. People are gonna start wondering why I'm in there again, considering that I've been in there 7 or maybe 8 times for the last 60 minutes. No, I don't have "LBM", or Loose Bowel Movement, that causes people to continuously shit throughout the day.  

"...sidy Avery Hastings!"  Why'd he say my name? Did I win?

The crowd goes wild.

Heck yeah, I won!!

Okay, Cassy be humble. Be humble.

I stand up and hug my fellow nominees *wink wink* my family, friends, and I slap the many extended arms of my adoring fans with my hands while running towards the stage.