People will tell you that magic doesn't exist. We're here to tell you otherwise. Drew and I, we've dealt with it. It's not all good. In fact, from what we can tell, not a lot of it is. The Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson, they had it right, jot Disney.
See, we want to tell you this so that you don't get caught up in something horrible like we did. Drew's quite convinced that we'll have a hoard of angry Fae and witches and vampires chasing after our souls, just to mention a few generic beasties, but I figure it's worth it, just so no one else has to deal with something horrible like we had to. I know I can handle them if they come for us. Drew'll likely be cowering in a corner somewhere.
See, we were just two average teenage guys until earlier this year. I blame it on Drew. He says it all turned out OK, so what's the issue really.
Between you and I, while it did turn out OK, it almost didn't. Actually, it almost went all wrong and it would have been entirely my fault, not his. Drew's yelling at me right now, telling me that I need to let it go.
Believe me, I'd love to stop thinking about it, to go back to being just an average teenager, but I can't. See, there are some things I haven't told even Drew about. Now he's yelling at me that I should tell him and what haven't I been telling him. It's quite irritating really. Shove off mate. I'm getting a headache. I'll tell you as soon as this is done.
Drew wants me to write this because he says I'm a better writer (utter load of horse manure) but I only know the second half of the story, so you'll have to put up with his horse shit before getting to the good stuff. Shut it, Drew, we all know that I have the awesome part to tell.
We know that we sound crazy. You'd believe us if you were with us, though. We had to deal with a lot. But if we're being honest, I had to deal with a lot more than Drew did.
Will you be quiet already! Oh, wait, he's got a stiff ankle. Curse you Broadway stars and all that jazz, we know, Drew. You've said it a million times already. I'll be right back.
Alright, I'm going to give the pen to Drew so that he can tell you what we did to get here in the first place.
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Like A Broken Statue
FantasyNever make a diva angry. Especially if that diva happens to be Adam Rann, soon-to-be famed actor, teen heartthrob and idol of local theatre nerds. Drew learned that lesson the hard way, and it broke him. Ace was the one left picking up the pieces...