He walked into the room. A spring in every one of his steps. His smile wide as if he was on top of the world. His eyes telling a story. A grand tale of happiness and sorrow. He sat down nearest his friends. Kicking his feet up on the table. He turned and looked at his friends questioning gazes.
"How does every great story start? Does it start at the beginning? Or does it start with the action? Does it tell you why you should keep going? Or does it make you keep going to find out the answers? Is the beginning filled with crazy stories? Or does it build up to that?"
There was a long pause.
How does every great tale begin?
"So there is this girl..."
