Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She could remember the exact moment she'd been told she had won the contest. She'd been working on grading some papers for class when one of her friends from the writing group called her, shrieking excitedly and so unintelligible that she had to hold the phone away from her ear to let the woman calm down before listening to the fact that she had won the IFPC Fresh Faces screenwriting contest. The announcement had been posted online on the IFPC Studios' website since that morning, but teaching Britannian history to middle schoolers left very little time to actually check the internet at work. Especially not with twenty twelve year olds to worry about and fuss over. They were at that age, after all and even the most dedicated teacher really wondered if it was at all worth it some days. She'd only been a teacher for about three years, and while she loved her students, her true love had always been writing. She'd written short stories for magazines and such, had even been in an anthology or two, but nothing that would have gotten her noticed. Her novel had languished since high school, through constant rewrites and revisions, sent off to publishers with rejection notice after rejection notice, and it had really become more of an ongoing personal project these days, something she might self publish one day. At least until today. Because her adaptation of her novel into a screenplay had apparently been good enough to bring her to the attention of IFPC Studios and their Fresh Faces Screenwriting contest. The next week or so had been a whirl. Photographs and interviews with media outlets, people that had rejected her novel outright calling to fawn over her dialoguestage directions only version, a phone call from Perseus ex Britannia's publicist, expressing the princeactor's excitement about meeting her to discuss the script. She didn't think she'd been imagining him when she started reworking the characters, but perhaps she was. The main character hadn't been a handsome blonde man before, had been more of a rugged, hardbitten expat type. The story was a bit slow at first, but had a good pace, had built well, and was actiony enough to be enjoyable. It was historical, set in a medieval sort of time, with adventure and romance and a bit of horror and if you were going to cast an actiony romance novel of a movie, well, who better than the Golden Prince of Hollywood? Her students had of course been utterly enthralled and Miss Theodora Huntington had gone from mild mannered history teacher to celebrity in her students' eyes overnight. Amazing how much more close attention they paid in class now! However, now that she sat in the limo that had been sent to bring her to the studio to meet with the director and the prince himself, she could feel the nervousness welling up. After all, what business did she have, meeting with famous directors and producers and movie stars? Who was she to be getting involved in all this? She sighed a bit inwardly as the dark glassed limousine was waved through to the security checkpoint at the gate and then through the gates, past throngs of reporters and media people covering the meeting between the winner and the prince. Of course, once she was inside the gates and being driven to meet with the prince, she could feel her stomach start doing flip flops. The car stopped and she hesitated, looking out the window. This was entirely more stressful than she'd have liked, to be entirely honest. However, such was life, and so with a deep breath, she nodded to the driver, who got out and went to her door, opening it for her. She wasn't terribly tall, but neither was she short, perhaps about five and a half feet tall, her dark brown hair pulled back into a neat French braid, large round glasses perched on a slightly upturned nose with a nervous smile pasted on soft pink lips, slightly chapped from chewing on them. She was pretty in a very understated sort of way, all large gray eyes made larger by the glasses, the sort of pallor that came with a degree in history and a tendency to lose entire afternoons Wiki-hunting from one topic to another. She'd dressed nicely, in one of her teaching suits, as her friends called them, a pretty tweed skirt suit and white blouse, wearing quite sensible shoes with a low heel. She looked less like a writer and more like a college professor and she smiled a bit nervously as she regarded the prince, offering her hand for him to shake. Your Highness, it's a great pleasure to meet you. She said, firmly but a bit breathless, and she could swear that her whole intestinal system had just turned upside down from the experience.