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MidReal Story
My Dream Come True
Scenario: me, Dylan Byers, a left handed 13 year old girl who is supa imaginative, a girl who is cute and beautiful, a story writer, a basketball player, a girl who likes to sing, a girl who loves the band One Direction, and an artist who draws cloths and people, meets 2010 one direction in Hollywood for a filming because the marketing guy, Marcel, introduced me to one direction and said that I am one direction new movie's fation designer.
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Dylan Byers
enthusiastic, and creative. Dylan dreams of meeting One Direction and becoming a famous fashion designer. She meets the band through Marcel, a marketing executive, who introduces her as their new movie's fashion designer. Dylan is thrilled to work with the band and designs outfits for their film. Her interactions with the band members reveal her innocence and eagerness to learn.
Harry Styles
laidback, and witty. Harry is initially skeptical about Dylan's role as their fashion designer but warms up to her enthusiasm. He teases her playfully about her age and inexperience but offers helpful advice on the film set. Harry's interactions with Dylan show his friendly nature and willingness to support her despite initial reservations.
Liam Payne
responsible, and protective. Liam takes an interest in Dylan's wellbeing on set, ensuring she stays hydrated during filming breaks. His concern for her health reveals his caring nature despite his initial skepticism about her age.
Hey!
My name is Dylan Byers.
I am 13 years old.
I am left handed.
I am super cute and beautiful (not that I am biased or anything).
I am very imaginative.
I like to write stories, poetry, and songs.
I am a basket ball player (I play point guard).
I like to sing and make music.
I love One Direction!
If I had to choose a favorite it would be Louis Tomlinson, but I think all the boys are adorable in their own ways.
I want to be a famous fashion designer when I grow up.
I also want to write a best selling romance novel and have a successful music career.
I can kind of play basketball, well not really, but I can shoot hoops!
I am kind of a girly tomboy.
I like sports and being adventurous, but I also like girly stuff like clothes, makeup, accessories, etc.
Now let me tell you my story...
Once upon a time...
"Dylan!"
I heard my mom scream from downstairs.
"WHAT?!"
I yelled back.
It was Saturday morning so I was sleeping in because I was on summer vacation.
It was 10:30am and I wanted to sleep in till 12pm like I always did during the weekends.
"Dylan! Come down here NOW! The marketing guy for One Direction is here and he wants to meet you!"
My heart stopped beating when I heard that.
One Direction was HERE?!
Oh my gosh!
They were my FAVORITE boy band!
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My hair was a mess of tangles from sleep.
I yanked open my dresser drawer and socks went flying out everywhere as I searched for my One Direction concert shirt from last summer.
It was black and had all their faces on it.
It was soft and comfy, but the faces were starting to fade because I washed it so much.
I pulled it over my head, getting my left arm stuck in the process.
I heard male voices talking downstairs.
My heart started pounding faster.
I took a deep breath, ready to meet my dreams head-on.
I stumbled down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet.
I froze in the doorway when I saw a tall man in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie standing in our living room.
He had dark hair that was styled neatly and a leather portfolio under his arm.
He was talking to my mom who was smiling brightly.
This must be Marcel, the marketing guy.
He looked exactly like I pictured him: professional, stylish, and successful.
I gripped my sketchbook to my chest as my hands shook nervously.
I had drawn some outfit ideas for One Direction in it.
Marcel turned his head and his eyes met mine.
His eyebrows raised slightly as he took in my appearance.
His gaze lingered on my t-shirt for a moment before he smiled knowingly.
Before I could say anything, he strode over to me and held out his hand for me to shake.
"Hello Dylan. I'm Marcel. It's nice to meet you."
I stared at him for a second before shaking his hand.
"It's nice to meet you too," I said shyly.
He dropped my hand and gestured to the sketchbook I still held tightly against my chest.
"May I see your work?" he asked politely. My heart stopped beating again as I hesitated.
My drawings weren't perfect and they were pretty sloppy at times, but they were from the heart and showed how much I loved One Direction's music.
With a deep breath, I handed him the sketchbook, hoping this moment would change everything.
He flipped through the pages, stopping occasionally to nod his head thoughtfully.
I stood there awkwardly, playing with the hem of my t-shirt as I waited for him to say something.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the front door banged open and Lotus rushed in, her face flushed and her eyes wide.
She was clutching pieces of a pink dress that were ripped and covered in glitter.
"Dylan, I need your help!"
she blurted out, but then froze when she saw Marcel standing there.
Her eyes widened as she realized she had interrupted something very important.
Marcel raised his eyebrows at her sudden appearance and closed my sketchbook slowly.
I stared between them, unsure whether to go help my best friend or stay for this life-changing meeting.
He held my sketchbook out for me to take and I grabbed it quickly.
My stomach twisted with anxiety.
I had a feeling he was going to tell me that my drawings weren't good enough and that this meeting was a waste of time.
But instead, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through some photos.
He stopped on one and turned the screen towards me.
It was a photo of a girl walking down a runway in a black dress with pink flowers sewn into the fabric.
The dress was elaborate with intricate details that looked like they were hand sewn.
Marcel's dark eyes met mine as he spoke.
"This is from last year's Teen Fashion Week in Los Angeles," he explained.
"We're looking for someone to create some outfits for our models to wear during the runway show. We want to find someone who is new and fresh, but talented enough to create something that will make our brand stand out."
He flipped through some more photos of the different outfits that were shown during the event.
Each one was more elaborate than the last with intricate designs and details that looked like they took hours to complete.
I leaned forward as I studied each one closely, taking in all the little details that made them so beautiful. Lotus moved closer to see what Marcel was showing me, but she kept her ruined dress clutched in her hands.
Marcel flipped back to the first photo he showed me and tapped his finger on the model's dress.
"Can you create something similar, but with your own twist?" he asked thoughtfully.
I nodded eagerly, my hands shaking as I grabbed my pencil and flipped to a blank page in my sketchbook.
Lotus leaned in, whispering urgently, "Dylan, this could be your big break!"
Marcel glanced at her and then back at me, adding, "We need the designs by next week; can you handle that?"
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the opportunity, and replied, "Yes, I can do it—I'll make sure it's perfect."