Notes: Lost
Even with all the ideas I've been tossing around in my head for what happens where, I didn't expect I'd be writing anything (badly) about a dance club. This entire scene exists, in fact, only because Vince asked Sarah about it in the last chapter, something to merely convey that Sarah was trying to avoid him but felt bad about it.
Next thing I knew, Sarah was lost at the Magic Mushroom.
I was already starting to wince when I began to wander down the "once lovers" route, too, when red-headed stud swooped in, also unexpectedly.
Halfway into this chapter, I was hating it, but writing it just to hit Day Two's quota. Now even I want to continue to find out what happens next.
The best and worst parts about improvisational fiction is that you have practically no control over what your characters do... or, sometimes, even who your characters are.
