Part 5
Cassandra smiled at him. "Well, what I was thinking is that I would go out in front of a live studio audience, pre recorded of course, and answer questions they have."
Devin looked her up and down. "I see. Simple enough. You think that will retain viewers?" he asked.
"I think they'll be impressed and want to see more, try to figure me out," she said.
"Hmmm. I guess then it's just the matter of testing out your psychic ability then, right? What can you tell me about my future?" he said.
"Well, um, let's see, what exactly would you like to know?" Cassandra asked.
Devin just shrugged.
"Alright, well, here are some things that might interest you. Your second daughter, Brandi, she is planning on breaking it off with her current boyfriend, Mark. Apparently they've been drifting apart and she's loosing interest in him," she said.
Devin didn't say anything, he just kept looking at Cassandra.
Cassandra was starting to get nervous. Anton said she would get the audition, not necessarily get the show. "Um, also, the ski trip you're planning will go just as planned. No real problems and Tyson will really enjoy it."
Devin let out a sigh.
"Are you sure that there's nothing specific that you want to know? I can see your whole life but it's hard for me to know exactly what you're interested in knowing," Cassandra said.
Devin sighed again. "I don't think there's anything exactly that I want to know."
What am I supposed to do about this? Of course he won't be interested in a show that provides answers if he doesn't have any questions, Cassandra thought to herself. "Well," she said to him. "I know your having chicken parm for dinner tonight. And, um, you'll finish the financial reports you've been working on by tomorrow."
"I already knew that," Devin said.
Although, she had been trying to be polite Cassandra couldn't help but huff. "The point is I know it," she said emphasizing the word I.
"What am I thinking about right now?" he asked her.
"Sir," she said sharply. "I'm not a mind reader. I'm a psychic. I can tell you things about your future. Give you answers to live's mysteries. I foresee the unknown making it less scary."
"Interesting. So you don't do magic tricks then?" he asked.
"What? No," she said. "Listen, maybe, we should let some of your staff ask me questions. That way I can show you what I can do."
While they had been talking quite a few people had shuffled in. Devin turned to face them. "Alright," he said.
Lizzie hadn't come in yet so Cassandra decided to start with a mousey college girl with large black framed glasses. "You. What question would you like to ask Cassandra the All Knowing?"
She looked surprised for a few seconds but then she said, "My internship here is almost up and I was wondering about what happens after this. Where do I get a job?"
Cassandra sighed, this was not a good start. "To be honest with you, my dear, the road you are heading down is tough and almost impossible at times. The connections, job experience, and abilities you have will not be enough to land you a job in show business. Instead you will get a job as a secretary in security company. This will be very tough for you. I'm sorry it's not good news but I must be honest."
The girl looked worried. "Is there anything I can do to make sure that doesn't happen?"
Cassandra thought for a few seconds. "I'm not entirely sure. The spirits show me things as they are now on the current path but if you were to stray to a different path that is still unknown to me. Perhaps you could work on building more connections, go into job counseling, try for jobs in show business that don't necessarily focus on what you're interested in."
"Okay," the girl said. "I'll look into it."
"I have a question," said an older man in the back. "When do I die?"
Cassandra studied him for a few minutes. "Do you really want to know this? Instead of enjoying your life and going on as normal you'll be trying to prolong your life and feeling anxious in anticipation." Cassandra wasn't entirely sure if this was true or not but predicting death dates was a bit morbid for what she was trying to achieve.
"Maybe I'd be worried if I actually thought you could tell the future," he said smuggly.
"January eighth, forty-seven years from now. You'll die of a heart attack brought on by complications from Alzheimer's disease, I'm so sorry," she said. And she was sorry, Alzheimer's was a terrible disease to live with.
He looked impressed. "That actually sounds realistic. Like it could actually happen," he said.
By this point Lizzie had walked in. "I promised Lizzie that she would be able to ask me about her future in the film industry," Cassandra said turning to Lizzie.
Lizzie bounced on the balls of her feet in anticipation. She was a believer. "I was wondering if I ever become a famous TV writer for a television show," she said.
"TV writers aren't really famous. But I see a future where you are a writer for a show. You're quite talented. Stay on the path that you are currently on, don't get a big head, don't be afraid to do smaller jobs for a while and you'll eventually get a job writing," Cassandra said.
"I wanted to ask a question as well," Jason said. "You said you would tell me about how my audition goes."
"Yes, you will get a call back and you will get the part as one of the twelve angry men," Cassandra said to him.
"You sound so sure. That's great for retaining viewers but what if Jason goes to his audition and doesn't get the part or if another viewer doesn't get what you predicted. What if you're wrong," Devin said studying Cassandra.
"I won't be," Cassandra said back matter-of-factly.
"I'm not so sure," Devin said.
"How about a more immediate demonstration? Follow me outside," she said standing up.
Devin sighed loudly but he stood up. The rest of the staff followed as well. Cassandra stood at the two metal doors that led outside and prevented them from going outside. She had to time this exactly. She decided to wait about a minute so she would have long enough to explain what was going to happen. "Eastbound; silver car, white van, red car, blue car, white car. Westbound; blue SUV, while later white car. The blue car parks in front of the blinds store. Woman with sunglasses on wearing yoga clothes gets out. The white cars cross at the same time. Got it?" she said out of time. She pushed open the doors and everyone spilled out.
Just as they did so a beautiful silver car zoomed pass followed very closely by a white van. A blue SUV then crossed on the other side of the road. Nothing happened for a few seconds until a red car drove by. Another few seconds passed but a blue car pulled up and parked across the street in front of a store that sold blinds. A larger woman wearing yoga pants, a bright pink sweatshirt, and large sunglassed stepped out. She looked at the blinds store and then headed in. While she was walking towards the store two white cars, different makes and models, crossed each other right in front of the TV studio.
"Oh my gosh," Lizzie said.
"That was incredible," someone else said.
"I can't believe it," the man who asked the death question said. Most of the other staff mumbled their approval.
"I told you," Cassandra said turning to Devin. "I'm never wrong."
"Color me impressed," he said smiling at her. "I think this could sell. You've got yourself a TV show. Let's talk dates to film our first episode."
Part 7
Feb 23, 2017
Jan 17, 2017
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 5
Part 4
The next few days leading up to the audition went fantastic for Cassandra. Even though it had only been a short while, people were so impressed with her radio show that business had already picked up. She was almost completely booked up most of the day. And as soon as people heard how magnificent she was in person it led to them telling their friends who also tried to book appointments with her. Everyone wanted answers and Cassandra had them.
The day of the audition Cassandra dressed herself up in an outfit that she believed made her look like a modern day psychic. She wore a silver hairpiece that drooped down into her tight curls. She wore multiple colored bracelets with symboled charmes and overlapping silver and gold necklaces. She also had a few rings on. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and above that she wore a long dark red sleeveless shirt. She wore black gladiator pumps. Her lips were a dark red to match her shirt and she had blue eyeshadow on to make her look mysterious. She took one last look in the mirror and satisfied with what she saw she walked outside with her head held up high.
Cassandra walked into the local television studio feeling confident. She looked around at the college aged kids who were interning there and found the one who had Lizzie on her name badge. Lizzie had medium length auburn hair which was pulled up in a half bun. She had a rounder face with pink lips and bright blue eyes. Upon seeing Cassandra, Lizzie's eyes lit up. "You must be Cassandra. I didn't know what you would look like. I've only ever heard you on the radio, you know. Which doesn't really give you any idea of what the person looks like. But you're what I imagine you would look like although I thought maybe you'd be older. You sound older on the radio. I thought you'd be pretty though, and you are very pretty. Very pretty and very young," she paused for moment her eyes drifting downwards and her lips turned into a confused pout. "Wait, what was I talking about?"
"I am indeed Cassandra the All Knowing. Will you be sitting with us in the audition?" Cassandra asked.
"Audition? Isn't it a show pitch?" Lizzie asked.
"I was hoping for something a bit more theatrical. People watching me as I give them answers to the things they most desire to know. Like you, Lizzie, I know that you would like to ask me about your future in the television and film industry and this is the sort of question I would like to answer in front of many people," Cassandra said looking Lizzie directly into her eyes.
Lizzie looked away quickly. "Jason?" she yelled behind her. "Cassandra, the psychic lady, is here."
She saw a man who looked to be in his mid twenties come in. He didn't look too old but his dark brown hair was already receding. He wore a pair of glasses and had a concerned look on his face.
Once Lizzie saw him she said to him, "Jason, Cassandra wants a bunch of people watching her perform."
Jason blinked at her. "Okay? Why?" he asked.
"Jason," Cassandra said before Lizzie could speak. "You are a showman, are you not? I see you auditioning for local productions such as the upcoming '12 Angry Men.' Don't you think in order to prove what a magnificent psychic I am that it would be better if I took questions from all sorts of people in the studio. That way I can prove that nothing is planned."
Jason shrugged. "How do I do in that audition by the way?" he asked.
"That is the type of question that I would like to answer in front of your boss if you don't mind," Cassandra said adding a sweet tone to her voice.
"Okay, follow me," Jason said and Cassandra followed him into the back.
Jason knocked on the door of a middle-aged man with black and white hair that was staring at his computer screen. He had black framed glasses and an expression on his face which made it look like he was focusing very hard. Upon hearing the knock he looked over at Jason and Cassandra. He didn't smile. "Yes?" he said.
"This is-" Jason started.
"Cassandra, right? The psychic girl, younger then I thought. And prettier, you might do okay on television just looks alone. Okay, sit down, tell me about your show idea. I won't promise that I'll like it," he said looking Cassandra up and down.
"Actually, sir, if you don't mind I was hoping I could put on somewhat of a performance. I think that it would be the best way to showcase my talents. I could show you how I think the format of the show could be. But can I show you that I am a real psychic if I can't show you the extent of my powers," Cassandra said.
Devin just looked at her. Jason spoke up, "Yeah . . . I guess she was hoping we could gather a bunch of people at the studio and a bunch of us could ask her questions. I mean, that's the impression I got from you."
"That's correct," she said.
Devin audibly sighed. "Whatever then, let's do this. It's probably best anyway," he said standing up. He held out his hand directly Jason and Cassandra to leave. They waited for him to exit and then followed him down the hall to a room set up like a studio.
"Jason," Devin said. "Go get us some volunteers for this. Thanks."
"Sure, Devin," he said back. "I'm on it." And with that he dashed out the door.
"Should we begin?" Devin said. "What exactly were you thinking?"
Part 6
Index
The next few days leading up to the audition went fantastic for Cassandra. Even though it had only been a short while, people were so impressed with her radio show that business had already picked up. She was almost completely booked up most of the day. And as soon as people heard how magnificent she was in person it led to them telling their friends who also tried to book appointments with her. Everyone wanted answers and Cassandra had them.
The day of the audition Cassandra dressed herself up in an outfit that she believed made her look like a modern day psychic. She wore a silver hairpiece that drooped down into her tight curls. She wore multiple colored bracelets with symboled charmes and overlapping silver and gold necklaces. She also had a few rings on. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and above that she wore a long dark red sleeveless shirt. She wore black gladiator pumps. Her lips were a dark red to match her shirt and she had blue eyeshadow on to make her look mysterious. She took one last look in the mirror and satisfied with what she saw she walked outside with her head held up high.
Cassandra walked into the local television studio feeling confident. She looked around at the college aged kids who were interning there and found the one who had Lizzie on her name badge. Lizzie had medium length auburn hair which was pulled up in a half bun. She had a rounder face with pink lips and bright blue eyes. Upon seeing Cassandra, Lizzie's eyes lit up. "You must be Cassandra. I didn't know what you would look like. I've only ever heard you on the radio, you know. Which doesn't really give you any idea of what the person looks like. But you're what I imagine you would look like although I thought maybe you'd be older. You sound older on the radio. I thought you'd be pretty though, and you are very pretty. Very pretty and very young," she paused for moment her eyes drifting downwards and her lips turned into a confused pout. "Wait, what was I talking about?"
"I am indeed Cassandra the All Knowing. Will you be sitting with us in the audition?" Cassandra asked.
"Audition? Isn't it a show pitch?" Lizzie asked.
"I was hoping for something a bit more theatrical. People watching me as I give them answers to the things they most desire to know. Like you, Lizzie, I know that you would like to ask me about your future in the television and film industry and this is the sort of question I would like to answer in front of many people," Cassandra said looking Lizzie directly into her eyes.
Lizzie looked away quickly. "Jason?" she yelled behind her. "Cassandra, the psychic lady, is here."
She saw a man who looked to be in his mid twenties come in. He didn't look too old but his dark brown hair was already receding. He wore a pair of glasses and had a concerned look on his face.
Once Lizzie saw him she said to him, "Jason, Cassandra wants a bunch of people watching her perform."
Jason blinked at her. "Okay? Why?" he asked.
"Jason," Cassandra said before Lizzie could speak. "You are a showman, are you not? I see you auditioning for local productions such as the upcoming '12 Angry Men.' Don't you think in order to prove what a magnificent psychic I am that it would be better if I took questions from all sorts of people in the studio. That way I can prove that nothing is planned."
Jason shrugged. "How do I do in that audition by the way?" he asked.
"That is the type of question that I would like to answer in front of your boss if you don't mind," Cassandra said adding a sweet tone to her voice.
"Okay, follow me," Jason said and Cassandra followed him into the back.
Jason knocked on the door of a middle-aged man with black and white hair that was staring at his computer screen. He had black framed glasses and an expression on his face which made it look like he was focusing very hard. Upon hearing the knock he looked over at Jason and Cassandra. He didn't smile. "Yes?" he said.
"This is-" Jason started.
"Cassandra, right? The psychic girl, younger then I thought. And prettier, you might do okay on television just looks alone. Okay, sit down, tell me about your show idea. I won't promise that I'll like it," he said looking Cassandra up and down.
"Actually, sir, if you don't mind I was hoping I could put on somewhat of a performance. I think that it would be the best way to showcase my talents. I could show you how I think the format of the show could be. But can I show you that I am a real psychic if I can't show you the extent of my powers," Cassandra said.
Devin just looked at her. Jason spoke up, "Yeah . . . I guess she was hoping we could gather a bunch of people at the studio and a bunch of us could ask her questions. I mean, that's the impression I got from you."
"That's correct," she said.
Devin audibly sighed. "Whatever then, let's do this. It's probably best anyway," he said standing up. He held out his hand directly Jason and Cassandra to leave. They waited for him to exit and then followed him down the hall to a room set up like a studio.
"Jason," Devin said. "Go get us some volunteers for this. Thanks."
"Sure, Devin," he said back. "I'm on it." And with that he dashed out the door.
"Should we begin?" Devin said. "What exactly were you thinking?"
Part 6
Index
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 4
Part 3
Sure enough, as soon as Cassandra got back to her apartment she looked up the number of the local television production company and called them. She had considered doing this before but never had but now she was sure that she would succeed, mostly because Anton told her she would.
"This is Channel 10 Entertainment. Lizzie speaking. How may I help you?" a woman said on the other end.
"Hello, my name is Cassandra," She paused for a second and then added. "The All-Knowing. And I was wondering -"
"Wait. Were you the one who was just on Mad Maxwell's show? I was just listening to that on my way to work. You were so amazing. It really sounded like you knew what you were talking about. I mean I don't know if you knew what you were talking about but you sure sounded confident. Did you know you were calling me? Did you know that I was going to pick up?" she said quickly. She paused for a second, thinking to herself, and then asked, "Wait, why are you calling me? It's not bad is it? Oh, please don't tell me that you have bad news for me."
"Actually, Lizzie, I believe you have good news for me. I know your producer, Devin, doesn't typically take calls like this but I do believe with a little convincing he'll take mine. Tell him that I know he has an open slot for an 11:00-11:30 pm show and I'd be interested in pitching an idea for that. Namely, me taking calls live and giving answers. Trust me if he brings me in for that time he has open on Friday he will be impressed and I can make the studio quite a bit of money," Cassandra said.
"Okay!" Lizzie said on the other side. "I'll go talk to him. I'll tell him how great you did on Mad Maxwell's show. Do you mind holding?"
"Dear Lizzie, I was expecting to hold," Cassandra said.
"Okay," she said. The sound of generic hold music played for only a couple of seconds. Cassandra heard the sound of the phone being picked up again.
"Yes, Lizzie," Cassandra said, "If you get me on the show, which I see that you will, you can ask me any question for free."
"Great!" Lizzie said and Cassandra was put on hold once more. Cassandra sighed and moved to the couch. She could see that she was going to be hold for quite a while. After about ten minutes the phone was picked up again.
"Hello?" she heard a man say.
"Hello, Jason, how are you?" she said. She knew that Jason was Devin's assistant.
Jason didn't answer for a few seconds. "Um . . . listen. Devin's not sure about you, he doesn't . . . well . . . he does-"
Cassandra cut him off. "Have an opening on Friday at 1:00 pm. Yes, that will work for me."
"Um, well," Jason said.
"I know. He doesn't want me to audition, even after Lizzie was so persistent. He told you to talk to me and tell me that I wasn't likely to be accepted and try to talk me out of it. But after hearing me say your name even though you didn't give it to me, you are so impressed that you believe I should audition. Right?" she said.
Cassandra waited for a few seconds while Jason didn't say anything. "Why don't I give you a second?" she finally said. And without Jason saying a word hold music came back on.
Just as the hold music ended Cassandra said, "Hello, Devin, my name is Cassandra, the all-knowing. I would like to pitch you the idea for my show. I've seen your future and I know it will be a success."
A deep male voice responded. "Well, I must say you've really impressed my staff. You should have heard the way Lizzie talked about you. Listen, I don't know about this. Shows that feature physics aren't as popular as they were, well, unless your a psychic detective."
"I know. There is a lot of skepticism in my field but if you had a real psychic . . ." Cassandra said.
"I don't believe in psychics in the slightest. But maybe if you act real enough-"
"Trust me, sir. I don't need to act real. I am real. I am a real psychic," she said adamantly into the phone.
She heard Devin chuckle. "Alright, listen, like I said I don't believe in psychics in the slightest, so if you can convince me that you're real, which mind you won't be easy, then you have a spot on my network."
"I knew you would say that. Don't worry, sir, you will be amazed, trust me. I'll see you 1:00 pm on Friday."
"Well, you certainly sound sure of yourself and I guess that's definitely important. I always say if you do anything with enough confidence then people will believe you know what you're doing even if you don't. See you on Friday."
With that Devin hung up the phone and Cassandra smiled to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but wink at herself. "This will go great," she told herself. "Trust me, I'm a psychic."
Part 5
Index
Sure enough, as soon as Cassandra got back to her apartment she looked up the number of the local television production company and called them. She had considered doing this before but never had but now she was sure that she would succeed, mostly because Anton told her she would.
"This is Channel 10 Entertainment. Lizzie speaking. How may I help you?" a woman said on the other end.
"Hello, my name is Cassandra," She paused for a second and then added. "The All-Knowing. And I was wondering -"
"Wait. Were you the one who was just on Mad Maxwell's show? I was just listening to that on my way to work. You were so amazing. It really sounded like you knew what you were talking about. I mean I don't know if you knew what you were talking about but you sure sounded confident. Did you know you were calling me? Did you know that I was going to pick up?" she said quickly. She paused for a second, thinking to herself, and then asked, "Wait, why are you calling me? It's not bad is it? Oh, please don't tell me that you have bad news for me."
"Actually, Lizzie, I believe you have good news for me. I know your producer, Devin, doesn't typically take calls like this but I do believe with a little convincing he'll take mine. Tell him that I know he has an open slot for an 11:00-11:30 pm show and I'd be interested in pitching an idea for that. Namely, me taking calls live and giving answers. Trust me if he brings me in for that time he has open on Friday he will be impressed and I can make the studio quite a bit of money," Cassandra said.
"Okay!" Lizzie said on the other side. "I'll go talk to him. I'll tell him how great you did on Mad Maxwell's show. Do you mind holding?"
"Dear Lizzie, I was expecting to hold," Cassandra said.
"Okay," she said. The sound of generic hold music played for only a couple of seconds. Cassandra heard the sound of the phone being picked up again.
"Yes, Lizzie," Cassandra said, "If you get me on the show, which I see that you will, you can ask me any question for free."
"Great!" Lizzie said and Cassandra was put on hold once more. Cassandra sighed and moved to the couch. She could see that she was going to be hold for quite a while. After about ten minutes the phone was picked up again.
"Hello?" she heard a man say.
"Hello, Jason, how are you?" she said. She knew that Jason was Devin's assistant.
Jason didn't answer for a few seconds. "Um . . . listen. Devin's not sure about you, he doesn't . . . well . . . he does-"
Cassandra cut him off. "Have an opening on Friday at 1:00 pm. Yes, that will work for me."
"Um, well," Jason said.
"I know. He doesn't want me to audition, even after Lizzie was so persistent. He told you to talk to me and tell me that I wasn't likely to be accepted and try to talk me out of it. But after hearing me say your name even though you didn't give it to me, you are so impressed that you believe I should audition. Right?" she said.
Cassandra waited for a few seconds while Jason didn't say anything. "Why don't I give you a second?" she finally said. And without Jason saying a word hold music came back on.
Just as the hold music ended Cassandra said, "Hello, Devin, my name is Cassandra, the all-knowing. I would like to pitch you the idea for my show. I've seen your future and I know it will be a success."
A deep male voice responded. "Well, I must say you've really impressed my staff. You should have heard the way Lizzie talked about you. Listen, I don't know about this. Shows that feature physics aren't as popular as they were, well, unless your a psychic detective."
"I know. There is a lot of skepticism in my field but if you had a real psychic . . ." Cassandra said.
"I don't believe in psychics in the slightest. But maybe if you act real enough-"
"Trust me, sir. I don't need to act real. I am real. I am a real psychic," she said adamantly into the phone.
She heard Devin chuckle. "Alright, listen, like I said I don't believe in psychics in the slightest, so if you can convince me that you're real, which mind you won't be easy, then you have a spot on my network."
"I knew you would say that. Don't worry, sir, you will be amazed, trust me. I'll see you 1:00 pm on Friday."
"Well, you certainly sound sure of yourself and I guess that's definitely important. I always say if you do anything with enough confidence then people will believe you know what you're doing even if you don't. See you on Friday."
With that Devin hung up the phone and Cassandra smiled to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but wink at herself. "This will go great," she told herself. "Trust me, I'm a psychic."
Part 5
Index
Nov 20, 2016
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 3
Part 2
When Mad Maxwell saw Cassandra he offered her his hand and brought her back on stage. "You ready for round two?" he asked her. She solemnly nodded to him barely taking her eyes off of Anton.
"Okay," Mad Maxwell said into the microphone. "We're back with the beautiful and astonishing Cassandra."
He paused expecting her to say something but she was still pretty shook up. Mad Maxwell continued. "You completely continue to baffle me, Cassandra. How do you do what you do?"
Cassandra snapped out of it and looked at Mad Maxwell. "Just a gift, I guess," she said.
"Well, we're going to continue taking questions for Cassandra. What's your name, sir?" Mad Maxwell asked an older gentleman that came on stage. Geoffrey, Cassandra thought to herself. He's going to ask me about his son being unemployed. This is my chance to impress everyone.
"Geoffrey," the man said.
"And what is your question, Geoffrey?" Mad Maxwell asked.
"Mad Maxwell," Cassandra said before the man could speak. "If I could interrupt, he is wondering about his son who was recently laid off. Your worried because he's struggling finding another job. Is that right?"
The man looked astonished. "Yes," he said.
She couldn't help but smirk. This was going to be a piece of cake. "He will find another job in two and a half weeks on a Wednesday, after going to an interview at a grocery store. They will give him a cashier position which of course isn't ideal and doesn't pay too much. But after about five months or so he will be promoted to manager which even though it doesn't pay that much more he'll enjoy it a lot more." Cassandra faced the audience with a smile, typically she didn't put in that many details but she knew this time that she would be absolutely right.
"Will he get a better job after that?" the man asked her.
She thought about it for a second. "No," she said. "Because he won't look for another job after that. The spirits might tell me something different if he were to look. He will stay at the grocery store until he retires but he will continue to get raises in the current timeline. I believe Melody wants to ask me about her love life."
The girl that Cassandra had seen was Melody looked at her in surprise. Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra and then at the next girl in line, he gestured for the old man to step down. "Are you Melody?" Mad Maxwell asked her.
"I am," she said. "I recently broke up with my boyfriend and I wanted to see if there were any prospects on the horizon."
"Yes," Cassandra answered. "In three weeks time you will meet a man at your favorite coffee shop, The Brew, while you are with your friends . . . Heather and Jen. This guy and you will hit it off but he won't ask you at until he finds you twice more at The Brew. The second time which will be in five weeks, you will be by yourself, and he will ask you out."
"Will he ask me out sooner if I go by myself the first time?" she asked.
Cassandra played this scenario out in her head. "He will be less reluctant to talk to you but he still won't ask you out until the third time he sees you."
"Is there any way to speed it up? What's his name?" Melody asked starting to get excited.
Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra cautiously. But Cassandra just smiled back. "Tim," she said. "And, dear, you could always ask him out. I see that he will not be intimidated by this and will accept the invitation. Invite him to get coffee, just the two of you. He will not only say yes but he will insist on paying and ask for another date."
Melody looked excited at Mad Maxwell. "Well, I got to say, Cassandra, you sound really sure of yourself," Mad Maxwell said.
"There's no need for hesitation when you know you're right, Mad Maxwell," she said. "I sound sure of myself because I am sure. We'll see. Melody, if you meet this man in three weeks time, you be sure to give Mr. Maxwell a call won't you."
"Of course," said Melody.
"I look forward to that call," Mad Maxwell said. Ignoring the next person in line he turned to face. "Now I have a question for Cassandra."
She smiled at him. "Yes, Mad Maxwell, your producer will be happy with your show tonight."
He laughed. "That's great. Well, that's all the time we have with Cassandra. Thanks, Cassandra, for coming. We always love having you."
"I always love being here. And if your driving home please avoid Main Street there is about to be a traffic jam," she said.
"Well, we got to go to commercial. Once we get back our next guest, local celebrity, Jasmine aka JazMakeUp, will be talking about her YouTube channel and some of the exciting things she has happening in the future so you're not going to want to miss that." he said.
He turned to Cassandra in astonishment. "How did you know Melody's name and what everyone was going to ask?"
Cassandra winked at him. "I'm a psychic," she said.
"Well, color me impressed," he said. "You'll be invited to be back on my show very soon . . . that is if what you said about my producer is correct."
"It will be," she said. "Thanks, Mad Maxwell."
Cassandra walked off stage feeling pretty smug. This is what she always wanted, she was going to become famous with this gift.
"It's great, right?" she heard from behind her. Anton picked up his pace so he was right beside her.
Cassandra muffled a frustrated groan. She had almost completely forgotten about Anton.
Anton looked at her. "What time is good for a date?" he said.
"Not sure," she said. And she wasn't. For some reason she couldn't foresee what her week would be like.
"How about after your audition on Friday?" he said.
"What audition on Friday?" she said.
"Well, right now, you're already thinking about calling the local tv studio and demanding an audition. That's going to be on Friday," he said.
"How come I don't see that?" she said.
"You can't see everything in your own future," he said. "Because your actions could change based on the visions they're too fluent. Sort of like a paradox. Other people are more set in stone because they don't know what is to come."
Cassandra just stared at him.
"Friday, after your audition then?" he said giving her a weary look.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," she said.
"Great," he said. "Look forward to it."
Cassandra watched him run away and actually did groan. She really wasn't looking forward to going out with him. But as she was thinking about how she didn't want to go with him she got a vision of a loophole. He couldn't take the gift away whether she went with him or not.
Part 4
Index
When Mad Maxwell saw Cassandra he offered her his hand and brought her back on stage. "You ready for round two?" he asked her. She solemnly nodded to him barely taking her eyes off of Anton.
"Okay," Mad Maxwell said into the microphone. "We're back with the beautiful and astonishing Cassandra."
He paused expecting her to say something but she was still pretty shook up. Mad Maxwell continued. "You completely continue to baffle me, Cassandra. How do you do what you do?"
Cassandra snapped out of it and looked at Mad Maxwell. "Just a gift, I guess," she said.
"Well, we're going to continue taking questions for Cassandra. What's your name, sir?" Mad Maxwell asked an older gentleman that came on stage. Geoffrey, Cassandra thought to herself. He's going to ask me about his son being unemployed. This is my chance to impress everyone.
"Geoffrey," the man said.
"And what is your question, Geoffrey?" Mad Maxwell asked.
"Mad Maxwell," Cassandra said before the man could speak. "If I could interrupt, he is wondering about his son who was recently laid off. Your worried because he's struggling finding another job. Is that right?"
The man looked astonished. "Yes," he said.
She couldn't help but smirk. This was going to be a piece of cake. "He will find another job in two and a half weeks on a Wednesday, after going to an interview at a grocery store. They will give him a cashier position which of course isn't ideal and doesn't pay too much. But after about five months or so he will be promoted to manager which even though it doesn't pay that much more he'll enjoy it a lot more." Cassandra faced the audience with a smile, typically she didn't put in that many details but she knew this time that she would be absolutely right.
"Will he get a better job after that?" the man asked her.
She thought about it for a second. "No," she said. "Because he won't look for another job after that. The spirits might tell me something different if he were to look. He will stay at the grocery store until he retires but he will continue to get raises in the current timeline. I believe Melody wants to ask me about her love life."
The girl that Cassandra had seen was Melody looked at her in surprise. Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra and then at the next girl in line, he gestured for the old man to step down. "Are you Melody?" Mad Maxwell asked her.
"I am," she said. "I recently broke up with my boyfriend and I wanted to see if there were any prospects on the horizon."
"Yes," Cassandra answered. "In three weeks time you will meet a man at your favorite coffee shop, The Brew, while you are with your friends . . . Heather and Jen. This guy and you will hit it off but he won't ask you at until he finds you twice more at The Brew. The second time which will be in five weeks, you will be by yourself, and he will ask you out."
"Will he ask me out sooner if I go by myself the first time?" she asked.
Cassandra played this scenario out in her head. "He will be less reluctant to talk to you but he still won't ask you out until the third time he sees you."
"Is there any way to speed it up? What's his name?" Melody asked starting to get excited.
Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra cautiously. But Cassandra just smiled back. "Tim," she said. "And, dear, you could always ask him out. I see that he will not be intimidated by this and will accept the invitation. Invite him to get coffee, just the two of you. He will not only say yes but he will insist on paying and ask for another date."
Melody looked excited at Mad Maxwell. "Well, I got to say, Cassandra, you sound really sure of yourself," Mad Maxwell said.
"There's no need for hesitation when you know you're right, Mad Maxwell," she said. "I sound sure of myself because I am sure. We'll see. Melody, if you meet this man in three weeks time, you be sure to give Mr. Maxwell a call won't you."
"Of course," said Melody.
"I look forward to that call," Mad Maxwell said. Ignoring the next person in line he turned to face. "Now I have a question for Cassandra."
She smiled at him. "Yes, Mad Maxwell, your producer will be happy with your show tonight."
He laughed. "That's great. Well, that's all the time we have with Cassandra. Thanks, Cassandra, for coming. We always love having you."
"I always love being here. And if your driving home please avoid Main Street there is about to be a traffic jam," she said.
"Well, we got to go to commercial. Once we get back our next guest, local celebrity, Jasmine aka JazMakeUp, will be talking about her YouTube channel and some of the exciting things she has happening in the future so you're not going to want to miss that." he said.
He turned to Cassandra in astonishment. "How did you know Melody's name and what everyone was going to ask?"
Cassandra winked at him. "I'm a psychic," she said.
"Well, color me impressed," he said. "You'll be invited to be back on my show very soon . . . that is if what you said about my producer is correct."
"It will be," she said. "Thanks, Mad Maxwell."
Cassandra walked off stage feeling pretty smug. This is what she always wanted, she was going to become famous with this gift.
"It's great, right?" she heard from behind her. Anton picked up his pace so he was right beside her.
Cassandra muffled a frustrated groan. She had almost completely forgotten about Anton.
Anton looked at her. "What time is good for a date?" he said.
"Not sure," she said. And she wasn't. For some reason she couldn't foresee what her week would be like.
"How about after your audition on Friday?" he said.
"What audition on Friday?" she said.
"Well, right now, you're already thinking about calling the local tv studio and demanding an audition. That's going to be on Friday," he said.
"How come I don't see that?" she said.
"You can't see everything in your own future," he said. "Because your actions could change based on the visions they're too fluent. Sort of like a paradox. Other people are more set in stone because they don't know what is to come."
Cassandra just stared at him.
"Friday, after your audition then?" he said giving her a weary look.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," she said.
"Great," he said. "Look forward to it."
Cassandra watched him run away and actually did groan. She really wasn't looking forward to going out with him. But as she was thinking about how she didn't want to go with him she got a vision of a loophole. He couldn't take the gift away whether she went with him or not.
Part 4
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Jan 27, 2016
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 2
Part 1
He smiled at Cassandra and held out his hand. "My name is Anton. I heard you on the radio before. You have a real talent. I came down here because I wanted to see if you were as pretty as you sound. You are," he said.
She gave him a sympathy smile but didn't return the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Anton. So, you're a fan?" she said.
He put his hand down. "Well, sort of," he said. "I'm impressed by your psychic power. It's rare for mortals to have your talents."
"You say that like you're not a mortal," she said.
He winked at her. "Hey, can I get you some food?" he said.
What a weirdo, Cassandra thought, but she'd never turn down free food especially from a fan. "Of course," she said.
"Cool," he said giving her that smile. Cassandra left and went and sat at one of the tables they had set up.
Anton joined her and handed her a chicken sandwich. "Here you go. I know this is what you wanted," he said.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Anton, I'm a psychic. I'm not impressed by your ability to predict this is what I wanted. You probably saw me looking at the sign and realized that is what I was looking at."
Anton laughed and leaned in close. He looked both ways like someone might be listening and said quietly, "But Cassandra, I really am a psychic. Not only that but I could make you a real psychic too."
It was Cassandra's turn to look around to make sure no one was listening. "Oh, please," she said. "As a psychic I know there is no such thing as psychics. Just people who are in tune."
"But there is. I could turn you into one if you agreed to do something for me," he said.
"Like what?"
"Like if I granted you the ability to really see the future then you would go out with me on one date and give me a chance. I'm actually really charming when given the chance."
This conversation was getting ridiculous. She knew many people believed in psychics, that's why she was able to be successful, but this guy was clearly just a creep trying to make a move on her. Cassandra was not interested in him but she also didn't believe he could give her the ability to see the future. "Okay," she said sarcastically. "If you give me the ability to see the future then I'll go out with you."
He stared into her eyes and she could swear that his blue pupils started to glow. Suddenly she felt like she had just been sleeping and just woken up with a start. The world seemed clearer to her and she could see people all over the world; what they were going to do, when they were going to do it, and where they were going to do it. She was unaware that her brain could handle so much knowledge.
"It is done," he said.
Despite the feeling that she had got, Cassandra still didn't believe him entirely. She did mind tricks so she knew one when she saw one. He had only made her feel like she had gotten some magic ability. "Yes, I'm ready to go," she said standing up.
The radio producer who had been sent to get her gave her a surprised look. She hadn't even been looking at him. Cassandra was shocked too. She walked with the producer for a little while when she saw a man and his daughter about to cross the street that led to the exit. "Watch out," she yelled at them. The man held out his hand stopping his daughter as a car that hadn't been in view sped by. They looked at Cassandra in astonishment and Cassandra looked at Anton in astonishment.
He smiled and waved. "Don't forget our date!" he yelled.
Part 3
Index
He smiled at Cassandra and held out his hand. "My name is Anton. I heard you on the radio before. You have a real talent. I came down here because I wanted to see if you were as pretty as you sound. You are," he said.
She gave him a sympathy smile but didn't return the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Anton. So, you're a fan?" she said.
He put his hand down. "Well, sort of," he said. "I'm impressed by your psychic power. It's rare for mortals to have your talents."
"You say that like you're not a mortal," she said.
He winked at her. "Hey, can I get you some food?" he said.
What a weirdo, Cassandra thought, but she'd never turn down free food especially from a fan. "Of course," she said.
"Cool," he said giving her that smile. Cassandra left and went and sat at one of the tables they had set up.
Anton joined her and handed her a chicken sandwich. "Here you go. I know this is what you wanted," he said.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Anton, I'm a psychic. I'm not impressed by your ability to predict this is what I wanted. You probably saw me looking at the sign and realized that is what I was looking at."
Anton laughed and leaned in close. He looked both ways like someone might be listening and said quietly, "But Cassandra, I really am a psychic. Not only that but I could make you a real psychic too."
It was Cassandra's turn to look around to make sure no one was listening. "Oh, please," she said. "As a psychic I know there is no such thing as psychics. Just people who are in tune."
"But there is. I could turn you into one if you agreed to do something for me," he said.
"Like what?"
"Like if I granted you the ability to really see the future then you would go out with me on one date and give me a chance. I'm actually really charming when given the chance."
This conversation was getting ridiculous. She knew many people believed in psychics, that's why she was able to be successful, but this guy was clearly just a creep trying to make a move on her. Cassandra was not interested in him but she also didn't believe he could give her the ability to see the future. "Okay," she said sarcastically. "If you give me the ability to see the future then I'll go out with you."
He stared into her eyes and she could swear that his blue pupils started to glow. Suddenly she felt like she had just been sleeping and just woken up with a start. The world seemed clearer to her and she could see people all over the world; what they were going to do, when they were going to do it, and where they were going to do it. She was unaware that her brain could handle so much knowledge.
"It is done," he said.
Despite the feeling that she had got, Cassandra still didn't believe him entirely. She did mind tricks so she knew one when she saw one. He had only made her feel like she had gotten some magic ability. "Yes, I'm ready to go," she said standing up.
The radio producer who had been sent to get her gave her a surprised look. She hadn't even been looking at him. Cassandra was shocked too. She walked with the producer for a little while when she saw a man and his daughter about to cross the street that led to the exit. "Watch out," she yelled at them. The man held out his hand stopping his daughter as a car that hadn't been in view sped by. They looked at Cassandra in astonishment and Cassandra looked at Anton in astonishment.
He smiled and waved. "Don't forget our date!" he yelled.
Part 3
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