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Mar 4, 2017
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 7
Part 6
Cassandra was walking on air as she made her way back to her apartment. She had finally achieved her dream of becoming a television psychic and it could only get better from here. Once people realized that she was a real psychic she might even get her own show on cable. She might really become famous. She really wished she could see her own future.
When she walked into the tattoo parlor there was Anton waiting for her. He was sitting casually with one of his legs crossed on one of the leather chairs that they had browsing one of the tattoo books that they put out. "Cassandra!" he said as she walked in. He smiled at her.
Cassandra sighed. She had completely forgotten that Anton was going to be there. "Anton," she said back.
"You look beautiful. Audition went well?" he said.
"Yes. We are discussing the details of creating a new show."
"Ready for our date?" he said uncrossing his legs and putting his book to the side.
"Yeah . . . here's the thing . . . I'm not going out with you," she said. "Sorry."
"We had a deal!" he said standing up.
"The thing is I didn't know you could actually give me the ability to see the future when I said I would go out with you," she said.
"So? We still had an agreement," he said. "Plus you can't tell me that you haven't benefited from my gift at all. If it wasn't for me you would have bombed that audition."
"It did, of course, but I'm just really not interested in you and I really don't want to waste a couple hours of my life. And I know that you can't take the gift away so I'm really not worried about it."
"You're right, I can't take away the gift, but I can give you a curse." He was angry. "Everyone will soon see you for what you are, a liar. People are already so skeptical of psychics now anyway. No one will ever believe you."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you're forgetting that I really can see the future. Even if they don't believe me initially once they realize that I'm telling the truth they will."
He snickered. "You may be pretty but you are really full of yourself. I don't know why I was ever interested in you." He walked past her towards the door. "You'll regret this, Cassandra."
Cassandra watched him leave and then went upstairs to her apartment. She wasn't too worried and besides she had a show to prepare for. She was able to convince Devin that she was a real psychic, she'd be able to convince anyone.
Part 8
Index
Cassandra was walking on air as she made her way back to her apartment. She had finally achieved her dream of becoming a television psychic and it could only get better from here. Once people realized that she was a real psychic she might even get her own show on cable. She might really become famous. She really wished she could see her own future.
When she walked into the tattoo parlor there was Anton waiting for her. He was sitting casually with one of his legs crossed on one of the leather chairs that they had browsing one of the tattoo books that they put out. "Cassandra!" he said as she walked in. He smiled at her.
Cassandra sighed. She had completely forgotten that Anton was going to be there. "Anton," she said back.
"You look beautiful. Audition went well?" he said.
"Yes. We are discussing the details of creating a new show."
"Ready for our date?" he said uncrossing his legs and putting his book to the side.
"Yeah . . . here's the thing . . . I'm not going out with you," she said. "Sorry."
"We had a deal!" he said standing up.
"The thing is I didn't know you could actually give me the ability to see the future when I said I would go out with you," she said.
"So? We still had an agreement," he said. "Plus you can't tell me that you haven't benefited from my gift at all. If it wasn't for me you would have bombed that audition."
"It did, of course, but I'm just really not interested in you and I really don't want to waste a couple hours of my life. And I know that you can't take the gift away so I'm really not worried about it."
"You're right, I can't take away the gift, but I can give you a curse." He was angry. "Everyone will soon see you for what you are, a liar. People are already so skeptical of psychics now anyway. No one will ever believe you."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you're forgetting that I really can see the future. Even if they don't believe me initially once they realize that I'm telling the truth they will."
He snickered. "You may be pretty but you are really full of yourself. I don't know why I was ever interested in you." He walked past her towards the door. "You'll regret this, Cassandra."
Cassandra watched him leave and then went upstairs to her apartment. She wasn't too worried and besides she had a show to prepare for. She was able to convince Devin that she was a real psychic, she'd be able to convince anyone.
Part 8
Index
Feb 23, 2017
Cassandra the All Knowing Part 6
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
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
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."
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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."
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