" Now then,” Bram began, looking down at her from his seat on Storm, “in the spirit of keeping with our theme of adventure, we’re going to create a story as we ride.” “A story?” “Yes, you know, use our imaginations and come up with some riveting tale to keep us entertained.” “Is that what you were doing when I first came upon you?” For a second, he simply looked at her, and then, oddly enough, he smiled his charming smile at her again. “It was indeed, and . . . since I have already begun a story, we’ll use what I’ve come up with thus far and continue on with it.” “I’m not very good with creating imaginary stories,” she admitted slowly. “Nonsense, you create imaginary scenes every time you take to the stage.” “That’s different. I have a script I’ve memorized, but I certainly wouldn’t be able to create those words written in that script.” She shook her head. “Why, if I tried to create my very own story the end result would be too awful to even contemplate.” Bram "

― Jen Turano , Playing the Part (A Class of Their Own, #3)