Two people meet at a Halloween party/costume night at a club, at least one heavily made up or masked. They get to talking, as you do, and is it revealed they are: -Aspiring writer/successful editor -Recently graduated engineer or inventor/different kind of engineer or tech company owner -Biochemist/pharmaceuticals -Aspiring songwriter or poet/singer or successful songwriter -Aspiring children's author or something else that needs to be illustrated/successful illustrator (I know, but stay with me on this one) -[Anyone who does stuff you can put in a notebook]/[Anyone who can make cool things happen with that stuff] Not-Cinderella eventually pulls out a notebook and shows the Not-Prince what's in it, there is much excitement, as the Not-Prince can give the Not-Cinderella the editing needed to make the book publishable, technical help or funding or a lab or whatever to make the invention or idea for clean energy or a cure for some disease or whatever work, a voice for the songs or music for the poet to make them into songs, someone who could draw the stories and then get them published. It's great. Everyone's excited. Then Not-Cinderella has to rush off for some reason, like a family emergency or a friend at the party has to be taken to the ER or whatever, because we all have that friend with the worst timing ever, and they scramble off forgetting: A) Notebook and B) They only know each other's first names, and have not exchanged phone numbers. Not-Prince is not so famous at whatever they do that searching "First Name + biotech/illustrator/whatever" will get them anywhere, and Not-Cinderella didn't reveal anything to find themselves either. Except the notebook. Which they haven't put a name on, because plot, okay? And that's the real moral of this story anyway, put your name on your stuff and always keep digital copies around. Scan hand-drawings or take pictures of them or something. So it turns out nobody at the party knows who Not-Cinderella was, because she came with some friend and didn't know anybody, so no help there. But the stuff in this notebook. People have got to see the stuff in this notebook. This is where I like the story writer/illustrator idea, particularly in a movie context, because the illustrator can't stop thinking about these stories and is always drawing for them, and I like the image of them carrying this notebook around sketching from it all the time, getting lost in this whole magic world of multiple interconnected stories or something. But whatever it is, the Not-Prince has to find Not-Cinderella. But all they know is they work in some specific giant office building or complex, or specific coffee shop chain in a big city, so they go hunting, showing people the notebook and asking if they know whose it is. And then the Wicked not-Stepsister sees it, but Not-Cinderella's not on shift or is in a meeting or on vacation or whatever, and tries to claim it as their own. Not-Cinderella was wearing some very concealing costume and it was really loud, so the Not-Prince doesn't know what they looked like, or sounded when not trying to be overheard over fifty drunks singing "Don't Stop Believing." (This is why you should take pictures of your drawings or something, so you have something of a record of ownership. Or bleed on it somewhere for DNA evidence. Mark your territory. Pee on that tree.) But, obviously, that doesn't work out because the powers of good prevail, and Not-Cinderella is revealed and reunited with the notebook, and off they go with the Not-Prince to go change the world or at least make really cool kid's books. And they do not fall in love and live happily ever after, because personal satisfaction and contribution to society are not dependent on relationship status, and who cares what their genders/orientations are anyway. This is a success story, not a love story. The End.