Hannah has wanted to be in the film industry her entire life. She grew up in Oregon and fell in love with the movies as a young girl. When Hannah got the opportunity to go to film school in LA she took it, not afraid to leave home at 18 and live in a big city. She had a very successful time at school and had good grades, so she expected a nice internship with a big Hollywood studio when she graduated. However, she ended up getting a job somewhere she least expected: the NHL.

After graduation, she begrudgingly moved all the way across the country to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania the summer of 2012 only to be met with the NHL lockout, which meant she did not have a job. When the season finally did start in January 2013 she was stuck in a small office to work on editing film, something she was good at, but didn't like doing. She'd rather be out filming indie movies and behind the camera, instead of in front of a computer.

Hannah didn't really meet any of the actual players until the beginning of the 2013-14 season when they had an appreciation day for all of the staff who go unnoticed, which included the videographers. She only knew the people in the video department, and none of them were the type of people she wanted to hang out with, so she sat by herself with a piece of cake. The cake was really lame, shaped like the Penguins' logo, but it tasted good so she didn't care.

The players were mingling together, only straying away to talk to someone on the equipment management team or the private chef who makes them whatever they want before games; basically only people they already knew. Hannah recognized most of them from the hours of video she had to edit each week, though she really didn't care about any of them in particular. They were not the deeply emotional and brooding actors she would rather be directing in some low budget indie about unrequited love.

She looked them each over and instantly resented them and their stupid nicknames more than she had before. How many times had she had to add 'The Real Deal' to footage of James Neal scoring a goal? Too many- far too many times. And now seeing them here, in person, without all of their equipment and their fancy jersey's to hide behind, they looked so normal. Like, regular people almost.

Hannah wore her hair up and, most of the time, hidden under a hat. Mostly because she had died it black all through high school but stopped dying it partway through college. Now her hair was half black on the bottom and half blond on top, which is why she kept it up. Because of this, and her petit frame, she was often mistaken for a boy, and that didn't really upset her. Hannah was not a tomboy, but she wasn't girly. She'd gone though a skater/punk phase in junior high, and in high school she started off as one of those emo kids with bangs who read anime, but eventually morphed into what is commonly categorized as 'hipster' though she'd never admit it. In college she quickly lost this habit and started to pick up on some of the traditional Cali trends; the more hippie-ish/surfer girl type of look.

Now she opted for something more practical for the Pittsburg weather. After moving there from Los Angeles she did okay at first, but as summer turned to fall she found herself buying more sweaters, scarves, pants (mostly skinny corduroy in colors like burgundy and teal), and even a pair of warm but fashionable boots. Her main footwear alternated between different colored converse and sparkly flats. Being 5'2" she was often told she should wear high heels, but Hannah sucked at walking in heels. Currently she was wearing pink flip flops, jean shorts, and a Captain America tee-shirt that was slightly see-though, just enough to show the bathing suit top she was wearing instead of a bra.

Most people either didn't notice her sitting by herself or left her alone because they knew she was often not pleasant to talk to. However, there was one person making his way through the crowd looking for her: her boss. In her opinion, Mike was an okay dude. He'd been nice enough to her so far, but she still had fun making him feel awkward.

"There you are," he said as he found her eating yet another piece of cake. "You're so short I couldn't find you for a while."

He smiled and tried to laugh, but she just stared him down.

"I see you're still wearing that wrist brace. How is the training coming with Logan?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

"Fine. But he sucks at editing video," Hannah replied.

"He's just an intern, but he'll learn," Mike replied with fake optimism. "Now that you can't edit anymore, I've decided to bump you up to second AD."

Second assistant director? There was a first AD? Or, even a director at that?

"That's cool." Hannah went back to eating cake. Finally someone was recognizing her potential and letting her get behind a camera.

"You will be in charge of making sure the players are ready to be interviewed, whether that's in a post-game media scrum, or an intermission interview, or anything else like that. Remember, these guys are professional athletes, not actors; some of them are not used to being in front of a camera. This means you will start going to all of their practices and home games, for now. We'll see if we need you to go on road trips as well."

What? Hannah will have to actually deal with the players now? Like, talk to them and stuff?

She had developed some pretty severe carpal tunnel syndrome from her hours of editing film, so she had been moved off of computer related projects and replaced with a few interns. But now she had to work with the players and actually be nice to them, instead of resenting them for their ridiculous income and overpriced cars.

After Mike finished explaining to Hannah her new responsibilities he left her alone with her cake to think about it. She was still deep in thought when someone came over to her. At first she thought Mike had come back and she was about to snap at him for bothering her again, but when she lifted her head she saw none other than Pen's captain Sidney Crosby standing in front of her. He was one of the few people she did recognize without his jersey denoting his name and number.

"Hey," he said, trying to put his hands in his pockets. "I'm Sid, I don't think I've seen you before, are you with the..."

She waited a minute, for him to at least try to guess.

"Part of the film crew, I usually sit in front of a computer and edit hours of game footage," Hannah finally replied, and surprised herself by feeling a little bad for making him feel awkward. Normally she loved that kind of thing.

"Oh, sorry I bet that's pretty boring," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, though now that I have carpal tunnel I won't be doing anymore editing so I'll get to be behind the camera, where I'd rather be," Hannah didn't know why she was sharing all of this with him. Something about his kind, Canadian personality made her open up.

"Carpal tunnel? Oh, that sucks," he looked genuinely sympathetic.

"Yeah, but it's nothing like getting hit in the face with a puck; I've seen that footage too many times," She replied, referring to an injury he suffered last season. "Glad to see you're better, though."

"Yeah that was hard, but it happens," he shrugged as if breaking his jaw and losing several teeth was not a big deal. "It was nice meeting you... did I catch your name?"

"Hannah."

"Nice to meet you Hannah, I'm sure I'll see you around," he replied politely, and walked off to introduce himself to another staff member.

Okay, so maybe he was nice, but the rest are still probably jerks. Right?

Hannah managed to sneak out soon after her conversation with Sid.

She was actually pretty excited to get behind a camera again. And she would get to pretty soon, too, because they started regular practice the next week. Maybe if she did well, she could get out of the NHL and find a real job in the film industry. Maybe?

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