This fan-fiction contains characters from Aladdin, Atlantis, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Hercules, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Mulan, Pinocchio, Sleeping Beauty, Tangled, Tarzan, The Little Mermaid, The Princess and the Frog, Treasure Planet, andWreck-it-Ralph. However, it is a Tangled fic. And for those of you who might have actually worked on a movie set, I realize that some on my info is probably incorrect. I apologize for that; my expertise is live theater. And, yeah, I'm pulling names from my other AU fic. It makes it easy; I don't have to pick new names. Please enjoy my new fan-fiction.

Chapter 1 – The New Guy on the Set

Rapunzel never thought about anything when she sewed. Her machine thrashed up and down over the sheer blue fabric. The sequins clipped at the needle. She hit a pin. Chunk. The machine stopped, groaning. The head of the broken needle now caught in the fabric.

"For the love of…rrrrr."

Esmeralda looked up from her own machine.

"That's what you get for using a lead foot," she chastised. Rapunzel said nothing as she pushed her rolling chair away and walked over to the tool caddy, to get the machine screwdriver and a new needle.

"You know," said Cinderella, "the needle usually doesn't break if you pull the pins out." She was standing over Rapunzel's work station, inspecting the damage.

"But then I have to slow down so I don't catch my finger. And we have a deadline."

"Rapunzel," Esmeralda said, without looking up from her work, "they aren't shooting that scene for another three days. And these are just repairs." She backstitched her garment and stopped her machine. She pulled the shirt out and cut the threads. She inspected it. It was a cream colored peasant top made of a gauzy fabric. "I'm not gonna lie, the story line for this movie is odd. We're having to make costumes from almost every time era."

"And every region," Cinderella said. She gestured to five z-racks full of costumes: middle eastern, Russian, Scandinavian, medieval, Cavaliere, French Revolution, American Civil war, Victorian, World War I, 1960's, and present. "But I think it's incredibly romantic."

"You think everything is romantic."

"I'm a dreamer."

Rapunzel tried to not get involved in Esmeralda and Cinderella's conversation. She needed to get back into her previous mode: work. She changed the broken needle and started again. Only some of the clothes were being repaired. She was working on a larger costume. It was meant to be a dress for the spirit of the wind (Rapunzel agreed with Esmeralda, the movie was weird), with flowing layers of thin colors, molding together to a tattered mess. She held it up and gave it a shake. The fabric shimmered. It was almost done. Just a few more layers and it would be finished.

Rapunzel took the garment to the work table where the other pieces were. She began to pin them on when the door to the shop was opened.

"Ladies, I've got your orders!" Rapunzel looked up to see Aladdin, the movie's go-for. In one hand, he had a bag of Chick-Fli-a, in the other, he had coffees from Starbucks.

"Yes! Food is here!" Esmeralda jumped up from her seat and snatched the food sack from Al. She rummaged in the sack for her sandwich.

"Well, it's nice to know I'm appreciated."

"You are." Esmeralda pecked Aladdin on the cheek.

"Hey, don't let my girlfriend catch you doing that."

"She won't know," said Esmeralda innocently. "She's studying abroad in England right now."

"Yeah," said Aladdin. There was just a hint of gloominess to his voice. He turned to Rapunzel and offered her coffee. "Rapunzel, do you want your drink."

"Not right now. I'm working over a costume." She finished her pinning and went back to her machine. Al looked at the other two girls.

"Has she left this machine at all today?"

"Only when she breaks needles," Cinderella said as she pulled two coffees from the drink holder and accepted her nuggets from Esmeralda. She handed the extra cup to her.

"And how many needles has she broken today?"

"Twelve."

"Rapunzel, it's not a thrashing machine," Aladdin said, sounding much like Esmeralda.

"You want to get on this thing and meet my deadlines, be my guest." She gestured to the machine.

"No, thank you, I am perfectly happy being everyone's go-for." Aladdin tipped his ball cap. "I'll be seeing you ladies the next time you need a food fix." He turned on his heel and almost got the door opened in his face. He jumped back just as Mr. Whitmore's head came into focus.

Mr. Whitmore was the eccentric director of the movie. It was actually because of his money that the movie was even being produced. No other person had wanted to deal with the script or budget. Coming in behind him was his secretary, Megara, and his head researcher, Milo, who was babbling about something.

"But, sir, the architecture for that scene is incorrect. If you'll just look at my notes and research pictures, you can see that what we have is clearly a building based off of the Georgian building style, not Russian. Just a few minor changes will fix that. Felix said he could take care of it today, if you'd only give your approval."

"The audience won't notice, Milo." He waved the boy away. Milo scowled, and immediately had to push his large coke-bottle glasses back up his nose.

Mr. Whitmore clapped his hands together.

"Ladies, I'm here to drop off our new stunt man for measurements." He gestured to the door with a flourish. But no one was there. "Where'd he go?" Meg walked to look out the door.

"Hey!" she yelled. "Get your butt in here!" Meg was not known for being the most polite woman. In a moment, a man was filling the door way.

Rapunzel lifted her head, just to see what sort of a size man he was, but instead, she goggled at him.

The man was very tall and gorgeous! It was his eyes; they were so dark brown, but they caught the light so perfectly, like the chocolate diamonds that Jared's was selling. His nose was so straight, and perfect. He smiled at the costume girls.

"Hello, ladies, I'm Eugene Fitzherbert."