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Nov. 1st, 2015
"We are family..."
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emilywhereverimayfindherWho? Emily Cole, Lincoln Cole, and Clint Chevalier
What? Making it right
When? Sunday Morning
Where? Lorenzo's place
Emily had tossed and turned all night Saturday night. Hell, she'd been tossing and turning a lot lately. Things just hadn't been right, and she knew a hell of a lot of that was her own doing, though she couldn't know for sure why. Was it because of the fact that she'd come so close to dying, only to be saved by Angela? Or was it because in her fear and inability to cope, she'd pushed Angela away? Being in danger wasn't new to her. She and Clint were in danger most of the time. It was a life they'd chosen, and she was damn proud of what they'd been able to accomplish together. Something had been different the day it happened with Angela, though. Something that she couldn't really wrap her head around or explain, and to this day, she hadn't been able to put a finger on it or stop it. It had cost her Angela, and while she hoped she might one day have the chance to get her back, it wouldn't be fair until she had at least some idea of why she'd hurt her in the first place.
At the moment, though, there was the heavy weight on her mind that her brother and her husband/best friend were put out with her. They'd had enough of the moping, whining, self-centered bitch she'd become, and to be quite honest, so had Emily herself. Clint was sick, and instead of her normal, which would've been to immediately get to wherever he was and help, she had been telling Linc to take care of him, and being a pathetic excuse for family. That was what had her up, first thing on a Sunday morning, with a hot thermos of thin broth that she hoped Clint could keep down, standing outside Lorenzo's door. She didn't ring the buzzer, not wanting to wake Holly if she was still asleep, but she sent a text to Linc. I'm outside. Can you let me in?
What? Making it right
When? Sunday Morning
Where? Lorenzo's place
Emily had tossed and turned all night Saturday night. Hell, she'd been tossing and turning a lot lately. Things just hadn't been right, and she knew a hell of a lot of that was her own doing, though she couldn't know for sure why. Was it because of the fact that she'd come so close to dying, only to be saved by Angela? Or was it because in her fear and inability to cope, she'd pushed Angela away? Being in danger wasn't new to her. She and Clint were in danger most of the time. It was a life they'd chosen, and she was damn proud of what they'd been able to accomplish together. Something had been different the day it happened with Angela, though. Something that she couldn't really wrap her head around or explain, and to this day, she hadn't been able to put a finger on it or stop it. It had cost her Angela, and while she hoped she might one day have the chance to get her back, it wouldn't be fair until she had at least some idea of why she'd hurt her in the first place.
At the moment, though, there was the heavy weight on her mind that her brother and her husband/best friend were put out with her. They'd had enough of the moping, whining, self-centered bitch she'd become, and to be quite honest, so had Emily herself. Clint was sick, and instead of her normal, which would've been to immediately get to wherever he was and help, she had been telling Linc to take care of him, and being a pathetic excuse for family. That was what had her up, first thing on a Sunday morning, with a hot thermos of thin broth that she hoped Clint could keep down, standing outside Lorenzo's door. She didn't ring the buzzer, not wanting to wake Holly if she was still asleep, but she sent a text to Linc. I'm outside. Can you let me in?
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Nov. 1st, 2015 12:58 pmletyourcolorsburstReally earned my pay packet with this one.
Lewis Sheldon shared an article
Lewis Sheldon shared an article
FOOTLOOSE GOES THRILLERThe cast of Footloose: The Musical have delighted audience with a surprise impromptu performance of Michael Jackson's Thriller at the steps of the Sydney Opera House. In honour of Halloween, the cast including understudies and chorus members all dressed as zombies, was lead by Justin Campbell in the pre-show performance to raise money for the Shades of Violet Foundation and the It Gets Better project. Justin, the youngest Ambassador for the Shades of Violet Foundation said, "We're just loving our time in Australia and want to have as much fun as we can. I've got this amazing opportunity to do what I love, and I'm never going to stop using it to help others who need to know they're just not alone." The final sell-out performance of Footloose: The Musicial in Sydney is Sunday night at the Sydney Opera House. |