AN: Hello, This is the first story I have ever submitted. Any Reviews will be greatly appreciated. If you have story suggestions I will try to incorporate them if they fit in my original idea for the story.
I have tried to stay true to Canon although V.C.A story timeline has a few discrepancies. This is a continuation of the Flowers series.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't even have a job so please don't sue !)
To Wish Upon a Fallen Star
My mother once told me that she named me Cadance because she loved to dance and always heard music in her head. I loved my name. It made me feel special.
Once my mother was very beautiful and famous. She was a prima ballerina who danced in New York City and in Europe. There were pictures of her all over our trailer.
There was a time when I admired my mother. I thought she was as beautiful as the Ballerina Barbie I got for Christmas when I was five. But I learned quickly that my mother was self-centered and her love for me was conditional on my becoming a prima ballerina…just like her.
She was obsessed with Ballet and was determined that I would also be famous some day. She taught me to dance from the time I could walk. She made me dance everyday, sometimes for hours at a time. I used to fall down in exhaustion and cry from the pain of the strenuous exercises. Momma would tell me that pain and exhaustion were a big part of life and I needed to get used to it.
I guess she would know. My once beautiful, famous, and rich mother had become poor and middle-aged.
She worked at a diner called 'Big Ben's Truck Stop'. All we could afford on her salary as a waitress was a horrible, run-down 2 bedroom trailer in the Golden Oaks Trailer Park that mommas old boyfriend had before he died. We lived out in the country miles from town.
There were very few trailers on our lot and they were spaced so far apart that you could never see your neighbor from the yard. There was a woman momma's age that was a Hidden Jewels saleswoman. Her son was an unemployed 25 year old that was always staring at me.
His name was Robert Raymond Pickens. His friend's called him Slim. Momma would call him "My Bobby Ray." She met him when he went into the diner one day and told her that she was beautiful enough to be a model and as graceful as a swan. Momma's ears perked up. By the end of her shift she was in love.
From that moment on, everything she wanted, dreamed of or wished for was Bobby Ray. Bobby Ray had a friend with the power to make momma a dancer again. Bobby Ray had connections. Bobby Ray wouldn't throw her to the wolves like my father did.