Okay, let's get the major stuff out of the way. "Hey Arnold" does not belong to me. It belongs to Craig B. I just borrow them, fast foreward some years and do really fun things with them. A few little things. This is before I found out Geraldine was cannon. Yes, I know Arnold's last name is not McIssacs...that we know of. And there was an episode where Arnold went to Quigly Stadium...hence the entire Chicago backdrop.
This is your complementary angst and sap warning. I ran into a maple tree before writing this story. If you are allergic to either of these, stop reading now.
Feedback is always appriciated. Flames will be dicected and toasted with marshmellows.
And now...on with the story...
Genevieve walked into the theater she'd almost been living in for the past year with a sigh
of relief. One more day down, only thirty five more days to go.
When her manager suggested taking a break from the stress of Broadway to do a year tour in Chicago theaters, she had refused. It had taken an incredible amount of persuasion on his part to
finally get her to agree. She hadn't known why at the time but the very thought of staying
in Chicago gave her the chills. She hadn't been back to the town since she'd left as a child.
She hadn't even considered it an option. That part of her life had been left here when she
had been forcefully removed and sent to live with her sister in New York.
Her parents had told her it was for her own good and that she needed culture. They enrolled her in an exclusive prep school, then she spent her high school career in the New York School of
Performing Arts...the only good thing her parents ever did for her.
After a few months of the prep school she had learned to quickly adapt to her new life.
Along with her new life, she took a new name. No longer could she be Helga Pataki, the
tomboy bully of Chicago; she would now be Genevieve Boulivier, the graceful actress of
New York. The longer she was there, the more her old life seemed like a dream. There
was only one link still reminding her that it had truly happened.
Phoebe.
Somehow, Phoebe had convinced Olga to give out her address and they had been corresponding sinceeighth grade.
She was the only real reason that Genevieve had agreed to come to Chicago and do stage.
She was dying to find out what Phoebe looked like now and how her life had turned out.
When they finally met again, the years lost melted away. They tried to see each other at
least once a month while Genevieve was in town. It was on one of those visits that she
had met Phoebe's fiancee, Gerald Johansson. She had stood there in shock for a moment,
when she was introduced. Due to the agreement they had made as teenagers, Phoebe
hadn't told anyone the true identity of Genevieve Boulivier, not even her fiancee. And
Gerald, luckily was too caught up in Phoebe to ever question her or to take a longer look
at the young woman.
Now with the year closing out, Genevieve found herself anxious to return to New
York. She would miss Phoebe, but this town was starting to get to her. She had even had
a dream about him last night. That was something that hadn't happened in almost twenty
years. Dreams when she was younger, when she wasTHAT person, that was fine. But
not now.
"Prima donna, we're all waiting for you." Came the joking comment from one of her
co-stars. She glance around, dropping her sweater and purse onto one of the seats.
"Is Melissa not here yet?" she asked, jokingly. She climbed up onto the stage and joined
the others in rehearsal.
This is your complementary angst and sap warning. I ran into a maple tree before writing this story. If you are allergic to either of these, stop reading now.
Feedback is always appriciated. Flames will be dicected and toasted with marshmellows.
And now...on with the story...
Genevieve walked into the theater she'd almost been living in for the past year with a sigh
of relief. One more day down, only thirty five more days to go.
When her manager suggested taking a break from the stress of Broadway to do a year tour in Chicago theaters, she had refused. It had taken an incredible amount of persuasion on his part to
finally get her to agree. She hadn't known why at the time but the very thought of staying
in Chicago gave her the chills. She hadn't been back to the town since she'd left as a child.
She hadn't even considered it an option. That part of her life had been left here when she
had been forcefully removed and sent to live with her sister in New York.
Her parents had told her it was for her own good and that she needed culture. They enrolled her in an exclusive prep school, then she spent her high school career in the New York School of
Performing Arts...the only good thing her parents ever did for her.
After a few months of the prep school she had learned to quickly adapt to her new life.
Along with her new life, she took a new name. No longer could she be Helga Pataki, the
tomboy bully of Chicago; she would now be Genevieve Boulivier, the graceful actress of
New York. The longer she was there, the more her old life seemed like a dream. There
was only one link still reminding her that it had truly happened.
Phoebe.
Somehow, Phoebe had convinced Olga to give out her address and they had been corresponding sinceeighth grade.
She was the only real reason that Genevieve had agreed to come to Chicago and do stage.
She was dying to find out what Phoebe looked like now and how her life had turned out.
When they finally met again, the years lost melted away. They tried to see each other at
least once a month while Genevieve was in town. It was on one of those visits that she
had met Phoebe's fiancee, Gerald Johansson. She had stood there in shock for a moment,
when she was introduced. Due to the agreement they had made as teenagers, Phoebe
hadn't told anyone the true identity of Genevieve Boulivier, not even her fiancee. And
Gerald, luckily was too caught up in Phoebe to ever question her or to take a longer look
at the young woman.
Now with the year closing out, Genevieve found herself anxious to return to New
York. She would miss Phoebe, but this town was starting to get to her. She had even had
a dream about him last night. That was something that hadn't happened in almost twenty
years. Dreams when she was younger, when she wasTHAT person, that was fine. But
not now.
"Prima donna, we're all waiting for you." Came the joking comment from one of her
co-stars. She glance around, dropping her sweater and purse onto one of the seats.
"Is Melissa not here yet?" she asked, jokingly. She climbed up onto the stage and joined
the others in rehearsal.