Hey guys and gals! This is my first That 70's show fanfic. I will continue if you guys think it's alright. I got my idea from one other fanfic called 'Ready for Love,' and the episode of That 70's show when Eric's cousin comes. I hope you like it, please consider this: I have a great sense of humor, but I suck at jokes and things like that. I'll try to be funny! I promise, so please enjoy!
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She hated the attention and the ballrooms. She hated the dresses and the God awful shoes, and above all, she hated her so called 'goody two shoes' reputation. Tuesday Forman (Formally known as Tiffany Martin) was sick and tried of the ball room dancing scene.
If it was up to Tuesday, she would have been in a garage band some where. She would be in California and far away from Janine. Janine was her stepmother, and she was the one who had forced the dancing lessons upon Tuesday's shoulders. Tuesday didn't believe that it was Janine's fault for her success though, it was her own fault. She continued the lessons, she didn't take off her practicing high heels, and she hadn't been the one to tell her father that she hated the lessons. It was her fault she had gotten this far.
"Next up ladies and gentle men, Blake Jacobs and Tiffany Martin." the mellow voice said over the microphone.
Her dancing partner, Blake, took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Tuesday was mentally kicking herself for letting this abomination happen.
As the dance progressed, Tuesday saw Janine taking to an agent. The one she said not to mess up in front of. Janine was not the lady you would want to mess with. She was all about college, jobs, money, and fame. It was her way or the highway, and Tuesday was permanently stuck on the high way. In Tuesday's mind, she saw herself tied up on railroad tracks and the old, nasty Janine train was going to run her over. So Tuesday just did what she was told.
The audience applauded softly. Tuesday wanted to hear the loud, ear splitting screams and claps of fans cheering her guitar playing on. Not the sissy claps of snobs sitting at made up dinner tables.
"Oh Tiffany dear," Janine cooed "There's someone here who wants to see you!"
Tuesday trudged over to the agent in the pastel yellow leisure suit. He looked so tacky with his awful, black toupee and the oversized brown glasses. He must have gotten dressed in the dark.
"Tiffany I see great potential in you! Your waltz was amazing!" he said. Obviously attempting to butter her up.
"Not happening." she thought.
"Hello, if you don't mind I would like to talk about my future dancing career in private. I want to surprise my mother."
The man agreed and walked Tuesday to the current contest's lobby.
"Listen, I don't want to waltz around like some bimbo all of my life! I want to actually live my own life and not have you in it!"
This was the moment she had been waiting for. It was something her favorite cousin, Eric had told her to do, and at this moment she was absolutely ready to end this dancing crap once and for all!
"B-b-but Tiffan-"
"And don't call me that! That's not my real name! I'm not and will never ever be Tiffany Martin!"
At this point she considered herself insane for yelling at this poor man, but it was finally her time to shine.
She kicked off her ugly flesh toned shoes and ran out to her Volkswagen bus. She hopped in her front seat and pulled the old red suitcase out from under it. She quickly changed into some light blue bellbottoms and a sunshine yellow tank top and slipped on her red Converse high tops.
At last, Tuesday Forman would have a normal teenage life. At least for now.
Okay now I know what you are all thinking 'what is this?' Well, my friends it is just the beginning and the gang is coming up soon! So don't you worry. This was just to get the feeling of where Tuesday was coming from, and in the next chapter she will be described…for now she is the canvas waiting to be painted by you! Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome, and in fact are encouraged!
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