A.N. - I know this doesn't start out as your typical Star Wars fic. I PROMISE that it *WILL* be a SW fic. Mary Sue's eat your heart out. HA. I hate that term, by the way. "Mary Sue." What does it mean, anyway? It's like... any romantic fic involving a famous guy and a girl hooking up is a "Mary Sue" these days. It used to be the pathetic plotline stories that hooked 'em up. JUST the pathetic ones. The ones that had no substance. That had no depth. So what if they get together. But now I'm ruining the ending for you... and I haven't even written the part where they meet! Muahaha... I'm evil. Ahem.
Anyway.... The typical disclaimers inserted here. I don't own Star Wars.. or those characters claimed by George Lucas and Lucas Films. Wish I did. I'd have my own lil display case for each character.. it would be fun. Also, don't steal *my* characters or titles. The band name is *mine* thank you. Anyways.. oh yeah... Please don't sue. If there's a qualm with it, tell me. Otherwise, you'll just be getting the pocket lint I own. I'm poor. Well... a college student. That goes hand in hand with near-bankruptcy. Reviews are a wonderful thing... though I might be removing this fic from FF.net if they ban actor-based fiction. A protest of mine. WELL. That said and done... on with the story!!!
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It started like any story might, just like any other day in the Mid-Atlantic states might begin like: raining. In fact, there was little difference between this day and any other at it's origin. A light drizzle had begun around four a.m., setting an enchanting silver sheen over the world, hazing an overly hot sun and there by earning the gratitude of all but the neighborhood children, who detested the rain for the sole reason that it kept them indoors.
Every so often a sharp crack of illumination sizzled the summer's congested sky. After all, it was the hottest season and that meant almost every rainstorm came with at least ONE lightning bolt. Most came with more.
Damp, muggy air wafted into Alyssa's bedroom, billowing the paper-thin, mint hued curtains like a phantasm into the room. Groggy from her night's rest the slim girl stirred, rolling over between clinging cotton sheets to peer a glazed gaze upon the glowing numbers of her bedside clock. Seven a.m. Time to get up and ready herself for a show-night. She was a violinist for a gothic band - "Tears of Hope" - and though it only took her five minutes to throw on her costume, there were rehersals and hair curling to do, tuning of her violin once more, and setting up the stage.
Sleep-numbed stems swung out from the mattress, staggering upon the floor a few times before standing properly. Arms raised like a cat above her head, clawing at the ceiling lightly a few moments, then off she tumbled toward the bathroom she and a bandmate shared, turning on the water to warm up after a night of... well.. cooling a *little* bit. While the water was heating up she dug out her makeup kit, peering through the contents to figure out what she'd bring with her this night. A sparkling black lipstick she loved mainly because it contained more glitter than a fairy. Her smudge-proof jet eyeliner to create a rather egyptian look upon her face... and a small packet of stick-on gems. All were collected and put into pockets here and there on her outfit, save for the lipstick which she would later stick in her violin case. The water finally reached the nice, steaming temperature she enjoyed and she proceeded to shower herself.
Once sufficiently clean, she continued her quest to get ready. Her unruly hair was taken from it's curly tangles and brushed, then stuck into curlers to tame the locks into proper form. While they were setting her hair in place, she dressed. Fishnet stockings were slung on after her underwear.... then came the red, plaid skirt with the zippers up each side (pockets for her gear, actually), and a transparent, long sleeved top.
Two hours after she woke, Alyssa was as ready as she ever could be. Her prized acoustic violin had been polished, primed, and placed into the case she'd had altered specifically for her. It worked much like a guitar case - able to be carried on hand or by using the straps she had put upon it to wear on her back. It was rather ingenious, really. Inside the case were compartments for two CD's and one night's selection of makeup - if she used the travel-sized versions. In addition to all of that, there was still the proper place for the bow and resin block, as well as the assumed instrument. It was her "trademark" in the band, this case of hers.
She skittered into her closet one more time, pulling out a black satin ribbon to wrap around the elastic used to bind her hair into a curly ponytail. Taking a deep breath, she turned to leave her walk-in closet, a smile of anticipation upon midnight-painted lips.
Anyway.... The typical disclaimers inserted here. I don't own Star Wars.. or those characters claimed by George Lucas and Lucas Films. Wish I did. I'd have my own lil display case for each character.. it would be fun. Also, don't steal *my* characters or titles. The band name is *mine* thank you. Anyways.. oh yeah... Please don't sue. If there's a qualm with it, tell me. Otherwise, you'll just be getting the pocket lint I own. I'm poor. Well... a college student. That goes hand in hand with near-bankruptcy. Reviews are a wonderful thing... though I might be removing this fic from FF.net if they ban actor-based fiction. A protest of mine. WELL. That said and done... on with the story!!!
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It started like any story might, just like any other day in the Mid-Atlantic states might begin like: raining. In fact, there was little difference between this day and any other at it's origin. A light drizzle had begun around four a.m., setting an enchanting silver sheen over the world, hazing an overly hot sun and there by earning the gratitude of all but the neighborhood children, who detested the rain for the sole reason that it kept them indoors.
Every so often a sharp crack of illumination sizzled the summer's congested sky. After all, it was the hottest season and that meant almost every rainstorm came with at least ONE lightning bolt. Most came with more.
Damp, muggy air wafted into Alyssa's bedroom, billowing the paper-thin, mint hued curtains like a phantasm into the room. Groggy from her night's rest the slim girl stirred, rolling over between clinging cotton sheets to peer a glazed gaze upon the glowing numbers of her bedside clock. Seven a.m. Time to get up and ready herself for a show-night. She was a violinist for a gothic band - "Tears of Hope" - and though it only took her five minutes to throw on her costume, there were rehersals and hair curling to do, tuning of her violin once more, and setting up the stage.
Sleep-numbed stems swung out from the mattress, staggering upon the floor a few times before standing properly. Arms raised like a cat above her head, clawing at the ceiling lightly a few moments, then off she tumbled toward the bathroom she and a bandmate shared, turning on the water to warm up after a night of... well.. cooling a *little* bit. While the water was heating up she dug out her makeup kit, peering through the contents to figure out what she'd bring with her this night. A sparkling black lipstick she loved mainly because it contained more glitter than a fairy. Her smudge-proof jet eyeliner to create a rather egyptian look upon her face... and a small packet of stick-on gems. All were collected and put into pockets here and there on her outfit, save for the lipstick which she would later stick in her violin case. The water finally reached the nice, steaming temperature she enjoyed and she proceeded to shower herself.
Once sufficiently clean, she continued her quest to get ready. Her unruly hair was taken from it's curly tangles and brushed, then stuck into curlers to tame the locks into proper form. While they were setting her hair in place, she dressed. Fishnet stockings were slung on after her underwear.... then came the red, plaid skirt with the zippers up each side (pockets for her gear, actually), and a transparent, long sleeved top.
Two hours after she woke, Alyssa was as ready as she ever could be. Her prized acoustic violin had been polished, primed, and placed into the case she'd had altered specifically for her. It worked much like a guitar case - able to be carried on hand or by using the straps she had put upon it to wear on her back. It was rather ingenious, really. Inside the case were compartments for two CD's and one night's selection of makeup - if she used the travel-sized versions. In addition to all of that, there was still the proper place for the bow and resin block, as well as the assumed instrument. It was her "trademark" in the band, this case of hers.
She skittered into her closet one more time, pulling out a black satin ribbon to wrap around the elastic used to bind her hair into a curly ponytail. Taking a deep breath, she turned to leave her walk-in closet, a smile of anticipation upon midnight-painted lips.