Disclaimer: Still not mine, bitches.
Notes: Chris, yes I'm planning on coming home next weekend. I've been drafted to sing a song in the choir show even though I dropped choir um.. last year. XD.. so that's on Friday night and I hope to be coming home straight away after that. w00t.
Rehearsals for the musical started last week so when this story gets left hanging like all my others.. that's why. xD
So uh... know that. And I know these are short and crappy, but uh.. oh well. See, what I need to do is just be someone's muse. Because I get these cool ideas and then get too lazy to follow through.
If anyone is hiring a muse, I'm free!
Ever since anyone could remember, Maureen Johnson had been a complete drama queen. What they didn't realize was that behind her painted on exterior, there was a small, scared little girl just trying to be loved. By the time she was 17, she had a string of failed relationships and an eating disorder – all for the sake of making other people happy.
Through her ups and downs, she tried everything she could to be philosophical and become centered and balanced. She tried a plethora of religions tried to find her inner peace in Buddhism and her warm center of light being a Cabbalist. When nothing seemed to be working and her chakra seemed to her to be a dark blackish grey than the bright white it was supposed to be, she threw herself into another relationship or cause or production. Anything to keep her mind off the fact that her inner self was not at peace.
Then Maureen met Angel. That was how Maureen Johnson learned that no matter what, the show must go on.
