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axeslademy disk drive is working again! squee! and the hen hatched out another chick this morning, cuuute! and since the disk drive is working, the next chapter of 'Something Different' (my original fiction thing) or at least what I think is the end of the next chapter. dunno, the muses abruptly stops and I always let them when they want to
Her name was Rachel. That changed somewhere in between Texas and California. She rechristened herself Roxanne with a bottle of wine two days after her high school graduation in a seedy hotel. No longer Rachel Mitchland, now Roxanne Starr. She immediately changed all mental references to herself, writing the name out dozens of times on any piece of paper she could find, imagining how it would look on marquees and posters.
She thought of calling her parents that night, telling them that Rachel had died and that Roxanne had been born of her ashes, or at least to tell them that she had left. Of course, they must know by now. She’d told them for years that she would leave as soon as her graduation gown was off, but they still must be worried. After all, those people couldn’t see her dreams so why would they believe her plans?
Well, it didn’t matter anyway. She had a whole new life to start, and it would help if her parents didn’t interfere for awhile, get to her conscience and convince her to come back to live out the rest of her days at some dive serving drinks. She’d call them later, when she was famous so they’d know that woman in all the magazines who had her same luscious dark red hair, sparkling blue eyes, pale skin and wonderful facial structure was indeed their baby.
Smiling at that thought, Ra-Roxanne curled up under the itchy blankets to dream and plan tomorrow. Looking through the paper for any little theater jobs, knowing that she’d feel by instinct which one would rush her straight to stardom. It happened to all the stars, right? What she didn’t take into account was that for every girl who ‘made it’ after just one job in a two bit theater, there were hundreds more who worked in those same theaters for years, and had to sleep with their costars to pay for the one room apartments they shared with two other girls.
Her name was Rachel. That changed somewhere in between Texas and California. She rechristened herself Roxanne with a bottle of wine two days after her high school graduation in a seedy hotel. No longer Rachel Mitchland, now Roxanne Starr. She immediately changed all mental references to herself, writing the name out dozens of times on any piece of paper she could find, imagining how it would look on marquees and posters.
She thought of calling her parents that night, telling them that Rachel had died and that Roxanne had been born of her ashes, or at least to tell them that she had left. Of course, they must know by now. She’d told them for years that she would leave as soon as her graduation gown was off, but they still must be worried. After all, those people couldn’t see her dreams so why would they believe her plans?
Well, it didn’t matter anyway. She had a whole new life to start, and it would help if her parents didn’t interfere for awhile, get to her conscience and convince her to come back to live out the rest of her days at some dive serving drinks. She’d call them later, when she was famous so they’d know that woman in all the magazines who had her same luscious dark red hair, sparkling blue eyes, pale skin and wonderful facial structure was indeed their baby.
Smiling at that thought, Ra-Roxanne curled up under the itchy blankets to dream and plan tomorrow. Looking through the paper for any little theater jobs, knowing that she’d feel by instinct which one would rush her straight to stardom. It happened to all the stars, right? What she didn’t take into account was that for every girl who ‘made it’ after just one job in a two bit theater, there were hundreds more who worked in those same theaters for years, and had to sleep with their costars to pay for the one room apartments they shared with two other girls.
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