Angel Grove Net

Tonight, after I got home from rehearsal, almost a full tech at this point, I was in the kitchen, trying to wake myself up with some between sessions coffee, when Enjolras walked into the room, took a look at my coffee and stole it from me, proclaiming that midnight was way too late to be drinking coffee or planning a third practice thank you very much. He then proceeded to dump my precious coffee down the drain, and force an ice pack upon me, telling me that my hand was incredibly swollen and I needed to be careful.

When I tried pointing out that I can be careful after Christmas, and have engagements booked everywhere for the next few days, he got that really serious look on his face, signaled Dad who literally snuck up behind me, grabbed me under the arms and proceeded to carry me to bed, telling me there was no way in Hell this was going to stand.

I tried to point out that I am technically a professional and adult with commitments to keep to all of the places I've agreed to play, but they were hearing really little of it, going on about me needing sleep and being sixteen and all the rest They're letting me keep Midnight Mass and the family one on Christmas Eve provided I don't overdo it tomorrow and rest for a while.

And you know, maybe they're right. I...kind of like the fact that they're acting like my Parents again as opposed to my parents who let Uncle Marius deal with everything. It's nice to know they care directly, yeah? Not that I'm supposed to be online right now and I'm getting off now, yes I swear, but I'm pretty lucky they're mine and all, and will keep me from doing stupid things to myself before it gets TOO dire.

I...sorta missed them here.

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...I am ...

My professor just called with news about a thing...



...I can't...

Guess who is playing, amongst a host of other concerts and masses through the season, the MIDNIGHT VIGIL AT NOTRE DAME?

It's like every Christmas Wish since I was eight years old come TRUE.

I am so far beyond psyched right now it isn't even funny. This is going to be amazing.

Guess who got the final go-ahead from the ortho, the pt, and the fathers to pick up a violin again?!

It's been the longest, fucking dullest summer of my life, but now, it all gets better. After all the time I lost, I guess it'd better. To celebrate, I'm going to be playing The Four Seasons, all four of them, all the way through, mistakes are not to be accepted and will be policed. And then I'm trying them again tomorrow. JUST in time to get reasonably prepped for next semester too.

Situation? Incredibly fucking AMAZING.

Everything's coming up Antoine. There is nothing, nothing at all, to make this any more amazing, short of being able to obtain that Strad. In the meantime, I will SO take this.

At what point can you sue your parents, your extended family, and your idiot fucking therapist for ruining your life and sabotaging your future livelihood, again? Because it's looking like that's in the cards for SOON.

...One can be emancipated by age 16, yes?

Well, I'm totally fucked.

Back in a cast for the summer. Because I've "overplayed" and "put too much strain on myself" while I was getting ready for my recital. And apparently I've lost weight and become anemic. And the doctor insists on telling my parents all of these things. None of which any of my family really need to know. I mean, I love them but...they don't get it.

Or maybe I don't get it anymore. I only wanted to play, and to be perfect not to...

They are going to be upset and my godfather will be livid.

I've...really messed up big this time. JUST what I needed right now.

Playing til you bleed is:

A. Perfectly normal and sane because you'll literally die if you lose first chair to the gothy asshole in your class.

B. A little obsessive but acceptable during finals crunch

C. "perfectly ridiculous, Antoine Marius, the scholarship isn't paying for you to ruin yourself", and if Perre or Dad or Enjolras doesn't kill you, Uncle Marius WILL."

In other news, does anyone have a surefire fix for dislocating your wrists? I'm a little tired of having to stop to pop mine back in every session, and the Angel of Music sure as hell doesn't visit the naughty children who don't practice their pieces, and I need his presence at my upcoming recital and summer auditions, so stopping isn't an option.

Ow though. Seriously, ow.

My brain hurts and it's not from a headache...

I might have caused a row at the bookstore.

So, I've been sixteen since Wednesday now, and been getting ready for a couple of pretty serious auditions and composition theory has been seriously kicking my ass, and it's not, you know, eighteen or anything, but I DID want to kind of show off and tell you a little about my actual birthday itself.

So, I get to my quartet workshop Wednesday morning, and our prof informs me my family dropped my stuff off early. And I have no idea what's going on, because I've got my case in my hand, right? Still, I go over to my locker and I find something totally fucking amazing in there.

( I think this is when you say to tag my porn )


S/he's absolutely the most beautiful non-human creature I have ever seen, and prettier than all but one real girl I've ever seen and we are madly in love with each other already.

I also have an amazingly snakey bow because my godfather is pretty awesome, thank you, Uncle Marius, and my little sister got us manicures because she knows me far too well and yeah. Pretty amazing day really.

Hey.... it's Nancy. I thought you might want to go out.

I'm not okay.

Some major family shit went down tonight. Like. Major.

They decided to drop a few bombs on us.

( TLDR nothing in the way of warnings )

Neither of us could sleep tonight, last night?, so we made cocoa after we were pretty sure the parentals were asleep, and we've tried to spend the night talking all this stuff out, but it mostly hasn't helped, since the problem is that they are being lazy and selfish assholes when it comes to one thing, and just weird for the other.

Since tomorrow is the last day before we break for ten days anyway, we've kind of both agreed I'm not going to class today but am pretending I'm taking her to campus to hang out in the library while I go to said classes, and instead of that, we're going to spend it trying to do fun things in the city to get our minds off everything that's happened.

I wonder now, though, if that's not enough. Maybe we need to talk to someone. Can anybody here help out?

All I know is I hate feeling so weird about everything, and seeing my little sister cry,so anything that can help us, I'll accept.

Well.

This week officially sucks.

I'm reasonably sure fate's got it out for this family.

I need fake champagne. And Debussy.

...And maybe Starship Troopers.


That said, if you were in the hospital and severely dehydrated and in too much pain to be kept awake long at all, what would you want somebody to bring you?

If any of you know my daughter, her name is Aketet. I want to give you an answer to why she's not seen any of you in nearly a week. Aketet is currently bedridden, on IV, heart and brain monitor, and a feeding tube.

She contracted a disease from the Silurian side of her, thanks to another Silurian who landed in the world and she... has a 95-98% chance of perishing this. We're doing all we can, have a Silurian doctor that, thank heavens came in, working on her.

But this all relies on her strength. I can't let anyone come see her, for fear of other pathogens coming into her system, but I am willing to offer messages or... if any of you care enough for gifts. Plants are always a very good things because of her Silurian side and their nature. Or cards, or... anything. She needs to know how much she is loved. Give her all the more to keep fighting this.

I will keep updates to anyone who wants it. You may ask for our address if you need it. Don't worry, it can only infect Silurian and those with Silurian genes, so us humans are safe... unless it mutates and then we're all doomed. As we were told it killed off most the young of the tribe they're from.

Well. Tonight was a thing that happened.

Does anybody else's parents take them out in public to deliver news they think you're going to freak out about because you won't do it in public, or is it just mine?

I mean, I've had one actually major freak out in my life, a couple months ago, and everything else...has been kind of standard. ...And okay, fine, I ran blindly into the woods at camp and broke my ankle and everything. But that was more a obvious response since I was so tired of fighting, and I picked the flight option instead. I've been drunk once in my life, and even though I'm kind of high right now, it's because I used an actual prescription painkiller to help with pain. One that Pere got for me and checked the dosage of.

Apparently, wanting to be alone, the thing where I'm not really talking more than I have to, and the whole not having friends thing means I'm psychologically fucked up. Enough that they decided I need a therapist to cope with all of this. And then, to make it even worse, they said that if I didn't choose to do it, there was no way that they were paying the conservatory if it didn't happen.

So, to make a really long story short, they're looking for somebody for that now. I guess it could be worse and all, and I don't know that I'm fucked up enough to need it, or just a shitty person in general, but apparently saying that part was a problem. But hey, I'll give it a SHOT at least?

It's something, I guess, right?

I was bored and had nothing to do, so Enjolras suggested I make a countdown of the days until my classes start. Instead,I used the internet, as slow as it IS this far in the past, to make a sort of counter thingie.

Holy shit, that's less than two weeks!

( look, I made a timer! )

Less than two weeks to when my REAL life begins. It seems so soon, but so far away too, and there's a lot that hasn't happened yet with my leg. I need more strings and rosin and a better case, and maybe something to wear that radiates maturity I don't think I actually have yet, because I'll be one of the youngest students joining the new class.

I wonder if I can convince Enjolras to head out to the shops with me, even if those...things keep running about...

Right so that was the weirdest trip to the doctor EVER, and I don't mean because Enjolras came with. Le Bon Marché has apparently invested in really great animatronic...things or some weird new performance art group. Taking the taxi past it was insane.

Most of the city is kind of insane, actually, and I have no actual idea what the fuck is going on but we got home safe enough, I'm cleared for the "fun" of PT, and I start at the conservatory in a couple weeks, so all of that's pretty good. Haven't seen Dad or Pere today and I really really hope they aren't out in all of this, even if I'm still not speaking to them. It would be kind of bad if anything happened and they still thought I was pissed.

I mean, I AM still pissed but it's on principle, you know? Here's hoping none of Pere's training dummies in his class come to life, or Dad's...I can't think of anything at the fencing salle that could come to life, actually. I hope anyway.

...I kind of...

How DO you apologize after a really really long time, anyway?

So I'm declaring THIS, the summer of VICODIN!

WhHo On here wants to jOin me?

Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well. And if you aren't, I'm here for you. No matter what, we can sit and talk. My im name is Poppyhop, and my email is the same, my phone number is [number]. Feel free to do whatever to contact me.

I love trips to zoos or the park, and find interest in a lot of things. Oh, I'm one of Éponine's kids. Her youngest. My name is Sophia Grace, you can call me Sophia or Poppy. I am 14! I need to find a school to start, somewhere I can have fun. I have teal wings and red hair and just love to enjoy life to the fullest, without causing harm to anyone or myself.

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They brought home The Replacement yesterday.

Consequently, I am currently not speaking to any of them, and pretty actively looking for a wayto get back to my own place in the timestream, if this is how things are gonna be. Because I can honestly not deal with any of this bullshit right now.

Yeah, I've got some privilege to check, and it's not like I'm starving to death on the street, and they're not abusive or anything, but that doesn't mean I've got a better handle on all this shit either. I'm a little young to be emancipated, and I probably can manage to get in the dorms this fall so I don't have to deal with an imposter then, but fuck if that doesn't mean this summer is going to be a fucking nightmare as it is.

It's not The Replacement's fault, what happened to Papa or anything, and I'm not actually mad at him because he didn't have a thing to do with any of this other than the universe dumping him with really crappy timing, but the other two, I'm not especially thrilled with, and they aren't going to MAKE me do a thing with him.

It's immature as fuck all, but I've heard enough stories to work out how to effectively barricade myself, and seeing that I've got a toilet. plenty of water, and a box of granola bars in here, I can outlast them for a while.

As to my next move, I guess we're gonna have to see.

So, tonight I got into this HUGE fight with my parents. Like...Major. Screaming, namecalling, accusations, throwing stuff around, I didn't even know that it was possible for me to GET so angry about...everything. I thought that I knew what I was doing and that everything was totally under control even though it sucked. I...

Dad's legitimately freaked out right now. Like, when I just left my room to hit the bathroom, I saw him still shaking in the corner, and Pere just looked really tired when he told me this was something we had to discuss later, once everybody's calmed down.

I'm not even sure how to...all I know is that right now, I feel really crappy, even though everything I said was right. I'm not sure what to do, I guess, and I know I'm in a LOT of trouble and I just...I don't know, need to talk to somebody I guess, if anybody's out there who'd help me with that.