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Maman’s lawyers have finally gotten before the judge and there’s been an order that Father has to hold to the ruling of paying for my school until I finish college or turn 25, whichever comes first. Regardless of whether I go to music school like I want or go to business school like he wants. It’s a relief to me and Maman both although she’s tried to keep me from seeing how worried she is about it.

The ruling makes this next bit of news even happier - I’ve been going on auditions for music schools and putting out applications and just waiting for the results and finally got accepted. To my first choice school that rejected me last year.

There's a weird level of technology in my Dreams. We've got some tech that's incredibly advanced. Like the cell-phone device I got this morning? This thing is way better than my Samsung. It makes normal calls, does two-way, messaging, emails, takes and stores video, acts as a game controller or the game, you can even connect it to a desk and display pictures and maps and whatever else. While we do have cars in the larger cities, the main mode of transportation from one place to another is boat, airship, train, but mostly horses and walking. It's weird, but a kind of peaceful weird.

My dreams have been slow. An endless road trip with a reluctant, dying father. I know he's dreaming the same, but I don't know how to talk to him about it. I don't know if he'll start getting sick here too.

I'm just a little girl there, but it feels like I've been going for both of us.

[OOC: My son commandeered my phone and laptop all weekend while he was visiting and I slept all day yesterday, so please pretend this was posted on Saturday afternoon?]

You know, there were things I didn't miss about the OC. The weirdness was one of them. But I suppose I had to come out of hiding at some point and it would find me again.

I'm Armand St. Just. I'm pretty sure there are some people on here who know my sister Marguerite? But yes, I'm the ne'er do well (not really) little brother who moved back for law school without telling her, if she's brought it up. So...hi.

So what's this place like for Halloween? Big parties? Real ghosts that seem to walk around?

I think my dreams are running with the seasons. First I had a dream I saw the end of the world from the year 5 billion. The last had aliens that appeared like ghosts and brought the dead back to life. Scary movie plots if I ever heard em.

I've begun to think that I should have some kind of weekly concert. Something where not just I would perform, but all proceeds would go to charity. Too many dark things have happened this last month alone.

I will purchase a venue, and invite any on the network who wish to help. Performers in particular.

Who knew looking for apartments was so hard?

And in the latest round of trying to put on a show while in Orange County.... getting props together and prop muskets and rapiers suddenly become actual weapons. And the set piece of the guillotine that's under construction? Now an actual guillotine. Because of course it is. At least we're only in rehearsals and haven't gotten to actually using said props instead of being in production.

I swear, I'm beginning to think I should start a blog on what to expect when putting on shows in Orange County.

I rewatched Into the Woods on TV the other night. It had been so long since I saw it, I just remember being so disappointed when the school wouldn’t even consider letting us do it. I mean, it’s fairy tales? What could they possibly have against Fairy Tales?

And now I’m older and ...Oh. I get it now. The scene with the wolf especially. I still love it, and I’d love to play the witch one day, but I understand why the school said no now.

That moment you get to a call back, only to realize that you are auditioning for the part of yourself in the stage version of your life, or well, dreams. Only in Orange County.

It's almost adorable that Chauvelin seems to think that the Pimpernel will turn himself in if I were to ask in order to save my life as my execution date has been set. Let alone that he thinks I'd actually ask such a thing, especially after I already claimed to be the Scarlet Pimpernel during a Revolutionary Tribunal so that the real Pimpernel could continue his work.

Dieu.

At any rate, we're in the last leg for Bandstand. Eight performances in four days and with it being Los Angeles Fleet Week now, all performances are free for active and former military.

Hello everyone. The whole social media concept is still a bit new to me. However, I have been in the area for almost a month and haven’t met all that many people. I figured this might be a good way to start.

I’m Vincent. Just moved here from France. I will be teaching Philosophy at UC Irvine this coming semester, but I am also looking for a non profit to volunteer for. Disadvantaged youth is my area of expertise and passion if any of you can recommend some that are looking for help.

Well, now that's that's all settled - To make up for lost performances during the latest round of Orange County being Orange County, Bandstand will be adding additional matinee performances starting the 28th through the end our run on the 4th, Tuesday remaining dark. What is sleep?

Orange County, the one place where you should probably get "random invasion and other unexplained phenomenon" insurance or cancelled days.

It's here!!!

I got Myrtenaster. Which is my Multi Action Dust Rapier. This is officially the only positive thing I can say about this whole experience.

I haven't made it to the County Fair once yet and it's only here until Sunday. I will be making it there before it leaves. I haven't been to it in a few years and when I was little we went every year. Has anyone gone this year?

Dream me apparently has a problem with authority. Though, if you're going to show up in someone else's kingdom with your friggin' army just to flex your nuts to the world, you should really expect someone to pick a fight with you.

Which I did. Gladly.

As a reward I apparently got my weapon, because yeah, sure, items just showing up in my living room is totally normal. Kinda really like it, though.

I heard back about my audition. I didn't get the spot. No clear explanation as to why but hopefully the next one will go better for me. If you need me I'll be curled up under my covers with Antoinette and my bear. Please don't need me anyone

Bastille Day really does have a different feel or meaning since dreaming of the French Revolution, especially three different times.

Oh well. After a week, we've finished doing commercial spots for Bandstand, which begins previews August 2 and opens the 9th and will run through the 4th of September. I'm quite excited for them as they turned out very well.

Promo #1

Promo #2

Not only that, there will be discounted tickets for those who have or currently are serving in the military, as well as free tickets during our last weekend as it corresponds with LA Fleet Week for those who have or are serving.

[Lalala, pretend it's Marguerite and not Laura Osnes, Orange County, not Broadway~]

My dreams reset. I'm a kid again. Only my dad is dead and I'm a brat.

So just like my waking life was. Total wash-out, getting into bar fights. Didn't even try for Starfleet, until Captain Pike talked me into joining up.

Really convincing, that man. Interesting to see him in his prime. In my first dreams, he'd been badly injured and disabled when I met him.

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I seriously just won the lottery. THE LOTTERY. The actress that I was the body double for? She quit. Walked off the set. And there's all this legal battle crap about how she broke her contract... after the lead actor did, too. Well, they're desperate not to lose ALL the money they invested, so they asked me if I wanted to step into the part. So, of course I said YES! But now I'm FREAKING OUT because I don't know what I'm doing!!

Three for three now where my brother's life is leveraged against me so that I am to learn the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel. No matter the differences between the dreams, some things remain annoyingly predictable.

My last dream wasn't as great as the first one. I made a mistake while trying to put out a fire at an oil tanker and the people of National City started to lose faith in me. My boss, who doesn't know I'm Supergirl, even ran a story called: Supergirl: Failure to Launch. And she wanted an interview with Supergirl, but I didn't want to do it and there was an alien insect on the lose that could turn into anything it wanted. And to make matters even worse, Alex was kidnapped by the alien insect and when I went to rescue her, I found out that my Aunt was partly behind it all. It wasn't exactly a nice family reunion cause my aunt was one of the bad guys. In the end it all worked out, for the most par, and I got some of my confidence back and even gave Ms. Grant an interview.

I know I can't wish for good, happy dreams every time, but I do hope there aren't too many crappy ones. I don't like thinking about bad things happening to Alex.

Well my dreams go from disturbing to just absurd and hilarious. I played Jean ValJean in high school. Really not the part I’d have cast myself in for a production of Les Mis, but I think my dream self did a good job. And no, I will not sing any of the songs before anyone decides to be a smart ass and ask. I’ve done enough singing in public to last me a lifetime.

Working on a movie set is the COOLEST THING EVER! There's catering and all sorts of awesome people running around! I love it so much! It's like, eight thousand times better than working on the set of a music video. And longer, too! They've just added a lot more filming time, considering the lead actor threw a hissy fit and quit left the project. They've recast, and we're pushing forward! I'm learning SO MUCH!

Thank goodness school is over. I don't think I'd be able to do classes AND movie stuff.

While I may disagree with some of this year's Tony Award winners, it's always wonderful to see the community come together to celebrate the accomplishments.

It also seems I will be continuing with bringing current shows on Broadway not yet on tour to the area with this year's winner for Best Choreography, Bandstand.

I say, I just got the most delightful piece of fashion from my dreams. It's a bit ostentatious, but that's part of why I love it so. It's also the perfect cover, playing the silly fop to throw off suspicion of the fact that I am the Scarlet Pimpernel!

Guys! I have been so busy with tea shoppe stuff I haven't gotten a chance to tell you! I landed the part! My first lead role! I am Juliet Capulet! Isn't it wonderful? I had my first practice today!

Apparently there's some talk, though, among the nastier members of the company that I got the role because I was cozy with a donor. I hate rumors.

As much as I adore performing, it really would be nice if I could just watch a show I've done from the audience instead of managing to always end up at the performance where I am needed to fill in at the very last minute. Just once.

Yet the show must go on.

Well, looks like I've joined the rest of you nutjobs. My dreams are never as vivid as the one I had last night. Apparently I go to a fucking magic school! And before any of you losers ask, no, it's not fucking Hogwarts. It's less Gothic castle and more college in Upstate New York. This is insane, but at least Eliot is there. So we can go through this crazy shit together.

Beyond practicing my butt off for auditions, I'm really trying to get into a Juliet Capulet headspace. I've been reading the original material and also watching various movie versions including the Baz Luhrmann version! They say ballets are equal parts dancing and acting, so I've got to immerse myself in the role if I really want it.

Doing performances in Orange County will never be dull, that much is certain. What with the sounds and lights going out and now having the theatre invaded by.... Star Wars? Because of course it is.

Pretty sure I just found a lightsaber to defend the

I cheated on my workplace and went to Starbucks today. I had to! I had to try this magical creation they're calling the unicorn frappucino. It was beautiful and tart and a little weird, but I liked it. Once I'd slurped that up, it was back to Alice's Tea Cup where, by the way, our tea and coffee is the best even if we don't have clever, color-changing frozen drinks.

So far nothing new with my (former?) admirer. I haven't seen him around. It's been kind of a relief.

Previews are done, the reviews are in and The Pirate Queen officially opens tomorrow for the next three weeks! Time certainly flies when you're in production and performance mode.

It really wasn't any sort of secret what play we were doing, and if the staff, PTA, or anyone else had any sort of complaint about it, the time to change it would have been before rehearsals started? Before auditions? It's not like we're putting on Rocky Horror. ...I would love to put on Rocky Horror, but I also know that's asking too much of the school. No, we're putting on Chicago. ...Chicago, takes place in the 1920s, revolves around courtroom scenes and jail cells? I can see someone objecting to the costumes, and we can work around that. Longer, more flapper like dresses for the fantasy sequences. But for them to just say no to it? Completely, especially when we're this far into it?

But the drama teacher says her hands are tied. So let's put on Romeo and Juliet, as though everyone isn't bored of that yet. After all we already have the props for it and know most of the lines. Goodbye Roxie Hart. One day, one day.

Sorry about ranting like that. Ranting to the school board is getting me nowhere, and I had to let it out somehow. I'm Minako, and I'm seriously hoping college is less restrictive about what the drama program can and can't do.

I might have invited trouble into my life my mentioning in a conversation with my admirer where I work when I'm not dancing. He showed up at Alice's Tea Cup today, bought a cup of chai and a blueberry muffin. He said hi, but not much more. Ate his muffin, drank his chai, read for a matter of minutes, and then he was gone. Normally this would seem like nothing to me, but I think he's trying to become part of my life. It's either sweet or creepy, I haven't decided. If it steps up a notch it'll definitely be creepy. At least he tipped generously.

My admirer? The donor who sent me flowers? He showed up at rehearsal today. He said he wanted to see preparations for auditions for new members of the company, but he stayed after to say hello to me. He also asked me out on a date. I told him I'd think about it and get back to him, but honestly, dating someone who contributes to my salary feels a little weird.

Waking up to find out that I left the stove on last night? Lovely way to start the morning and proof that I should not be allowed to cook after rehearsals. At least the flame was still blue? Between that and a bottle of stress relieve body lotion falling and breaking, I really hope that it is not a sign of how this day is going to go.

There was a crazy thing happening onstage tonight! Thank god nobody got hurt, but a tree fell over. That's a major set mishap! What was practically miraculous was that it didn't take down any of the other trees. There are a lot. Anyway, we stopped the performance to clean up and then continued as if nothing had happened. The show must go on!

I got the nicest bouquet of roses from one of our donors tonight! These babies are absolutely going in a vase when I get home. I'm not used to getting things from the donors. Well, when I danced Odette those few times I did get some flowers, but nothing like this bouquet. It's funny because I'm not even the lead this time. Must be doing something right!

Well, there is nothing like feeling as though you and everyone around you is following some unknown script by a man who has blackmailed you before and wants your husband dead and you're the only one who sees it. Dieu, I have a bad feeling about this. And here I was expecting things to end as they had in the first set of dreams. Clearly though that is not the case this time around.

The shows have been so exhilarating so far! I can't believe I'm dancing in my second professional production! At the end of the month they'll be holding auditions, too, so I won't even be the newbie anymore, either! This is the best springtime ever.

I have to give it to my dream self, he's not one to sit idly by when innocent people are in trouble. He puts his money where his mouth is, which is something that I can greatly respect. He's recruited his friends to help him save people from the Reign of Terror in France. Which obviously would be a death sentence to them if any of them were caught, but he's willing to die to help people.

Well, the first read through for "The Pirate Queen" is tonight. It promises to be a good show once we're up and running.

Either way, I'm excited to be back in rehearsals.

New year, new set of dreams which admittedly is not all that surprising since I came back. I must say though, Armand will never let me hear the end of it if he were to learn he's the older sibling in this set, or that he sent me to a convent for schooling.

Though meeting Thomas Jefferson in the dreams will make conversations interesting given the mythos around him here.

Well I say, this is a cunning little network to meet others who live here, isn't it? Certainly does a chap good to know there is an easy way to make friends upon being new around here. Percy Blakeney is my name, it's a pleasure to meet you all through a computer screen!

The principal dancer who is dancing as Odette/Odile is doing such a great job. It makes me feel kind of... Down. I know I'm the understudy, but I wonder if I could ever dance as beautifully as her. She brings the crowd to their feet every night. It's enough to make any dancer insecure. There's no wondering why she got the lead. Her lines are flawless. If you guys don't come to see me as a cygnet, come to see her as Odette.

And after being in rehearsal mode since being back, I can officially say that Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 has officially had its opening weekend and it was a success! For anyone who is interested in this show, performances go until the 18th at [theatre].

All in time for what appears to be Christmas characters showing up.

[Mary Margaret]
Perhaps an odd question, though given where we are...

When you met David here, was it the same, similar, or different, from how you did so in the dreams?

Costumes! We all look like such lovely swans! I wanted to take about a billion selfies in mine, but we've been instructed not to. The only photography will be official photography so that the first glimpse the public gets will be in promotional material and on opening night. Booooo. Hisssss. My Instagram followers demand a peek!

Well. I was amused by the fact that Orange County remains Orange County with returning to strange behavior with obvious cover ups, but now I feel like I should have remained in France.

Most seem to speak of fantastical dreams involving elements typically found in books or the movies. Mine? Seem to be very mundane. If you call post-World War 2 Russia mundane. Or I should say the Soviet Union.