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ilovemybarricadebabies · 6 years

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My incredibly personal story of how I fell in love with Les Mis, and by extension, Enjoltaire.

I was first introduced to Les Mis through singing “Castle on a Cloud” when I was an 8th grader in my junior/high school choir. At this time, the film of the musical had just been released. After hearing my choir director talk about it, I had an interest in seeing it in the movie theatre, but was never able too. However, that summer, on either July 12th or 13th, 2013 (I only remember the date because I distinctly remember watching it, and then learning about Cory Monteith’s death (despite never watching Glee), my mother came home with the DVD of the film, and we watched it. At first, I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I ended up falling in love with “Do You Hear The People Sing?” and I listened to that song on repeat for days following. Apart from “Castle on a Cloud”, “DYHTPS?” was the first song that I truly knew from the musical.

Then, my freshmen year of high school, we sang “Bring Him Home” at our Fall Festival concert, and then, in the weeks following leading up to Christmas/holiday break, we watched the film in choir class. But that still wasn’t what made me fall in love. I enjoyed the music, but at this point, I wasn’t big on musical theatre. But that all changed that holiday break.

When holiday break came around, I sat down with my laptop, and pulled up The Phantom of the Opera from my iTunes account (now, I know this my LM story, but we need to go through my POTO phase first), and I absolutely fell in love with POTO. It was like a switch flipped and my whole world had came into focus. POTO was my segue into the world of musical theatre. Everything revolved around POTO for weeks. As I went through my POTO phase, I introduced myself to more musicals. I started first with the more mainstream (POTO, Wicked, Les Mis, and so many more that are considered mainstream) and then, I found the musicals that weren’t as popular. And I went through a time were I felt that my love for theatre needed to remain a secret because there was another girl in my school who was obsessed with musical theatre and I felt somewhat intimidated by her, so I kept it secret from everyone except my family. There wasn’t a day that went by that I wasn’t checking the Playbill website or reading about musicals on Google. I followed all the musical accounts on social media that I could. During this time, I had listened to the entirety of Les Mis and I had also understood the story better thanks to Google. Les Mis quickly became my second favorite musical, but nothing was going to take POTO from this spot.

But as I entered my sophomore year, my POTO phase had pretty much ended, and my Once Upon a Time phase began, but that only lasted for about six months. I was still obsessed with musicals, but my main focus was know OUaT. Then, I was in between phases for a while. Finally, that spring, after begging my parents for months and months, they gifted me with a trip to New York City in May 2015 (my second time going to that city, my first was in June 2013 with my mother on a mother/daughter bonding trip, where we saw the musical, and my first Broadway musical, Once), and I was able to see POTO on Broadway.

However, nearing the end of my sophomore year, my entire world turned upside down when my parent’s divorced and everything that I knew had changed.

But then, on Saturday, June 6th, 2015, I found my way to FanFiction.net (I had been reading Wicked fanfiction, but I was getting tired of it), and I found my way into the Les Mis category on FFN.net, and I found my way to reading Enjoltaire fanfiction. Granted, I soon learned that most of the fanfiction on there was Enjolras/Éponine, and that wasn’t at all what I wanted.

Now, when I first watched Les Mis way back in June 2013, I didn’t really care for the characters, yet. I watched it for the entertainment reasons. However, once I entered the world of musical theatre, and I watched Les Mis again (this time it was the 25th anniversary concert), my eye caught on to the dynamic that Enjolras and Grantaire had and what Hadley Fraser and Ramin Karimloo did with said dynamic in the 25th anniversary. That was when I started shipping it, and it became my Les Mis OTP.

After making my way through the Enjoltaire category on FFN.net, I made my way over to Ao3, and that was where the rabbit hole began. Every spare moment of my time was spent either reading Enjoltaire fanfiction on Ao3 or in the Enjoltaire tag on Tumblr. If my phone was in my hand and my eyes were to my phone chances it was Enjoltaire fanfiction that I was reading. I went to the lake with my mom’s side of the family at the end of June 2015, and while I did chat with my family, most of the time my phone was in my hand while I continued to read Enjoltaire fanfiction. I had also shown my cousin the 25th, someone who had never seen it, and even she started to low key ship it. Also, at this time, I had watched the movie more times than I could count, and I had also gone down the rabbit hole that is loving Aaron Kyle Tveit. I had learned everything that I could and I had watched everything that I could get my hands on that had him in it. I also discovered that while the dynamic that Hadley and Ramin had in the 25th was nothing compared to what the movie portrayed, or I should say what George Blagden portrayed, in the movie. My Tumblr account was covered in all things Enjoltaire, it was wonderful. My life revolved around Enjoltaire. I started writing and gaining many, many, many ideas for Enjoltaire fanfiction (I have 8 stories on Ao3. One in the process of being published, seven are complete and available for reading). I loved both Enjolras and Grantaire, separately (Enjolras I loved just a little bit more because he was my favorite character, still is and will always be my favorite character of the musical and of all-time, but nevertheless I loved them both) and I loved them as a couple. They were, and still are, my babies and OTP of OTP’s. They are the couple that I have stayed with the longest. When I’ve entered my fandom phases in the past, I usually lasted with the couple that I shipped for about six months. I still loved them after that, but not to the extent of what I had. My love for Enjoltaire has stayed for over four years and is still going strong. These two will probably stay with me forever.

Now, by this point, I still hadn’t seen it live. It had been revived on Broadway in March 2014, with Ramin as Valjean. At this point, the show in London didn’t hold any of my attention because I had had no hope of ever seeing it there. I did my best to keep up to date with it, but I failed miserably at that. Most of what I knew about the London production came from Tumblr or Google. I did follow the London actors and the Les Mis London account on Twitter. I was also aware that it was the original production in London, but like I said, I had no hope whatsoever that I would be able to see it there. I would have loved to see it, but living in the U.S., I doubted that I would ever see it. The only version that I wanted to see and could afford to see at the time was the one on Broadway, and I wanted to see that version BECAUSE of the fact that Ramin was Valjean, and I had already loved and adored him because of POTO and the 25th anniversary. I followed this production as much as I could. I was rooting for it during the 2014 Tony Awards and was absolutely pissed when it didn’t win. I had had the opportunity to see Ramin as Valjean at the same time that I saw POTO in May 2015, but instead, I decided that the other show that we would see during that NYC trip would be Wicked because Matt Shingledecker (the Fiyero (who is my favorite Fiyero) at the time was someone that had caught my attention through Kara Lindsay’s Broadway.com Wicked vlog, “Think Pink”) and I just wanted and was desperate to see and meet him, so I chose Wicked, a decision to this day that I still don’t regret. And overall, to me, I didn’t care that it wasn’t the original version, to me it was a story that I loved and adored.

Now, we are getting into the personal part of the story. My junior year of high school, my parent’s divorce had grown to the point where I think the best word to describe it would be bitter. My dad was butting in to my mom’s business, and my mom wanted nothing to do with my dad unless it had to do with me and my two siblings or my two nephews. My dad would drag me into the middle of all of it because I was the only one of my siblings still at home. My parent’s divorce was a mess. Some of my teachers knew about the divorce, but they didn’t know that I felt like I was drowning. I had kept up with my schoolwork and still had good grades, but I didn’t talk about the divorce because I didn’t want to drag people in to something that they had no reason to be part of. I was clearly in pain and I felt so alone, but I was good at hiding it, that no one knew. The one thing that I clutched to, the thing that was my absolute fucking lifeline was Les Mis/Enjoltaire.

Whenever I needed it, Les Mis was the thing that was there for me. To be honest, it felt like it was the only thing that was there for me. The story, the music, and of course, boatloads of Enjoltaire fanfiction. The only thing that got me through the day was repeating the line: “Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise”, every minute of every day. If I was having a bad day or cheering up, the only thing that would pull me out of it was either Les Mis or Enjoltaire.

It was because of this that Les Mis became my absolutely favorite musical of all-time because it was the reason that I was still living. The story and music gave me hope and it was because of those two things that I knew that everything was going to be okay.

All while I was feeling like I was drowning, it was announced on December 2nd, 2015, that the Broadway revival was closing (by this time, Ramin bad left the production, Alfie Boe was Valjean, and John-Owen Jones has been announced as the replacement for Alfie once he left and would continue with the production until it closed) on September 4th, 2016. After this was announced, I told my father that he had nine months to take me to see the show, and he did because on May 14, 2016 at the Imperial Theatre, I was witnessing for the first time ever the story and hearing the music that I loved so much live. I was absolutely in awe of what I was seeing. To me, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t the original production, all that mattered was that I was seeing the story and the characters that I loved so much play out 100 feet in front of me. I was sobbing and my breath was taken away. My eyes didn’t leave the stage, once. I loved and adored every moment of it. On the day, the revival closed, I was working, and I was taking my lunch break when they live streamed the curtain call for the final performance on Facebook. I was sobbing as I watched it.

Then, I started my senior year of high school, and unlike my junior year, it was so much better. My junior year was my worst year of high school. Part of what helped me make it through my senior year was that my sister (who hadn’t been talking to my family for over 12 years) came back to the family. I now had someone to talk to about what had happened, and it made me feel so much better.

Now for the last year or so, I knew that my father had been planning to gift me with a trip to anywhere in Europe that I wanted to go for my graduation present. It was originally that I wanted to go to Italy, but then I changed my mind and decided on Paris and London. I chose Paris mostly because it’s one of my favorite cities in the world and it’s the settling of my favorite time period in Les Mis. Then, I chose London because I had always wanted to go there too, plus like Paris and NYC, it’s one of my favorite cities in the world. While we were planning the trip, my dad asked me what shows I wanted to see. The only shows that I knew for sure were Les Mis, POTO, and Wicked. Now, like I said earlier, I knew that Les Mis was the original production, but while that was part of the reason why I wanted to see it. The other reason, the much, much, much bigger reason, was because I knew that I would be once again witnessing the story and characters that I loved so much come alive 100 feet in front of me. And I got those three shows, as well as seven more, on the trip itinerary.

On June 5th, 2017 at the Queen’s Theatre, I was able to witness, my favorite show and characters that meant so much come alive, once again, 100 feet in front of me. While I was amazed with the revolving stage and how the original production was put together, it wasn’t what made the story special for me. Like the Broadway revival and every version of the story that I have listened to/watched, I was sobbing by the end and my breath was taken away. At the end of it, I didn’t care that what I was seeing was the the original production. All that mattered to me was that it just my favorite musical. On the plane ride home from London, I needed to experience it again, that I watched the movie on my iPad through Amazon Prime. Like with Broadway, I had been in a Les Mis slump, that all I wanted was too watch/listen to anything regarding my favorite show.

As the next year went on, I started college and I had to deal with people asking me why such a mainstream musical was my favorite, I didn’t know what to say. They had no business in knowing why it meant so much to me. Before I started college, the announcement of the U.S. tour cast was announced, and while I had already been hoping to see it if it came anywhere near me, once I discovered that Matt Shingledecker would be playing Enjolras, I was more determined than ever to see the tour.

When it was announced that the tour would be coming at the Orpheum Theatre in December 2018 in Minnesota which was the closest that it’s come to me, it took quite a lot of convincing from me for my father to get me tickets to see it for my birthday in December. He was reluctant because I had already seen it twice already, but all I needed to say was that it was my favorite musical and he got me the tickets.

And on December 29th, 2018, I saw my favorite musical for the third time, and once again, not caring what production it was, I was seeing my favorite characters and story come alive in front of me. I was sobbing and breath was taken away. After the curtain call and the lights came up, I cried for like another five minutes. And once again was in a Les Mis slump for days afterward.

Now, not to bring up a bad subject, but with the change that is occurring in London, while I am heartbroken over it, I also don’t really care. The staging of the show doesn’t hold any sentimental value for me, not like I know it does for some people. What part of Les Mis that holds the sentimental value for me is the story, the characters, the music, and of course, Enjoltaire. Without the story, without Enjoltaire, I wouldn’t be on this Earth anymore. This story had already meant so much to me that when I saw it live, it was just the cherry on top of a beautiful, wonderful, delicious ice cream sundae. I have/will watch/listen to the musical no matter what staging it’s given, or even lack of.

Now, while I am slowly, like snail’s pace slow, making my way through the book. I am determined to finish it one day. All of my knowledge that I know from the book is from the people that I follow on Tumblr, who have read it. While I’m slowly making my way through the book, I have read other passages in it, and from just those I know that I will love the book, and it will give me even more reason to love it more than I already do.

This musical has meant to so much to me that when I finally get the money for my first tattoo, it will be “Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise” on my upper arm between my shoulder and elbow, written in the logo’s font. That quote is my favorite in the musical and it’s the quote that has meant the most to me. It was my mantra my junior year. And after that tattoo, I want to get another Les Mis related one, but I want that one centered on Enjoltaire, but I’m not sure. Either way, I know that I will get the first one for sure.

And I think that pretty much covers why this musical means so much to me. And this story is obviously incredibly personal, just like I’m sure everyone else’s story regarding this musical is. But this one is unique to me because it’s my story.

#les mis was my crutch during one of the hardest times in my life #les mis #enjoltaire #personal post #personal #my story that i’ve never shared with anyone before

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mo-torious-mo-blog · 6 years

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Twitter.com/motorious_cafe

[CHANGING MY NAME TO: Mo (first name) Torious (last name)] i asked my parents if I could come up to westchester to have dinner with them, or to briefly stay while I looked for an apartment. They said no. It’s funny, Dr Tabar at Belkvue Hospital (Dr Mounir, intake), told me that I should cut off my relationship with my mother. The only reason my father asked me to attend her 80th birthday party, was to keep up appearances. Before the night was over, and after my speech (unmmmzm....I got you a car), he told me in no uncertain terms that I am no longer welcome in his house. I dove get it. His brother Ladipo Fayemi is a caseworker at HRA HASA, who never once intervened for me, and who nobody in that agency thought to refer my case to. Mr. McCoy, used to make fun of the name. No matter, I no longer want to be called that. I told them that since my father still continues to lie about not having received a copy of the doctored IRS Filings which Lucy Ostrofsky (acting in house counsel) had filed, directly ignoring my instructions, before I was forced out of the company and off the corporate bank account (it takes 3 members of management: myself, Richard McGinnis (Kurt Salmon Associates), President of Motorious Retail Stores (m&m/Mars Family: sponsor of Kyle Bush’s Toyota at NASXAR), patent holder, casino slot machine algorithms) and Philip Munger (who once, unbeknownst to me, withdrew $5,000 in cash from his personal Citibank account, and deposited it into my (the corporate) account, triggering FBI Money Laundering Red Flag: I have never even seen $5,000.00 in cash in one place in my entire life. I spent $500 to $10,000/month on my AMEX PLATINUM: and repaid it within 30 days. Beginning in 1992. Until I didn’t and went bankrupt for $60,000. Bottom line: I don’t trust the man, and he and I no longer have a relationship. All he and my mother have done is agree with the psychiatrists who keep diagnosing me with paranoid delusions that I run a company. All this, I believe, because the only company he ever ran, ended up in trouble with the IRS. I’m beginning to be really suspect about his book selling and his AIDS Charity for orphans in Africa. Before he kicked me out of the house, he asked me if I wanted to help him with his Foundation, and I said « no » I want German citizenship. A look at my brief work history shows I never stay in 1 place very long. What’s wrong with having wanted a change and to seek opportunities abroad? Science Advisers, led by Norman Heyman, Jean Robert Le Shufy, and Kevin DeVito (New Capital Horizons, the US arm of New Capital AG in Switzerland: COPE Holdings (XTERA DAX | NASDAQ) Zuggero, CEO | lent ICV, llc (Integrated Concepts Vehicles, llc, Flipboard.com/@ICV_llc, the first $137,000 after I had lent the corporation $60,000. MOTORIOUS MONEY GRID: says $100,000.00 loan am was made by Phil Munger on November 1, 1999. If that had been the case, why were none of the vendors at the show paid, and why did I receive a phone message on December 31, 1999 from Philip Munger: [email protected], the DAY AFTER I received a message from Wayne Irving of Spin Records that he had secured $25 Million from ING Barings? My only Full Time Employee: John Goodwin, who I met at Pump No 8 at the Mobil Gas Station in Rancho Palos Verdea, took a salary of $80,000.00 + benefits + expense reimbursement, where on July 2, 1999 he secured an LOI with the Make A Wish charity for a proposed October 31, 2000 Charity Rade at Texas Motor Speedway. He had 9 months to secure a deal with Ford to provide NASCAR vehicles for the event, which was supposed to commemorate 100 Years of Motorsports in America, and also commemorate both Ford and Harley Davidson’s 100th Anniversary. Moose returned saying that the sponsors (especially the protected sponsor, Coke, will not let the drivers out of their contests to drive the event) Autoweek Magazine, the same issue it quoted several drivers as wanting to participate, reported that My Apple Laptop « had ears ». Motor Trend Magazine wrote an article entitled « The Automotive Analyst », a « fictitious story about a Wall Street analyst having problems with his wife, while talking to his shrink. The concluding sentence: « Build The Car » My only contribution to Ford would have been when I called the $3 million monstrosity (Focus) built by John Colletti and Motor Trend: Ian Cartabiano has penned a sick Mis-Engined Ford Focus Rally Car, which was to have shared a platform with the Renault R5 (Nissan: where Doi had previously worked after NCIS). That, and the referral from Mark Stehrenberger to Scott Sharpe Racing, to [Ford Tuner: I ferget] , who wrote a proposal for tuning the 4.0 liter Jaguar V8 for the Motorious Show Stand, as a potential BMW M5 competitor. Of the $137,000.00 loan, $50,000 went to Mark Stehrenberger Design, who was to generate 3 proposals for the Deusenberg PHAETON: Mercedes Benz Ocean 4 door convertible concept...to. E build at the DRESDEN Factory in Germany), the other $50,000 went to Robert Marianich in Huntington Beach, who was to have converted his studio, and built a « clay resurfaced » proposal of the RIVOLUZIONW: 1999 LA Auto Show, next to Shelby Series One (I met Carroll at Jay Leno’s, where he asked me to contact his assistant, Pearlita Shelby, about helping him with production of the OLDSMOBILE AURORA Engined SERIES ONE: autopsia.wordpress.com, slated to return to INDYCAR, to replace the Honda unit, now that they created Touring Car. I wanted to get the rights to MG ROVER (BBC: BMW’s English Patient), known as Rover Sterling 825 in America (Acura Legend): ARCONA | After the misérable failure of Phoenix Holdings, which paid Queen Elizabeth the nominal sum of £10, and then before becoming the four most overpaid executives in the UK Auto Industry. I even went so far as to ask Lakshmi Mittal (Arcelor Mittal and Harris’s) if he would help me to purchase Land Rover from TATA. CAR AND DRIVER MAGAZINE (Hearst Publications: Vladimir Putin) April Fool’s | Toyota buys Oldsmobile Trademark for $5,000. FIAT acquire the right to the Oldsmobile Aurora Engine through my partnership with Carroll Shelby, Gets the Oldsmobile Dealerships (10 year warrante on the engine), Change the nage to Alfa Romeo, and modify the engine for use in US Alfa’s, like the GT-V8, Spider Véloce (Duetto V8: BMWfilms.com Béat the Devil). Unfortunately, John Goodwin went bankrupt, my ex-wife had a hidden camera in our bedroom vent (Waiting to Exhale, Bernadine’s Rage: 6624 Oceancrest Drive, RPV, CA, 90275). And all of our personal and my corporate accounts were closed on August 14, 2001, due to malfeasance on her part: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY [The Private Bank: Union Bank of California (Mitsubishi Sumitomo: KIRETSU): Peggy Fahnestock, Gloria Marquez: who refinanced my BMW Financial Loan from JP Morgan Chase, because it was higher interest rate than a similarly situated white nan, all other things being equal. The VENDETTA (redesigned Rivoluzione: 200 LA Auto Show, was in an accident THE FIRST DAY I DROVE IT. I didn’t even make it to the highway. There was at least $100,000? In customization (hand hammered and rolled Aluminum body parts riveted and bonded to the steel: Robin Officer, Captain Metal, Magic Mountain, CA (A Kiwi). who I believe, was interviewed on the Jay Leno show dresses in drag. By keeping all the receipts to every modification, the insurance company: GEICO, had to first restore the vehicle to its original condition, THEN, cover all the replacement customization which they did, before canceling my policy the sane day the lease on my 328i was repossed, with $5,000.00 worth of renderings and sketches by Ian Cartabiano, which actually appeared in Bimmer Magazine in 1998. My mother refuses to give me my birth certificate. Whats wrong with this picture? mo torious On Oct 14, 30 Heisei, at 2:25 AM, mo torious wrote: David Ebersman, Will you be the part time CFO on my private placement? except for the fact that Angel List is formerly Google, and I found it impossible to do due diligence on who people claimed to be. since I came from Wall Street, and have helped raise over $500 Million for companies during my career, even though it is many years later, I still know many of the same people. The first person who made a referral for me, was Paul Howard of HQH: Hambrecht & Quist Healthcare, in NYC, when he introduced me to his MIT Sloan School Claasmate, Douglas A Doi (founder of Doi Golf). I see his name on many research publication footnotes, such as the NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL OF MEDICINE ARTICLE: The Beginning is the End of AIDS. The second referral came from Barney Hallibgby, who introduced me to Doug Casey at Gates Capital at 200 Park Avenue, New York, NY, who floats Government Bonds and Municipal Bonds for manufacturing, such as at the March Global Port, which was a former military base turned into a commercial port. As part of the 3Q/2001 earnings report, as quoted in the Wall Street Journal, William Clay Ford, III made two announcements: 1. We are no longer pursuing our aftermarket strategy. (usurped and mismanaged by Jacques Naaser) 2 We can no longer afford to spend 11.1% of sales, on Marketing/Advertising. Bad news for Ogilvy/Mather. Possible 11.1% increase in margins. William Clay Ford: Uber is losing hundreds of millions to billions every year. If All the risks are borne by the driver, why can’t they turn a profit? The following article on the same page of the WSJ, was that The Blackstone Group « was looking for its next big deal ». Instinct tells me to defer from inviting them, or Goldman Sachs or any of its clients (like Facebook and Twitter) to participate in this private placement. http://fortune.com/2012/02/01/meet-the-man-behind-the-facebook-ipo/ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=B5gQoZEZn04 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=O8PM_EybRdo https://dealbook.nytimes.com/2012/07/01/facebook-not-feeling-friendly-with-nasdaq/ https://www.forbes.com/sites/ericsavitz/2012/09/04/facebook-sets-another-new-low-nyt-rips-cfo-ebersman/ mo torious On Oct 13, 30 Heisei, at 10:56 PM, mo torious wrote: M_DriversLicense (@onyx_project) 2/6/28 H, 12:51 PM i-am-motorious.tumblr.com/post/129742049… ⁦‪@AngelList‬⁩ ⁦‪@UBSf1‬⁩ ⁦‪@UBS‬⁩ frontinalispartners.com ⁦‪@Ford‬⁩ @LapoElkann_LE ⁦‪@Zurich‬⁩ ⁦‪@CreditSuisse‬⁩ pic.twitter.com/2pZqP9LAin

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alexanderhamllton · 8 years

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First of Many [Jasmine Cephas-Jones x Reader]

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Summary: Everything changes when your manager sets you up to be Jasmine’s fake ‘rebound’ relationship.

Word Count: 6,144

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff y’all.

A/N: SECOND DAY Y’ALL!!! I got REALLY into this prompt so I’m sorry if this is super long, also HUGE thanks to Elissa @tempfixeliza with the outlining and Mickey aka @down4usnavy for helping me with the end (i feel like i’ll thank her even more in the future because she saves my ass ALWAYS), anyway hope you guys like it! <3

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“I’m not going to be someone’s fake girlfriend, Sheila!”

“C’mon [Y/N], this is a big deal!” You manager would do anything to convince you, and you were willing to see her try. “She’s on Broadway, for Christ’s sake!”

“Good for her!” You stopped walking around your living room and sat down on the couch, now closer to the phone that was laying on the coffee table with the speaker mode on. “I came to New York to become an actress, that was the deal. I am so grateful for everything you booked for me so far, but... You should know this isn’t for me, this isn’t what I do!”

“[Y/N], you have to work with me on here. You got an ensemble role-”

“Understudy.” You corrected. “I’m an understudy.”

“Okay, then! You’re an understudy role on a new show that, let’s be honest here, won’t last for too long. She’s a Broadway star on the biggest hit since Les Mis, being around her will make easier for me to make your life easier.”

You took a deep breath, grabbing the phone before turning off the speakers. “Okay, then. Tell me more about it.”

As you listened carefully to what you would have to do, you took note of her name to google her later that night. Your manager booked a meeting with the girl in her office the very next day, and it was hard not to overthink the whole situation. “It’s her day off, and you’ll be able to get to know each other better, maybe create a backstory for how you met and all that stuff, okay?”

“Fine.” You were thankful Sheila wasn’t able to see your face in that moment: it was a mix of disappointment at yourself and the unbeatable feeling of defeat, but as your father used to say, you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Great! You won’t regret this, I promise.” The call ended and you threw your phone on the couch, between the Target pillows your mother bought when you moved to New York City: ‘This is the start of your dreams coming true’, she used to say.

Yeah, right.

Growing up, all you wanted was to be a Broadway star. As you mother blasted cast recordings at your childhood home in New Jersey, you couldn’t remember a moment that you didn’t want to be the voice in those CDs. Vocal coaching, drama club and dance practice became all you could manage while keeping your grades up in high school, all the effort resulting a scholarship to Juilliard, in which you graduated in four years. You became a professional actress then, with a diploma to prove it, but opportunities in the big city weren’t as easy as you thought they would be: Many auditions resulted in your manager, Sheila, seeing potential in you and putting you under her wing: she got you minor roles in some tv shows and commercials shot in New York for a few years and they helped you pay the rent and bills, but they were not what you wanted.

So she started to look for auditions on Broadway for you. You tried for many shows, getting an understudy role on a small show that was moving to Broadway after a year running off-Broadway. It wasn’t ideal, but you were able to walk through Times Square on your way to work and that was all you could ask for.

Well, not all you could ask for, but you were really thankful for what you got.

After pushing those thoughts aside, you took a quick shower before getting to bed, your laptop waiting for you as you searched for the name Sheila mentioned.

“Jasmine Cephas-Jones.” You tried the feeling of the name on your lips while typing on the search bar before dramatically pressing enter. “Wow, she’s pretty.”

You decided to stop talking to yourself like a crazy person and started to read about the girl you would be ‘dating’ for a while. Twenty seven years old (Only a couple years older, okay), graduated from Berklee (great music program, her voice is probably amazing), Grammy award-winning for Hamilton (oh, her voice is definitely amazing). After that, you decided to go to image results: many photoshoots, promotional and backstage pictures from Hamilton, some pictures with her father (HER FATHER IS ON LUKE CAGE!), and some with a freckled-face guy, many, many pictures with the freckled-face guy. You opened one that was marked as recent and read the article attached to it:

'Hamilton' actress Jasmine Cephas-Jones ends relationship with former co-star Anthony Ramos

After a relationship created inside of the Richard Rodgers theatre, the original Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds ends relationship with her former co-star Anthony Ramos, best known for his roles of John Laurens and Phillip Hamilton in the same Broadway show. According to sources close to the couple, the relationship ended by agreement of both parts, as a result of the different life and career choices made by them after their departure from the hit musical. While Ramos got casted on the newest production by Netflix, Cephas-Jones stayed in New York to pursuit her now smashing singing career. Rumors affirm that the relationship ended months before the official statement on Jasmine’s instagram account, and the pictures of Anthony Ramos with an unknown lady in the streets of Los Angeles only proves he is already moving on.

So you were the rebound relationship.

There was no positive sides to that situation coming to your mind. You'd be the first person Jasmine would be seen with since the break-up, which meant hate and attacks from the ‘Janthony’ shippers that were already flooding the comments on the article’s page as you scrolled down. You also saw the pictures of Anthony with a bodacious latina, that in your personal opinion wasn’t nearly as pretty as Jasmine.

You closed your eyes for a second before turning off your laptop and grabbing your phone. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but you knew you were going to make all your social media private eventually.

“Jasmine, please, make yourself comfortable.” You heard Sheila’s voice while she opened the door for a random man and Jasmine, that entered the room wearing a long cardigan over black jeans a black top. “This is [Y/N] [Y/L/N]”

Jasmine smiled awkwardly as you got up from the chair you were sitting. “She’s a girl.”

“Yeah, you told us you were bisexual and-”

“I am, I just… Didn’t think that you’d consider a girl for this.” Her confusing eyes, combined with crossed arms, made you look at your feet for a moment wishing you never accepted Sheila’s offer. She apparently noticed your lack of excitement, turning to you before completing her sentence. “No offense, by the way.”

“Not taken.” You quietly replied.

“Of course we considered, honey. I told you: being seen with someone is the best way to show you’re better than ever after your breakup, and with a girl, especially one as pretty as [Y/N], I’m sure the tabloids will forget you even dated Ramos.” Sheila was on fire, her fingernails tapping against the tablet in her hand as she spoke to the both of you.

“I highly doubt that, but if you say so...�� Her voice cracked for a second and it was clear to you she wasn’t over Anthony, but it wasn’t your place to say anything. “So, how will this work?”

“We’ll let you guys get to know each other better for a few moments, when you’re ready just tell us, we’ll be waiting outside.” Jasmine nodded and you took a deep breath as Sheila and the random man exited the room.

“So-” you started.

“First of all, I want to apologize. This wasn’t my idea, I hate to do this.” She said, falling on the chair behind her. “I just wanted a solution for people to stop talking about Ant and-”

“It’s okay.” You replied, sitting on the chair in front of her. “It’s not my favorite thing either. Not because of you, but because, you know.”

“Because being someone’s fake girlfriend is not exactly the job you were looking for?” she asked. You nodded. “Yeah, I figured. But this can be fun, right? I mean, we can be friends, you look like a nice, decent person.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Your fast reply made Jasmine giggle, and you couldn’t help but smile with her. “So, do you know how ‘this’-” you signaled yourself and her, “works?”

“I guess we start posting stuff together, maybe instagram and twitter…Uh, I have this interview with GMA about me leaving Hamilton and some shows I’ll be doing for the next month. Paparazzi are always there, you can go with me, maybe?” Her leg was bouncing in a clear sign of anxiety, and you couldn’t help but think about the fan comments you read the night before.

“Okay, that looks… Pretty easy, actually. But we need a story.”

“A story?”

“Of course! How we met, how we got together, we can’t tell our manager set us up.” Jasmine agreed, a smile starting to show on her face. “So, do you have any ideas?”

“Uh… Maybe a workshop? Something small, that people don’t remember?”

“Works for me. Maybe we met there a few years ago and reconnected now so it won’t seem weird that there’s nothing about us being friends anywhere?” You suggested while your mind started running a thousand miles per second, thinking of any possible situation where you’d need to remember this. You’d have to get to know her.

“I have to get to know you.” Jasmine’s voice reproduced your thoughts, and she probably noticed the surprised expression on your face, because the giggle that followed seemed as genuine as it gets. “We can go out for lunch, maybe shopping, so we can know more about each other.”

“Sure, sounds like a good idea.” You replied, silence falling between you both after that. As she observed the office and the view, unsure what to say next, you decided it was enough of the ‘getting to know each other’ moment. “I should probably tell them to come in...”

“Yeah, of course.” You and Jasmine got up from your seats once again, Sheila storming in the second you opened the door.

“So, girls, did you hit it off? Marcel already gave me your schedule so I can put you and [Y/N] in sync, okay?” You looked at Jasmine in confusion as she whispered ‘assistant’. “Jasmine, I noticed you have a GMA interview on… Friday?” She nodded. “Great! [Y/N] can go with you and hopefully we’ll get some candids of you together, a few fan tweets.”

“Told ya.” Jasmine whispered again, making you giggle. “Sheila, we were thinking about going shopping tomorrow or whenever [Y/N] is available, do you think you can manage that?”

“Of course honey, what can’t I do for you?”

You side-eyed Jasmine, that had a fake smile in her face. Maybe you found the only other person that noticed Sheila’s fake enthusiasm: the woman was dead inside from working so much but nobody seemed to notice.

The meeting ended after Sheila went over privacy issues and disclosure agreements, with you and Jasmine exchanging phone numbers afterwards and taking a cute selfie, that later on she posted on her twitter with #mygirl attached to it. Subtle.

As the day passed, you started to see your follower count on twitter and instagram, the constant tagging on posts compelling you to change the notification settings on both apps so your phone wouldn’t crash. Replies were nice and cute, mostly because the picture could be considered platonic. You got a few message from co-workers on how you were, quote, “hanging out with Jasmine - and Peggy - Cephas Jones?????”, and you replied with ‘we are old friends!!!’, not being able to tell a word about what was really going on.

The next day you got up earlier to prep yourself for the date with Jasmine. Texts from Sheila warned you that ‘maybe’ some paparazzis would be around, so you made sure to look your best without looking forced. Hopping off the Uber, you noticed a few guys with cameras.

They were definitely not waiting for you.

Stopping near the door, the cold slowly getting to you from under your cashmere sweater, you texted the number Jasmine gave you the day before:

To: Jasmine Cephas-Jones Just got here. You on your way?

The second you hit send, the voice of one of the photographers caught your attention. When you looked up, you got a glance of Jasmine hopping off the backseat a black SUV with her sunglasses on and a fur vest over the dark green shirt. You couldn’t help but be amazed with her presence. She smiled at the photographers and lifted her sunglasses once she saw you, picking her pace.

She opened her arms and threw them around your neck, pulling you into a tight hug. “Just- just go with it.” Her warm whisper against your neck made you shiver, and you automatically wrapped your arms around her waist, staying that way a second longer friends would. Once she pulled away a few inches, one of your hands moved tenderly to her hair, removing a curl that was tangled in the sunglasses. “You think that’s enough PDA for Sheila?”

You smiled before bringing your hand down, entwining your fingers with hers. “Now it’s enough, let’s go.”

She let out a little laugh before you went in, leaving the hired paparazzis outside. The day went by smoothly as you shopped for GMA and just randomly tested makeup on MAC and Sephora. She showed you tricks she learned about finding the perfect shade of lipstick and you made her try out a red dress she saw on a mannequin - “Who cares if you only use once? it is beautiful, treat yourself!” - and after having lunch together, you couldn’t help but feel like she was an old friend of yours already.

As the weeks went by, you both started to hang out more often. The fans also started to pick up on Jasmine’s ‘new relationship’, meaning your follower counter was going up, as well as the mentions on all your social media accounts. So that’s what being famous feels like.

You were trying not to get used to the whole relationship thing: there were nights when Jasmine would invite you to just hang out with her after your shows and you’d meet in a diner located not too far from your theater, mostly because you’d only do matinees and stay around for rehearsals. Before you knew it, you were hanging out at each other’s places as well, watching movies, talking about whatever you felt like doing it and leading you to the great discover that Jasmine got really emotional and chatty after a few glasses of wine.

“I just… I just don’t get it. Because I was there the whole two years, two years!” She exclaimed, moving her wine glass around and almost spilling it. “How much is 365 times two?”

“Uhn… 700 and something.” You replied, also slightly drunk. Your legs were tangled with her under the blankets while you sat in opposites sides of your living room’s couch, Friends playing on tv while you ate popcorn and Jasmine complained about her ex-boyfriend. Again.

“And like, he’s in Los Angeles now with that latina version of a Barbie? She’s not even famous, and I bet she’s not as good as I am in bed, anyway,” she complained, pouting right after and making you almost spit your drink. “You know? I don’t even know why I’m complaining, I have a girlfriend. An amazing one, much better than his,” your eyes widened as she called you her girlfriend without anyone else around to hear it. “Okay, maybe we are not actual girlfriends, but you’re still much better than her and you’re super cool. And pretty. Fuck him.”

“Fuck him,” you repeated, raising your glass to Jasmine and getting the same action from her and a laugh in response. God, she had the most contagious laugh. “And hey, you’re amazing, and I know I’m biased, but he didn’t deserve you I mean… Look at you.”

“What?” Her voice was giggly and her cheeks flushed, in which you blamed the alcohol.

“You’re funny and your voice is beautiful and let’s admit: you’re hot, Jas,” you said, mentally blaming the wine for the compliment shower you were giving Jasmine. “If Anthony can’t value that, you’re better off without him.”

“You know, you may not be my real girlfriend, but you’re one hell of a friend, [Y/N], thank you,” she placed her now empty glass on the coffee table, awkwardly leaning towards you before engaging on a hug, in which you had no choice but to reply as she fell over you, laughing. “This is not as graceful as I pictured.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you laughed, helping her get comfortable. Before you notice, her back is against your chest as she sits between your legs, focusing on the TV. She doesn’t seem to mind the proximity, grabbing the popcorn bowl as you take a deep breath, carefully placing your wine glass on the coffee table as well before mindlessly playing with her hair until you both fell asleep right there.

“An OBC reunion? Daveed, I just- I know, but you know what happened, everybody does.” You watched as Jasmine paced around her living room while speaking on the phone. “I don’t think I can face him yet, it has only been a few months… I know but-what? Unbelievable. No, I’m okay, totally fine. Okay, I’ll let you know for sure. Miss you too, bye.”

“So… A reunion?” You asked, pulling your hair in a bun because of the heat.

“Yep,” she replied, popping the ‘p’. “Daveed wants to do a reunion since Lin is coming to New York for the Fourth of July, almost everyone will be in the city and-”

“And Anthony is going,” you guessed.

“And bringing his Malibu bitch with him, yes,” she completed, rolling her eyes.

“You have to go, Jas. I mean, they will always be your second family and you can’t let Ramos ruin that for you.”

“You’re right, as always. I’ll miss not having you around as much once this is over,” Jasmine smiled, falling in the chair next to you. The whole fake girlfriend was scheduled to be ‘finished’ in just a few days, according to the NDA you signed back in the day you met Jasmine: a six months relationship and a peaceful breakup, just enough to detach her name from Anthony as much as possible. It was working so far, but the whole reunion was not on the schedule. “Are you available on thursday?”

“I’m always available after the matinee, Jas.”

“Oh, right. Um… We can go buy an outfit for the night right now, if you want. I’m free until like, six.”

“Wait, I’m going?” Your eyes widened in surprise, making her laugh.

“Of course! I can’t show up there without my girlfriend,” she joked, pulling her phone up and pointing at you. “Say hi to the instagram people!”

“Hi, instagram people!” You replied sarcastically, waving to the camera as Jasmine giggled before stopping the video. “Haven’t posted anything about me in a while?”

“Few days. Also you look nice so why not,” she agreed with a smile. You were used to the PDA now, Jasmine would often add pictures with you and talk about you, the same thing happening the other way around. The fans loved it and so did you, there was no way to hide how fond of her you became, and you were afraid the whole fake break-up would affect you more than initially expected.

The week went by in a flash, before you knew it was already Friday afternoon and you were at Jasmine’s place, blasting music and getting ready for the small reunion at Daveed’s. Her curls were already shoulder-length again at this point and she looked flawless; as she applied her signature red lipstick, you pulled your phone up and started filming her. “Hamilton reunion! She’s going full-on Maria Reynolds, y’all.”

You laughed as she did a little dance to the camera before starting laughing herself. You captioned as “#flawless” and added to your Instagram story. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m glad you’re coming.”

“Me too, I’ll meet Lin-Manuel Miranda!” You giggled, making Jasmine chuckle.

“You’ll love him, he’s amazing. So is his wife, I think Vanessa will be there too… You know? I miss them. I’m glad you convinced me to go, [Y/N].”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Now let’s go, otherwise we will be late.”

The place was electric. Jasmine did warn you about Daveed throwing the best gatherings, but you had no idea how he turned his apartment into a party with a bar, dance floor and neon lights. You both got greeted by him once out of the elevator, and soon enough many former castmates were surrounding your ‘girlfriend’. You recognized all of them right away, after all, you did your homework when getting to know about Jasmine and her career. Before you were able to do anything, Phillipa, Renee and Carleigh were interrogating you about how you and Jasmine met, as well as trying to get to know you a bit better.

“So when I finally made my way to Broadway, I just felt like I needed to catch up with her, so I sent an email and exchanged numbers after that,” you told them, with a smile on your face and Jasmine’s hand in yours. “The rest is history, I guess.”

“I have to admit I thought you and Ant were endgame, Cephas, but I really like her,” Carleigh commented, with a smile. “Well, speaking of the devil...”

You both turned to the door, where Anthony was coming in with his blonde girlfriend by his side, them soon enough surrounded by the male castmates, Anthony exchanging handshakes and hugs with them. Out of instinct, you wrapped your arm around Jasmine’s waist and turning her away from the scene and back to the conversation. She didn’t need to see that and neither did you.

The next hour was a blur: You met the rest of the cast while keeping an eye on Anthony, mostly because you wanted to keep Jasmine away from him. Lin and Vanessa were as great as you pictured, as well as Oak and Javier. You were chatting with the latter two while Jasmine got you drinks at the improvised bar when your phone vibrated on your back pocket: It was Sheila, your manager. You excused yourself and went to the bathroom to answer it.

“Sheila, I’m kinda busy right-”

“You got it,” she interrupted. “The main role, Samantha is leaving next month.”

“What?” You swore your brain was playing tricks on you, there was no way.

“You heard me! You won’t be an understudy anymore, [Y/N], they want you to take over the role,” she affirmed, making you squeal and make a small happy dance. “They wanna know if you can do the Saturday shows, to see how you do a two-show day, sounds good?”

“Sounds...Sounds perfect, yes, of course!” You could feel your excitement running through your veins like electricity as you thanked Sheila and hang up. As you exited the bathroom and headed towards the group of people you were talking to before, Lin noticed your huge smile: “Hey, good news?”

“Yeah! I got… I got the part. The one I’m currently an understudy for?” You told them, earning a few whistles and congratulations from the group. “Have you guys seen Jasmine? I’m really excited to tell her the news!”

“She’s... She’s in my office,” Daveed replied carefully. “Talking to Anthony.”

“What?”

“It’s fine, really, they needed to solve some things,” Phillipa assured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I- I’ll check on her, if you excuse me,” you said, the smile suddenly vanishing from your face. You shouldn’t be too worried right? You just cared for Jasmine and wanted her to be safe and happy, away from Anthony, away from harm. Right?

As you got closer to the office, you noticed the door slightly open. When your hand was millimeters from knocking, you heard Anthony’s voice slightly altered. “You think I don’t see that, Jas? You think I don’t see your posts with [Y/N] all over the internet only months after we break up?”

“You’re such a hypocrite, Ramos. You were the one that went out with that blonde bimbo in the first place!” Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and your hand fell by your side as you gave up on knocking. Yet, something stopped you from leaving: you just needed to listen.

“I DIDN’T WANT TO!” Anthony’s pitch was high and you could listen to the tears he was holding back. “I didn’t want to, okay? Luis told me to.”

“What does your manager has to do with this, Anthony? For fuck’s sake, you’re such a terrible liar,” you heard her heels clicking towards the door and took a step back, suddenly afraid of getting caught listening to the fight.

“I’m not lying, Jasmine! I’m not-” his voice stopped and he took an audible deep breath. “I’m not dating Carmen, okay? It was all for the media.”

The silence fell in the room and you could almost picture Jasmine’s eyes widening. After a few seconds, you heard her voice, almost a whisper: “What?”

“Yeah, she’s… She’s a model. Luis thought I needed to detach my image from yours and I was frustrated so I agreed but damn, I miss you Jas. I miss you and now you’re dating and-”

“[Y/N] has a contract too, but-” Her words felt like a punch in the throat. As you leaned against the wall next to the door, biting your lips to stop any tears that you felt building up, you decided to just leave. After taking a few steps you hit your elbow against a column, muttering a few swears.

“Fucking hell.” You recomposed yourself and headed straight to the door, not letting anyone stop you in the way. As you waited for the elevator, Daveed’s apartment door slammed open.

“Where are you going?” Jasmine asked, a worried expression all over her face.

“Well, you clearly got your things right with Anthony so I think you don’t need me here anymore,” you answer sounded more bitter than you intended, but you were not taking it back.

“What are you talking about?”

“I… I heard you both talking. I know it’s wrong but I did, and I heard you telling him everything,” you started, looking up for a second before turning back to face her. “How stupid of me was to think that maybe, just maybe you could’ve actually grown to like me outside that goddamn contract, right?”

“But [Y/N], I-” Jasmine started, but you cut her off.

“And just when I was about to tell you the most amazing news… Guess what, I’m not an understudy anymore! I start performances on Saturday! I was going to invite you to come see the show because I felt like somehow I owed it to you, but nevermind. The contract expires on Saturday anyway, so don’t even bother.”

The elevator doors opened and you turned on your heels to enter it. Jasmine ran to go in too, but you stopped her. “Please, just… Stay.”

You pressed the button to close the doors as she nodded, tears falling down your face.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

When you got home that night, you noticed a few of Jasmine’s stuff on your bedroom, which you ignored when throwing yourself on your bed and crawling under the covers. The next morning you woke up because of your alarm clock, but you wish you didn’t: six missed calls from Jasmine and a text message.

From: Jazzy Hey, please talk to me, call me whenever you can.

You threw your phone to the end of the bed, getting up and ignoring the whole subject: You had rehearsals that you just couldn’t miss, so you took a quick shower before putting on comfortable clothes, grabbing your bag and heading to the theatre; putting your phone on silent was a no-brainer.

That afternoon was one of those moments where you were thankful for your way to cope with things; while many people you knew could get distracted by the events of the night before, but not you. Your mind was focused on rehearsal, blocking out anything and everything that could distract you. Your movements were sharper, your voice was more projected and you didn’t miss a step in the whole choreography. Needless to say, your director was impressed.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, you decided to check your phone: Another three missed calls, two of them being from Jasmine, the last one from Sheila. You took a deep breath, deciding to call her back: “Sheila, if this is about last night-”

“What were you thinking, [Y/N]? Making a scene in the middle of the most important cast on Broadway? Are you insane?” Her voice was altered and you could almost picture her arms wiggling in desperation.

“I’m sorry, I just… Heard some things, I had to leave. It shouldn’t have been a big deal,” you explained yourself, trying to not get into details. Your manager took a deep audible breath while choosing the right words to not just snap at you.

“You have a big day tomorrow, focus on that and… We can solve it after the show, okay? Just… Try to work things out with Jasmine, she called me like five times and I don’t have time for this.”

“I… I don’t wanna do this right now, Sheila. The contract expires tomorrow anyway,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’ll figure this out, after Saturday, okay?”

“I’m trusting you, [Y/N], don’t blow it.” You heard Sheila hanging up before letting out a loud groan.

The rest of the day flew by, as well as the next. Before you knew you were heading to the theater for your first performances on a saturday: the excitement was almost forgotten in the back of your mind because of your nerves. As you did your makeup and put on your costume, your confidence grew, as you prepared yourself to get on stage you were ready, the only thing missing was… Jasmine.

Jasmine was with you during the last six months, when you perfected your performance and she helped your singing voice, as well as emotional support when you thought they would fire you after a big mistake on stage. They didn’t, so you both celebrated. Jas was with you every step of the way to that specific moment, it felt not only wrong but also ironic that she wasn’t witnessing that.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

After the end of the performance, while the whole cast was taking their bows, you heard a familiar voice in the microphone. It was your castmate, Jordan: “Now folks, if we could just steal one more minute of your time,” he grinned into the microphone, trying to hush the audience. “You may be aware, it’s our girl [Y/N]’s first show as an official leading lady!”

You blushed as the crowd stood from their seats, cheering for you. You blew a kiss to Jordan who winked at you.

“So! In honor of her amazing performance, to which we hope she has many more to come, we have someone who’d like to say a few words,” he said as the crowd cheered again. You shot him a confused look that he guiltily ignored.

You soon realised why.

“Hi everyone,” you heard an all too familiar voice say quietly into the mic. Loud cheers again echoed throughout the hall; you felt your heart drop as you turned to see the ridiculously gorgeous woman emerge from stage left with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Jasmine. Her eyes were on you, a small smile on her face and a million apologies in her eyes.

“I’m Jasmine, I’m… well let’s just say I’m a huge fan of [Y/N],” she smiled, earning ‘awww’s’ from the audience. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, no matter how angry and hurt you felt. “I, uh, did this a million times over in my head and I suddenly can’t find the words.”

You heard the audience laugh, your eyes still glued to Jasmine. She was nervous. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the mic, her eyes momentarily flickering across the audience as she gulped. Her eyes met yours again and she tucked a few curls back behind her ear, a signature nervous tick of hers. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tears welling in your eyes.

“I don’t want to take too much of your time, but I do want to say this: no one deserves this more than [Y/N] does,” she said into the mic, her voice strained. Your breath caught in your throat. “She is incredibly talented and she works so hard and she is just so amazing.”

She broke into a smile as she said that, the audience chuckling, relieving some tension. You smiled, too, your heart swelling as you saw her eyes fill with hope.

“But she is also more than that,” she continued, pushing through her nerves. “She is… the best thing in my life. She is kind and she is compassionate and she is loving and, well, she is more than I deserve.”

You bit your lip, fighting back the tears in your eyes. You wanted to be mad, you wanted to never speak to her again. But her eyes were on yours and your heart was pounding and you realised all you really wanted was to be the one who tucked those curls behind her ear for her. You wanted to run across the stage, to close the impossible distance.

“So, a warm ‘welcome to Broadway’ to [Y/N],” she said, tearing her eyes from yours and smiling at the crowd. “Congratulations on your first time in the spotlight… and may it be the first of many.”

The crowd roared in applause as she disappeared into the wings, Jordan taking back the mic and bidding the crowd goodnight. You quickly bowed, taking a moment to look out at the crowd beneath the stage lights, cheering and clapping.

You were finally where you wanted to be. You were just missing one thing.

You smiled, running off the stage and into the wings. The grin on your face grew as you flew past stage managers and the ensemble. You burst into your dressing room, stopping cold in the doorway as Jasmine turned around, a heartbreaking expression on her face. Your smile did not waiver.

“I know it was your big night and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and- why are you smiling at me like that?” she pouted, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I’m just really happy you’re here,” you said softly, slowly taking a step towards her. She grimaced.

“I fucked everything up and there is absolutely no reason you should be happy to see me,” she sighed, her eyes falling down your frame before guiltily snapping back up to yours.

“But I am,” you grinned, stepping in front of her. She frowned at you.

“What’s up with you? I totally fuck things up, you ignore my calls, I crash your opening night and you’re… happy to see me?” she asked, as you giggled, placing your hands on her waist.

“Are you still into Ant?” you asked.

“W-What?”

“Are you?”

She scanned your eyes, brow furrowed. Suddenly, her face softened, a small smile pulling at her red lips.

“No.” Your smile grew bigger.

“Did you miss my opening night even though I’ve avoided you for days on end?” you asked. She rolled her eyes, the smile still present on her face.

“No.”

“Well, in that case, it is officially 12:03am,” you said, nodding to the clock you had on the wall. Her eyes never left yours, the look of love in them unwavering. “My contract is officially up.”

And with that, she kissed you. Her soft lips crashed into yours as you both smiled; you tangled one hand in her curls as she pulled you closer, her fingers softly cupping your cheek. You both pulled back, giggling quietly as she leaned her forehead against yours.

“And may that be the first of many,” she winked, the two of you bursting into laughs as you kissed her again and again and again.

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[CHANGING MY NAME TO: Mo (first name) Torious (last name)]

i asked my parents if I could come up to westchester to have dinner with them, or to briefly stay while I looked for an apartment.

They said no. It’s funny, Dr Tabar at Belkvue Hospital (Dr Mounir, intake), told me that I should cut off my relationship with my mother. The only reason my father asked me to attend her 80th birthday party, was to keep up appearances. Before the night was over, and after my speech (unmmmzm....I got you a car), he told me in no uncertain terms that I am no longer welcome in his house. I dove get it. His brother Ladipo Fayemi is a caseworker at HRA HASA, who never once intervened for me, and who nobody in that agency thought to refer my case to. Mr. McCoy, used to make fun of the name. No matter, I no longer want to be called that.

I told them that since my father still continues to lie about not having received a copy of the doctored IRS Filings which Lucy Ostrofsky (acting in house counsel) had filed, directly ignoring my instructions, before I was forced out of the company and off the corporate bank account (it takes 3 members of management: myself, Richard McGinnis (Kurt Salmon Associates), President of Motorious Retail Stores (m&m/Mars Family: sponsor of Kyle Bush’s Toyota at NASXAR), patent holder, casino slot machine algorithms) and Philip Munger (who once, unbeknownst to me, withdrew $5,000 in cash from his personal Citibank account, and deposited it into my (the corporate) account, triggering FBI Money Laundering Red Flag: I have never even seen $5,000.00 in cash in one place in my entire life. I spent $500 to $10,000/month on my AMEX PLATINUM: and repaid it within 30 days. Beginning in 1992. Until I didn’t and went bankrupt for $60,000.

Bottom line: I don’t trust the man, and he and I no longer have a relationship. All he and my mother have done is agree with the psychiatrists who keep diagnosing me with paranoid delusions that I run a company. All this, I believe, because the only company he ever ran, ended up in trouble with the IRS. I’m beginning to be really suspect about his book selling and his AIDS Charity for orphans in Africa. Before he kicked me out of the house, he asked me if I wanted to help him with his Foundation, and I said « no » I want German citizenship.

A look at my brief work history shows I never stay in 1 place very long. What’s wrong with having wanted a change and to seek opportunities abroad?

Science Advisers, led by Norman Heyman, Jean Robert Le Shufy, and Kevin DeVito (New Capital Horizons, the US arm of New Capital AG in Switzerland: COPE Holdings (XTERA DAX | NASDAQ) Zuggero, CEO | lent ICV, llc (Integrated Concepts Vehicles, llc, Flipboard.com/@ICV_llc, the first $137,000 after I had lent the corporation $60,000.

MOTORIOUS MONEY GRID: says $100,000.00 loan am was made by Phil Munger on November 1, 1999. If that had been the case, why were none of the vendors at the show paid, and why did I receive a phone message on December 31, 1999 from Philip Munger: [email protected], the DAY AFTER I received a message from Wayne Irving of Spin Records that he had secured $25 Million from ING Barings?

My only Full Time Employee: John Goodwin, who I met at Pump No 8 at the Mobil Gas Station in Rancho Palos Verdea, took a salary of $80,000.00 + benefits + expense reimbursement, where on July 2, 1999 he secured an LOI with the Make A Wish charity for a proposed October 31, 2000 Charity Rade at Texas Motor Speedway.

He had 9 months to secure a deal with Ford to provide NASCAR vehicles for the event, which was supposed to commemorate 100 Years of Motorsports in America, and also commemorate both Ford and Harley Davidson’s 100th Anniversary. Moose returned saying that the sponsors (especially the protected sponsor, Coke, will not let the drivers out of their contests to drive the event)

Autoweek Magazine, the same issue it quoted several drivers as wanting to participate, reported that My Apple Laptop « had ears ». Motor Trend Magazine wrote an article entitled « The Automotive Analyst », a « fictitious story about a Wall Street analyst having problems with his wife, while talking to his shrink. The concluding sentence: « Build The Car »

My only contribution to Ford would have been when I called the $3 million monstrosity (Focus) built by John Colletti and Motor Trend: Ian Cartabiano has penned a sick Mis-Engined Ford Focus Rally Car, which was to have shared a platform with the Renault R5 (Nissan: where Doi had previously worked after NCIS).

That, and the referral from Mark Stehrenberger to Scott Sharpe Racing, to [Ford Tuner: I ferget] , who wrote a proposal for tuning the 4.0 liter Jaguar V8 for the Motorious Show Stand, as a potential BMW M5 competitor.

Of the $137,000.00 loan, $50,000 went to Mark Stehrenberger Design, who was to generate 3 proposals for the Deusenberg PHAETON: Mercedes Benz Ocean 4 door convertible concept...to. E build at the DRESDEN Factory in Germany), the other $50,000 went to Robert Marianich in Huntington Beach, who was to have converted his studio, and built a « clay resurfaced » proposal of the RIVOLUZIONW: 1999 LA Auto Show, next to Shelby Series One (I met Carroll at Jay Leno’s, where he asked me to contact his assistant, Pearlita Shelby, about helping him with production of the OLDSMOBILE AURORA Engined SERIES ONE: autopsia.wordpress.com, slated to return to INDYCAR, to replace the Honda unit, now that they created Touring Car.

I wanted to get the rights to MG ROVER (BBC: BMW’s English Patient), known as Rover Sterling 825 in America (Acura Legend): ARCONA | After the misérable failure of Phoenix Holdings, which paid Queen Elizabeth the nominal sum of £10, and then before becoming the four most overpaid executives in the UK Auto Industry. I even went so far as to ask Lakshmi Mittal (Arcelor Mittal and Harris’s) if he would help me to purchase Land Rover from TATA.

CAR AND DRIVER MAGAZINE (Hearst Publications: Vladimir Putin) April Fool’s | Toyota buys Oldsmobile Trademark for $5,000.

FIAT acquire the right to the Oldsmobile Aurora Engine through my partnership with Carroll Shelby, Gets the Oldsmobile Dealerships (10 year warrante on the engine), Change the nage to Alfa Romeo, and modify the engine for use in US Alfa’s, like the GT-V8, Spider Véloce (Duetto V8: BMWfilms.com Béat the Devil).

Unfortunately, John Goodwin went bankrupt, my ex-wife had a hidden camera in our bedroom vent (Waiting to Exhale, Bernadine’s Rage: 6624 Oceancrest Drive, RPV, CA, 90275). And all of our personal and my corporate accounts were closed on August 14, 2001, due to malfeasance on her part:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY

[The Private Bank: Union Bank of California (Mitsubishi Sumitomo: KIRETSU): Peggy Fahnestock, Gloria Marquez: who refinanced my BMW Financial Loan from JP Morgan Chase, because it was higher interest rate than a similarly situated white nan, all other things being equal.

The VENDETTA (redesigned Rivoluzione: 200 LA Auto Show, was in an accident THE FIRST DAY I DROVE IT. I didn’t even make it to the highway. There was at least $100,000? In customization (hand hammered and rolled Aluminum body parts riveted and bonded to the steel: Robin Officer, Captain Metal, Magic Mountain, CA (A Kiwi). who I believe, was interviewed on the Jay Leno show dresses in drag. By keeping all the receipts to every modification, the insurance company: GEICO, had to first restore the vehicle to its original condition, THEN, cover all the replacement customization which they did, before canceling my policy the sane day the lease on my 328i was repossed, with $5,000.00 worth of renderings and sketches by Ian Cartabiano, which actually appeared in Bimmer Magazine in 1998.

My mother refuses to give me my birth certificate. Whats wrong with this picture?

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