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Post by celticbear on Jan 14, 2012 1:31:20 GMT -5
Wonderfull update! Love how Tressa got rid of Keith! Glad she is going to meet Damo at the mall the next day. Also love the note Lilly mailed to her. Still trying to figure out who Michael was!
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Post by dancer4life on Jan 14, 2012 1:43:44 GMT -5
I LOVE that line! "Smile for him." This is going really well. I like the nature of the story. Keep it up, sis
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 14, 2012 1:52:24 GMT -5
I LOVE that line! "Smile for him." This is going really well. I like the nature of the story. Keep it up, sis Um.... why?
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Post by dancer4life on Jan 19, 2012 1:25:00 GMT -5
Because it's cool. There's a lot of meaning that can be packed into it. And it's kind of romantic.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 19, 2012 1:36:00 GMT -5
Ugh school is eating all of my time... but hey, on our way to playoffs okay, here's the update I put down the letters and crawled in bed, jeans, coat, shoes, and all. I pulled the covers over my head and cried. I cried for Michael, I cried for my mom, I cried for the hurt everybody felt during that long year. But mostly, I cried for me. When I finally lifted my head, it was raining outside. The rain was pounding against my window and I frowned. “Great, the rain is to match my mood, right?” I grumbled, getting out of bed. I wasn’t tired anymore. I had slept that off. I glanced at my clock. “Six am. Great.” I wandered downstairs to find my mom getting ready for work. “Hey, Mom,” I said. My mom’s eyes went wide as she stared at me. “What are you doing up?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just couldn’t sleep. Or, well, I slept from about five to six, so I slept a long time. Never mind. I couldn’t sleep.” Mom nodded. “Well, I have to work today. I’ll see you at noon. Have fun today, honey, huh?” She grabbed her water bottle and was out the door. “Ha,” I said for no reason at all. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and ate it slowly, thinking. I wonder... I wonder... I wonder what would happen if I had never had Michael in my life. “No,” I said out loud. “No Michael thoughts.” I ate in silence, keeping my thoughts carefully locked up, when one escaped and floated into my mind. I gasped. “Damian!” I yelled to the empty house. I ran upstairs and grabbed my phone. I was just about to hit call when I realized it was six fifteen in the morning. I decided to text him instead. “Hey, when you get up, my mom wants to meet you first. So come to my house at one? Here’s my address: ___” I put my phone down and blew out a breath. Laughing at my own forgetfulness, I started to walk downstairs when my phone buzzed. I turned around to stare at it. “Why is he up?” I muttered, looking at the text. “Sure thing, I’ll be there. Just need a little Map Questing help ” I smiled at my phone before going downstairs to finish off my cereal. Then I decided to do my homework. After all, that was what I was going to do the night before, when I fell asleep like a kid. The day passed slowly. When my mom came home, she made lunch and went to rest. Apparently, work had been hard that day. I just stayed in my room, played a little piano, did my homework. The regular weekend boredom had set in. When the knock I had been waiting for came at the door, I jumped. “Just on time,” I murmured, going to open it. I turned the handle and opened the door, suddenly very nervous. “Hi,” I said quietly. “Hi,” said the same young man I remembered from the day before. When I didn’t say anything, he asked, “May I come in?” “Oh, of course,” I said. “Just sit down. My mom... I’ll go get my mom.” I rushed to my mom’s room. I walked in. “Uh, Mom, he’s here,” I hissed. She put down the book she had been reading. “Oh, really?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye. “Let’s go meet him.” She walked out of her room, very confident. “Hello!” she exclaimed. I followed her just in time to see Damian standing up and smiling. “Hello, I’m Damian McGinty.” He extended his hand. Mom took it and shook his hand. “Oh, Tressa, you never said he had an accent!” I groaned. “Mom, Northern Ireland.” I did a mental face palm. “Right. So, Damian?” He waited patiently. “Yes?” he asked after she didn’t finish her thought. “Just.... you seem like a nice boy. Young man. Just watch out for my daughter, all right?” Mom smiled at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me... I have to do something.” “Mom, you were reading a book,” I said. I couldn’t believe she was letting me go so easily. I had to wonder if she knew something I didn’t. “I know. Now leave,” she said with an impish grin on her face. I raised my eyebrows and said. “Okay.” Turning to Damian, I said, “Time to go?” He nodded. “Definitely.” He smiled and opened the door. “After you.” Yeah, right, I thought. But I had to laugh. “Thank you.” I walked out the door and he followed close behind.
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Post by dancer4life on Jan 19, 2012 1:50:18 GMT -5
Wow, nothing like your own mother essentially setting you up in a sense and then kicking you out of the house to go on a "not date"! LOL
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Post by celticbear on Jan 19, 2012 22:21:57 GMT -5
Love the meeting between Damo and Tressa's Mom! Tressa was expecting the third degree! Instead all her mom said to Damo was to look after her daughter and shoo both of them out the door! THAT'S WHAT I CALL A COOL MOM!
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Post by MsJessika :) on Jan 20, 2012 17:15:31 GMT -5
Can't wait to see what happens next!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 21, 2012 17:11:03 GMT -5
Here ya go, sis... stop bothering me about updating and wasting my texts.
“Now, we’re goin’ in the car that Keith rented. It’s a bug.” He rolled his eyes. “He’s obsessed with them or somethin’.”
“Do you always drop your g’s?” I asked.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Oh, never mind,” I said with a small smile. “And I like the bug. It’s cute.”
“Cute, ha,” Damian said. “It’s more like a girl’s car.”
“Really?” I asked, crossing my arms.
He grinned. “Okay, well, you can get in. It’s unlocked.” He opened his door and, ducking his head, got in.
I opened the door when I got a text. I checked it quickly. It was my mom. “He’s hot!”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t answer. Instead, I got in the bug and buckled, shutting the door. “So... you know how to get to the mall, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah, Sharon briefed me before I left. I’m just glad she’s with us right now instead of Emmet and George and Daniel.” He grinned at me. “Pretty soon, she and Neil will be flying to meet Daniel. Neil and Daniel will be doing promos together. Neil has to deal with Sharon twice.”
“Who’s Sharon? I heard you say her name... yesterday.” I swallowed hard.
“Sharon is my—the producer of Celtic Thunder.” Damian kept his eyes focused on the road, driving easily. “She’s great. Sometimes can be slightly... well, it’s hard to get away with anything when Sharon’s around. She’s the all seein’ eye. But she can be great craic.”
The last word caught me off guard. “She can be great what?”
“Craic. It’s like a joke, fun, stuff like that. Not the drug that everyone thinks it is.” Damian smiled. “So, anyway, what was goin’ on yesterday?”
I frowned. I worried he was going to ask that. “Yesterday? Oh, I just had a bad day, that’s all.”
“Sure.”
Was he really disputing me? I was shocked. He didn’t seem the type of person to make that sarcastic comment. “What?”
“You walk home every day, cryin’ because you had a bad day at school.” He didn’t look at me. “I do that all the time, yep.”
“You’re not a girl,” I muttered. Looking at him, I said, “Which is probably why you’re being so sarcastic. You don’t know what to say.”
He sighed. “Look, somethin’ was wrong. And I have time to get it out of you. So I’m goin’ to.”
“Why?” I demanded. “What makes you want to know?”
He finally looked at me. “Because for some unexplainable reason, I care how you feel. I care if you’re cryin’ as you walk home from school. I care.” He shrugged. “Don’t ask me why. I just always have.”
“Do you always take people to the mall when you ‘care’ for them?” I asked.
He smiled. “Sure. If they actually call me.”
I blinked a couple of times. “Okay, so answer this. How many people do you just randomly hand your phone number out to?”
“Upset people who don’t know who I am,” he answered with a laugh. “These days, that’s not so many people. Back when I was in Celtic Thunder, it was much easier.”
“How old are you?” I asked suddenly.
“Nineteen. You?”
“I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in two weeks.” I bit my lip. “How long will you be here?”
Damian laughed. “Well, I live half an hour away.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I live in LA. Have to, for my job. That’s why Sharon asked me to fill in. I live so close that it doesn’t matter that I’m coming to help out.” Damian flipped on his blinker and turned.
“Oh...”
“Yeah.” He concentrated on driving and it was silent for a while. “Do you want to hear Celtic Thunder?” he asked after a while.
“Oh... sure,” I said. Why not? “Well, it depends. Are you guys any good?”
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Post by celticbear on Jan 21, 2012 23:50:42 GMT -5
What! Are CT any Good! Girl be prepared to have you socks nocked right off of you! LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT UPDATE!
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Post by !!DerryChick!! on Jan 22, 2012 1:21:37 GMT -5
Ohh myyy thats our keith for ya
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Post by GalwayGirl on Jan 22, 2012 2:37:10 GMT -5
I loved the updates!!! Sorry I didn't comment on the last one. This is great and I can't wait to read more! Update when you can!! hehe poor bug...
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Jan 22, 2012 13:00:44 GMT -5
I loved it! Absolutely loved it!!! I can't wait for more! So if you don't update soon I'm gonna swarm your PM box with PMs telling you to update until you do! Understood? Good.. Now that we have an understanding, Update! ;D
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Post by dancer4life on Jan 24, 2012 0:06:35 GMT -5
Whoot-whoot! This is awesome. And Mom would totally say text that, too. Even this isn't technically "our" Mom.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 26, 2012 1:11:26 GMT -5
You readers are so lucky I'm posting more for y'all.
He laughed. “Well, I like to think we are. But you can decide that for yourself. What do you want? Four years ago, three, two, one?”
“Um.... four years ago?” I said.
“Okay.” He put in a CD. I picked up the case and stared at the cover. “What?” he asked.
“Is that you?” I asked, pointing at the little kid.
He smiled proudly. “Yes, that’s me, Damian McGinty, fourteen years old. I turned fifteen the next week, though.”
A pounding of drums filled the car, making me jump. I grinned sheepishly and listened for a moment. “Hey, I kinda like this! Bit different from what I’m used to, though.” I listened for a while. “What is this called?”
“Heartland. Phil wrote it.”
“Who’s Phil?”
Damian shook his head in amusement. “Well, I forget that you’re not a fan. Most people I talk to know all the things I have to tell you.” I could tell he was only teasing me, but I still couldn’t decide if I was hurt or not.
“Um... who’s Phil?”
“Composer and arranger. He helped Sharon put together Celtic Thunder. He just left the group last summer.” Damian frowned. “About the same time I did. And Ryan. But Ryan’s back.”
“Who’s Ryan?”
“He’s...” Damian took the CD case from my hand. “This one.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, that’s Ryan.” I grinned.
“Yep. Most women swoon over him.” Damian shrugged. “It’s kind of funny, if you think about it. I mean, he’s just some average guy with a good voice. Like me. And the rest of the lads. And yet, everyone thinks we’re amazin’.”
The next song came on and I sighed in happiness. “I love guitars.”
“Really? Keith’s an expert guitar player. This is him.”
We sat in silence, just listening to the song.
“So, Keith loves bugs and plays the guitar. What else about him?”
“He really should get a haircut.” Damian grinned. “He’s a great guy. Just, sometimes is boisterous. And likes to leave me stranded on islands. But that’s behind us now.” He seemed to be telling himself that. “Anyway. Keith just... he’s fun. Great craic.”
“And what are the rest of them like?”
“Well, George, he’s... this is George.” Damian skipped to the next song. “Everybody loves George. He’s the bald one. He’s great with kids, has a great, deep voice, and just loves singin’. That’s all he really likes to do. And he loves everyone.”
I listened for a while. “He sounds really nice.”
“Yeah, the best part about him is rubbin’ his head.” Damian grinned.
“I’m sure he loves that.” I smiled. “Okay, who else?”
“Well...” He skipped to the next song. “Oh, that’s me. You already know about me.”
“No, don’t skip it!” I said. “I want to hear what you sounded like when you were little.”
“Okay...” he said. “Um, okay. Since Daniel and Emmet aren’t on here, let’s talk about them. Emmet is... Emmet is twenty-one and has a fantastic range. He also has a great sense of humor. But I think he was around Keith for too long, because his sense of humor has become... very... dangerous. If you know what I mean. Are you listenin’?”
“What?” I asked. “Not really. I mean, I’m listening to you when you were little. Are you sure you were little? Cause you have an awful big voice. What language is that? Gaelic?”
“Awful big voice?” he asked, indignant.
“Awfully. Sorry.” I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t realize you’d be a grammar freak.”
“You know, you are somethin’ else,” he said. “Most girls are swooning over me, ‘Oh, it’s Damian McGinty, ahhhh!’ and here you are, just...sittin’ there.”
I shrugged. “I’m not most girls.”
“Most girls don’t walk home from school, cryin’, not carin’ what people think.”
“Are you really going to bring that up again?” I sighed.
“Yep.” He skipped the song and a new voice came on. “Oh, this is Paul. He’s not in Celtic Thunder anymore. Good thing, too, ‘cause otherwise, the bus would be burnt down. But he does have a great voice.” He sighed. “I miss him.”
I miss him.
“Tressa, come on, you can’t just lie there all day!” Michael yelled at me.
“Yes, I can!” I pulled the pillow over my head.
“You do know that I’m leaving today, right?”
I sighed. “Of course I know that! Duh! Why wouldn’t I know that?”
“I’m just saying... I want to say good bye. Will you please get out here?” Michael was becoming impatient. “I might not see you for a very long time. Possibly six months, maybe more.”
I shut my eyes tightly and refused to listen to him. “No, I’ll see you soon. And I don’t say good bye. Just don’t. I’ll see you soon. You know that.”
“Tressa...” He sighed. “I’ll miss you.”
I shut my eyes, willing myself to drown out his voice.
“Tressa?” he asked, getting more insistent. “Tressa, answer me.”
“Tressa!” Damian said.
I blinked a couple of times. “What?”
“You’re cryin’ again,” Damian whispered, as if saying it louder would make it worse.
“Am I?” I whispered back, wiping my face. “So I am.”
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