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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 4, 2011 0:19:09 GMT -5
I'm so glad Jennie is coming out of her shell and becoming way more confident! I loved the update and really want Jennie to win the competition update as soon as you can, please!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 4, 2011 0:19:37 GMT -5
And whoa, the question for the poll is HARD lol....
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Post by musicgirl on Aug 4, 2011 9:56:59 GMT -5
i love the singing competition!!
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A Once Mc Ginty
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Post by A Once Mc Ginty on Oct 28, 2011 14:45:20 GMT -5
Part 16
I stood in the crowd during the rest of the lads performances. I was nervous I wouldn't get the amount of reaction to the others songs. Ryan reached the most loudest. Damian had the most standing ovation. It had gone down to the Paul and I not moving on. I closed my eyes, hoping it wasn't me, but I didn't want it to be Paul either. "And moving on to sing at our next show is," Keith began. The crowd began to chant my name, I couldn't believe it. "Jennie Kelly!" "Sh*! Oh my God!" I yelled jumping onto Paul. I couldn't explain in words just how amazed I was, I was closer than ever. "Congratulations, you will be moving on!" The intermission ended and I walked back with Sharon. I quickly changed into normal clothes and began talking with her. "Jennie, where moving buses tonight and if you want you can begin packing up some of your luggage. I want you to come back on tour sometime, just to get out of The Moy. There is a place for you to start a blog under the request of some of your fans," Sharon told me. I was still on a high and honestly this was starting to get better every second. What next? "Thank you so much! I really don't know what I can do without you!" I emphasised the whole lines but I had to. I quickly ran to the bus, then realised that half of my luggage had already been packed. I finished packing and laid on my bunk on my MacBook. Sharon showed me around with the blog and quickly got me ready. I didn't know what to say, only a few people knew me; but in the end it went a wee bit like this: "Do I know you? You may ask why this random girl with the same last name as that Ryan lad is here? Honestly, I'm not sure.... You can say that Mrs. Browne told me to do this as about I've been to six shows and sang at two. I'm nothing special, I just have a lot to hide..... I have so many words that I can put down into this blog! But then it may end with the words I stated in tonight's show.... Let me say now that I wish the camera had been turned off when I said it, not still recording..... But it was and I fairly don't regret what I said, I loved every moment of this journey. This blog seems a wee bit unorganised and trust me I don't know what to say. I'm this small person from The Moy that came to America afraid that everyone would hate me because I had leukaemia and lost all of my family. I honestly, to all those I have met, love you all. You have made the past six days of my life the best. Though I only have four more to go, I will always remember all of your faces and hope one day we meet again. I don't know if I can state anymore in this, and I reckon I can't even pinch myself out of this high. I'll post another blog either when I get back to The Moy or just before I leave, maybe. Charms Jennie x
P.S. Oh, I don't believe I mentioned this, but I really am Ryan's cousin and born on Damian's 1st birthday." Short and simple, that's what I like! I didn't exactly state everything I wanted to, but when I finished I wanted to pass out. I couldn't, I was waiting for Sharon to get the lads packed. In the mean time, I uploaded an ukulele cover of the song I played to the lads on my YouTube account I had just made. I just remembered going in and out of sleep from 9 to half 11, with the worst headache ever. "You feel asleep? Come on, new bus," Ryan told looking more tired that anyone else. I swear it was freezing more than anything else, I couldn't wait tell the doors were shut and bus moving. This bus only had 8 bunks, 4 on each side, double not triple. Happy camper for only being George, Keith, Ryan, Paul, Damian, our Tutor and Doctor. I can't remember a bit how Sharon said the bunks went, but we all ignored them and went our way: Ryan over George; Damian over Paul; I over Keith; Doctor over Tutor. "I am out!" Damian yelled passing out. I looked over and saw his curtain open, but him asleep. I laughed and closed mine, reading some of the comments on the blog. I felt welcomed, but in the chat room or they called "thunderpub" it seemed a wee bit different. They thought I was joining the group and touring all the time. I didn't say anything and feel asleep without realising. When I awoke, I had a film playing on my Mac. It was half past six the next morning and no one else was awake. I didn't question myself what the film was or anything, I just shut it off and feel back asleep. When I woke the next time, I was sitting at the table with Damian sleeping on my shoulder. I wanted to kick him off but I didn't bare to move a bit. "Get out of my trousers!" Ryan yelled. "Give me back my ball!" Paul yelled back. I laughed a bit then closed my eyes when I heard them coming closet. "Ah, ye pies awake! Ye be sleeping all day until the show then ye sleep all after!" Keith dragged us out of the seat and onto the ground, well more Damian than I. "Be the day I don't sleep, I'll see you doing it all day!" Damian joked. "Out to Starbucks, I WANT!" "No, please, of all things if I have one more, I'll be dead!" I laughed and rubbed my hand through his hair. I looked down and realised I wore a Manchester United jersey, it was mine not Damian's. You can trust me now, I was always yelled at not liking the other teams, even a few of my friends (lol) had disowned me because I liked Man U over Chealse. Disbelief say no more, I can be hated for anything. I looked over my shoulder through the window, I loved it. I couldn't believe that even though it seemed such a freezing outside, so many lads walked in shorts and a shirt. I would imagine doing that back in Ireland. They'd be hated on for being different. "I want to go outside," I stated moving my hands around Damian's neck. "You are amazing." I lied about that, he wasn't he just wanted to hear that. His smile reached wide, poor boy. "What films do you have?" Damian asked looking up at me. "Skins 1 and 2. Every Leonardo DiCaprio film." I attempted to move passed Damian to my bunk, but he followed me wanting to see at least the first episode of Skin was. I put the first disc in and hit play. "Stop it now! Ew!" Damian yelled after the first five minutes. "Why does Ryan let you watch this?" I laughed and stopped it, hoping Sharon wouldn't see it or hear any of it. "Jennie! Don't show anyone that!" Ryan yelled with a laugh in his breath. I clearly had a more mature mind then Damian if he couldn't last 5 minutes of a TV-MA television programme. First off, I would have never shown Damian that if he hadn't requested it. Second, Ryan barely knew I even watched it until half way through season 1 and he just let me go on watching it. Third and last, I was bored and had nothing to do for awhile a.k.a. more like the show. I moved down onto the ground and over toward Ryan, he tried messing my hair up but I moved away quickly. Sharon stopped me and turned me around like I was something special. "I've had a few request for some people to sing a duet on their birthday," Sharon began. I looked straight at Damian, his mouth opened wide. A duet with that kid, I couldn't believe what others wanted. The more question was when did they others that had not been to a concert heard me sing? "No," Damian whispered, "I can't match with her voice, she's a lot better than I am." "They heard your song, some found it on YouTube when you posted it last night," Ryan spoke up. "Man up." I think they were both complements but I just stood with a bit of a shock still in my body. I posted it with different lyrics, not the exact one I performed to them. I didn't mean to go and do anything, Ryan didn't exactly care when I did it. "Maybe I'll try, but don't expect me to choose the song," I mentioned trying to get away. I didn't even know what songs he sang that was possible. "What's new with these twerps?" George laughed. I don't remember him anywhere or even asleep. MAGIC he did, just like Ryan. No that's just something that he likes to say that made people happy. I blanked out a bit and felt Damian drag me out of the bus. "What?" I asked releasing my hand. "Not again, by the time I leave I'm going to hate Starbucks." I really didn't like Starbucks as much as it seemed I did, it was rubbish and all these lads fancied it. It was their obsession, not mine. I drank down two cups of London Fog and still had too much on the cards people had given me. I couldn't finish it before I left, but I didn't need $50 to spend. I wasn't avid like the rest, I'm me. Three people looked at me strange next to him, I couldn't even bare it. I took a deep breath and hid my face behind my hands. Why were they looking? Was there something wrong with me? They seemed to just wanting to annoy me more than anything.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Oct 28, 2011 18:13:45 GMT -5
I love her blog! It's so beautiful...lol And yay, a duet on their birthday! Update when you can, please!
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Post by celticbear on Oct 28, 2011 22:34:16 GMT -5
Love Jennie's blog! Glad she moved on! I like the smaller bus! And I believe People are staring at her because she is about to become just as famous as her Cousin! And Yes a B-day Duet from Damo and Jennie is a must!
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Post by missufishy on Oct 29, 2011 19:48:28 GMT -5
I love Jennie's blog! A birthday duet sounds awesome cant wait to read more.
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Post by A Once Mc Ginty on Dec 30, 2011 2:04:28 GMT -5
Part 17
I walked out and felt the cold breeze race down my spine, a mist wetted everything, and Damian remained inside. He didn't want to leave I see, he wanted to stay inside where it remained warm. I didn't mind, I enjoyed sitting outside where the ground was frozen and people slipping. "Jennie, where is Damian?" Sharon asked. I pointed into the room and laughed. "He's not leaving," I whispered not following her. I remained outside, a boy walked up to me and took a picture. I laughed and gave a small smile, it was just a picture correct? A girl about my age asked for a picture with me, I accepted. These same people had been the ones staring at me in Starbucks. "Nice," Sharon laughed walking out merely dragging Damian out. Was she talking to me or him? I didn't really mind who. "Still don't know what just happened," I whispered with my head down. I couldn't have been the only one that saw that happen. My fingers froze with my bare skin open to the cold weather. "What?" Damian asked, "What happened?" He was something else right now. He was too addicted to the coffee he had been sipping to realise anything going on. It was as if he didn't even realise the ice in front of him. "Careful," someone warned him. I laughed grabbing his cup and watching him slip. "They told you," Sharon told with a laugh. It was just three people from Ireland making a foul of themselves for the craic. It was fun just watching the expressions on the townsmen and women's faces. The probably thought we were awkward, the way we acted, dressed, you name it. I went into a stare feeling Damian take back his half full cup. It seemed so quite, the walk back to the bus. I couldn't think much about anything, the world spun so slow today. The walk to the bus seemed to take forever. I sat in the back room looking out the window with no one near me. "You alright?" Ryan asked walking in. He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me. "What's wrong, Jennie?" "Nothing," I lied trying to make it realistic. "You're not, tell me what's wrong?" I didn't reply back to him. "Obviously it has nothing to do with any of us, not even Damian." He began to figure something truthful about. "Tell me, I can't think of anything." "I'm fine, I swear to you, I'm fine," I stood up and walked away. Ryan still had my hand gripped. "I'm fine." I took a loud swallow and moved down the bus dragging my feet. "What's wrong?" Paul asked picking me up. "Nothing, why is everyone asking?" "Because we know you're lying to us. We know you a bit more than you think we did." I didn't laugh, I didn't smile, I did nothing but be held up in his hands like we did all the time. "Really what is it?" I tried holding in that I missed The Moy more than I could speak. I didn't reply still just trying to keep something private to me. No one needs to know EVERYTHING about me at this moment in time. I laughed a bit seeing Ryan's face he made for a second. "What are you laughing at?" Paul asked turning around. Ryan went back to his normal face looking down at his laugh. He dropped me into the seat and laughed a bit at my face. I don't remember what it looked like, but it must have been just funny enough to have a wee bit of a craic laugh. "Enough lads, we have to get ready for the show tonight. What songs are you doing for the intermission?" Sharon asked. "Already got it," Ryan and Damian said at the same time. I didnt have to just say anything, it just was hard to put words into my thoughts. Was I ready for things like this? No. "Yeah, I already it ready," I lied. "Okay, I need your tracks, right now," she intended. I went back to my bag and tried finding something I knew I would probably not sing well. Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars, I don't even know why this song, it just had a meaning. I handed it to her and sat back in me bunk. This wasn't what I wanted anymore, being on tour with the lads. I wanted to be home, it just ached my stomach about the thought of home. A tear raced down my cheek, but I whipped it away quickly so no one could see. What the fans wanted was not going to happen between Damian and I, I wasn't ready for this. I took a rest until the show, quite long I may say. I knew I had to tell Sharon soon, it was the time to. We all went to the dressing rooms, I told Sharon to come to mine. "What's wrong?" Sharon asked walking in and shutting the door behind her. "I want to go back, I don't want to stay here any longer. I'm sorry," I whispered. She seemed to accept the fact of it. "If that's what you want then you may leave anytime. Tell me and I'll schedule your flight back, okay?" "I want to leave tomorrow, I can't stay any longer," I told her. It seemed so soon, but I needed to leave fast. I knew she would get them for me as soon as possible, and that's what I loved about her, her being like a mum. She left the room as I quickly changed into a nice blue striped shirt, black skinny jeans, threw on a wool pea coat, and a pair of Red TOMS. It was simple and I enjoyed it much, being simple. I sat in the front row with Sharon the first act, it was going to be my last time watching it full, it seemed so hard to watch though. The lights went on and intermission began. I ran backstage and waited for my turn. Ryan went first, followed by Damian. Both preformed great songs that really worked with their voices. There was no way I could match them. "Next, is lovely Jennie singing 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol," Keith announced. I gave a quick hug to Damian before going on. Walking on stage was the hardest thing to do, but I did it and ended up making it through the entire song also. "Thank you," I whispered in tears hearing the crowds reaction. All of the sudden my thought of going back home changed, did I really want to? I had to go, I couldn't preform on state every night like this. I stood there in silence, holding the mic down in my right hand, and covering my mouth crying in my left. "Why are you leaving?" Ryan asked walking next to me onto stage. I dropped to my knees, down out balling in tears. I could hold it in longer. Everyone looked at me strange, I had to run off the stage. My dressing room I had locked once I entered. I heard two lads banging on my door. "Jennie, open the door! Open the door now!" Ryan yelled. Then there became five lads in total. Every single one of them wanted to know why I was leaving. I opened the door but turned around quickly. "Jennie, why?" Damian asked grabbing my hand. "I just," I began. "I just don't want to do this anymore, I'm sorry." They all tried confronting me until Act Two. I couldn't watch it, I went to the bus and began packing. It was the hardest thing to do, but I packed everything and cried myself to sleep that night. I woke up knowing I was leaving today, and also that my 15th birthday was tomorrow. My flight was at 8 in the morning, and Sharon had drove me to the airport. It was just 7 and I was at any point about to pass out. I never said goodbye to anyone because one day I would see them again, especially Ryan. When I board the plane, my thoughts changed. Was it right now to say goodbye? I was to late to say it already so I stopped worrying and feel asleep. When I landed in Dublin, I was happy to be back. I stayed at Sharon's house for the night and awoke on my birthday. The first thing I did was call Ryan, he seemed happy to hear from me. "Happy Birthday!" he yelled to me over the phone. I had a bus to The Moy waiting for me so the call was short, but I made sure I said Happy Birthday to Damian also, he was 16 finally. Being back in The Moy made me feel happy, like I couldn't tell how happy I was to be in that good old village. I probably let so many people down that I had even promised them a blog. I quickly started one and it went a bit like this: "Left tour early... First off, I would like to apologise to anyone that wanted to meet me on tour, and also for not doing a song together with Damian. Second off, I would like to say Happy 16th Birthday Damian, the last week with you and the lads just changed my life forever. I don't know how I can thank you. Now, why I left early, a.k.a. the hard part. I just didn't feel like I could handle being away for much longer and do something I just began doing. It wasn't my thing. I really would love to meet everyone, but I don't know the chances of that happening. Also, for the nice girls I had met outside of Starbucks, you made me feel accepted in America and I loved that. Thank you. I really don't have much more to say, sorry. I'll make sure I keep posting videos and everything. Thank you again everyone. Charms x Jennie
P.S. Happy 15th Birthday to ME!" That's how I ended my journey with Celtic Thunder, but forever I would remain best mates with them. They always seemed to be there for me no matter what, and I enjoyed that much. Thank you.
*Only 1 more Chapter left until the end! It's going to sum eveything up and what not. Be ready!*
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Dec 30, 2011 2:24:39 GMT -5
That was so sad... but I felt like she really needed that... I'm glad she went with her heart!! Update...
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Post by celticbear on Dec 30, 2011 22:52:16 GMT -5
I agree! I could tell Jennie was getting homesick! Being a member of CT is not for Jennie! She's better off just being Ryan's sweet fun-loving 15yr old Cousin! Looking forward to see how you end this story!
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