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LJ Idol Week 21: The Way Back

It's ironic that the topic this week is "The Way Back" since all my energy has been on trying to find a way back to the US to fix all of my problems. It's all I can think about — how am I going to get rid of my apartment? Will my landlord find out I'm not there? Knowing him, will it mean trouble and more calls where he brings me to tears? What about my cats? My niece is expecting to move in June, but what am I going to do about my cats. I miss them, but if I go back now, I may not be able to return to my husband for a year...maybe more. This pandemic has uprooted my life, and I can't find my footing — as I'm sure many of you understand. 

I fought my way back into Idol, and I never thought of myself as a quitter. I hated dropping out in December, and I told myself it wouldn't happen again, but as the deadline approaches, I just can't motivate myself to write. Life has been too much for me this last week or so, and I'm feeling depressed. Too depressed to give it my all this week, and I'm sorry. I feel like my heart just isn't in it — and I feel terrible for taking a place from someone who can give Idol their all. I haven't felt much like reading or socializing, and to me, that's what Idol is about. I haven't been responding to comments or even commenting on other entries, and then I just end up feeling bad. 

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LJ Idol Week 20 - Boondoggle

"I'm sorry." 

My husband looked over at me from his seat in the back of the ambulance. 

"Why are you sorry?" he asked me. 

"Because I know this will be a waste of time. It's probably nothing." 

"Well, that would be good news, wouldn't it? We want it to be nothing." 

"I suppose so."

 Back in the United States, I would never dream of going to the emergency room because I'm uninsured, and it would financially destroy me. 

Even though I know it's different here, I still fall into the same mindset.  What if I'm just being a hypochondriac? Yes, I had two different doctors tell me to go to the emergency room, that this was serious. But usually, I ignore that advice, and so far, I've turned out fine. 

But what if this time, they're right?

What if I wouldn't be fine? 

When we got to the hospital, the French receptionist seemed to be angry. She was yelling and throwing her hands around, but I couldn't make out a word she said. In my mind, I knew what she was upset about though — it's because I'm American and I don't have access to the French healthcare system yet. I felt terrible as I sat there, not knowing what she was going on and on about, but assuming it was about me and my lack of health insurance here in France. 

And I sat there feeling like I had done something wrong. Because in my country, healthcare isn't a right — it's a privilege I don't have. 

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LJ Idol Week 18: Blood Harmony

Singing was my life. People used to say I had the voice of an angel, that I would go far with a voice like mine. My entire life revolved around music. I went to a special high school for the arts, while most of my friends went off to magic schools. I worked my vocal cords while others learned charms or potions. Magic was in my blood, but music was in my heart. 

My parents hadn’t been happy with my desire to pursue music instead of magic, and as my sixteenth birthday approached, all they could talk about was my future powers.  My friends, one-by-one, grew into their special powers and it was all they could talk about. Fiona was a healer, which delighted her since she was always interested in helping others. Gia could talk to the dead, which suited her for a life in criminal justice. She would one day go into practice interviewing the dead in order to find out who murdered them. Soon, it would be my turn, and I would have my entire future laid out for me. 

But all I wanted to do was sing. I couldn’t care less if I could shapeshift like my father or if I had a green thumb like my mother. None of that mattered to me. I would rather stand in front of a crowd and watch them smile from the power of my natural voice - no magic required. 

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LJ Idol Season 11 Week 17: Negative Reverse

The demon sat at the bar, her long, black-stocking clad legs crossed seductively. Her pursed lips painted red and inviting. She flipped her raven hair over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist, turning her dark eyes on a group of poor, unsuspecting men over by the broken jukebox. 

That was until I took a seat next to her. 

Her eyes darted over to me, and one thin, perfectly arched eyebrow raised upward. 

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you too good for a place like this?” 

I waved the bartender down. “Martini please.” 

“You don’t drink?” she asked me again. 

“Well, things have changed, Luna,” I muttered. “A lot has changed actually.” 

She gave me a once over, her black eyes widening as the realization hit her. 

“Celeste, you haven’t been-- have you?”  Her lips pulled back into a smirk. 

“I have been cast down from heaven, yes,” I said. “Well, at least temporarily. I’m going to find my way back up there, just wait and see.” 

Luna cackled and people around us froze and stared. She had that sort of power over mortals - she could pierce their hearts with fear or bring them to their knees with just a sound. It all depended on what her intentions were. The bar became eerily quiet as everyone waited for their instructions from Luna. Even the bartender froze in front of me, as if unsure what to do with the bottle of gin in front of him. 

Luna waved her hand. “Oh come on, pour the poor lady a drink already. She’s had a very rough day.” 

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LJ Idol Week 16: The Streisand Effect

I think my husband has taken for granted that I don't speak French fluently. Yes, I took four years in high school, and I keep studying. I can read a good bit of French, but speaking and listening are a lot harder for me, mostly because I've been taught with an American accent. Pronunciation is hard, and I'm still getting used to their accents.

My husband's parents don't speak English at all, so when we visit them, they mostly speak French.  I remember being so proud of myself when we first met — I understood a phrase his mother had said. 

She had said, "Il aime le chat." Which means, "He loves the cat." 

Yeah, yeah, anyone who uses Duolingo for even an hour can understand that. But it was still the first phrase I ever understood outside of the traditional greetings, so it meant a lot to me. And until recently, it was the only phrase I ever picked up on from their conversations. 

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Second Chance Idol Sudden Death: Open Topic

My fiancé doesn’t fit the French stereotype. In fact, until I started coming around, he never bought baguettes. Like, how is that possible? You have some of the best bread in the world at your disposal - there are literally boulangeries every few steps. They’re like Starbucks for bread. And you never have one at home? How is this even possible? Are you even French if you don't have a baguette with every meal? 

People even break their own rules when it comes to bread. For instance, it's frowned upon to eat on the run. They think meals should be eaten while sitting at a table, enjoying the food. Except when it comes to their precious baguettes.  People break off bits of the baguette, munching as they walk home from work. People give kids hunks of the hard, French bread as they run around the park. No butter needed. Just a chunk of bread. 

But not my fiancé. 

Not until I came around, that is. Because apparently, in some ways, I'm more Frenchified than he is. 

It started with me venturing to the stores on my own, just an excuse to get out and about. I'd pick up a baguette to go with our dinner since it felt like the French thing to do. I'm really struggling with finding meals for me to eat there. A lot of the brands I'm familiar with back in the United States don't exist there, and it's been a frustrating process for me. I'm used to eating certain things, almost always the same types of things, every day. And now I need to find new things to eat. 

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