Just A Dream...
Chapter One: Sylvina
"This is the last straw, Sylvina! I mean it!"
Elliot Martescu glared at his daughter, no hint of his usual geniality in
his deep blue eyes. "This reckless behaviour has to stop, and you have to
learn to stop it! You're barely more than a child - what exactly did you
think you were playing at?"
The hapless Sylvina raised her gaze to his, but upon seeing his expression
thought better of it, meekly lowering her lashes and absently twisting her
hands together.
There was a moment of awkward silence, which appeared to placate Elliot none
at all.
"Well? Sylvina, I'm waiting."
It wasn't often that either of her parents used her full name to address her,
but then it had been a long time since she had seen her father this angry.
When she thought it over, she supposed - however grudgingly - that she understood
the reason for his displeasure. After all, he was just a businessman, an
executive knee deep in facts and figures. What did he know about the dreams
of a young musician?
Her mother she had always put more faith in. Her mother understood the desire
insideof her to play and sing and to make it as a star, for she had once
been there herself. But this time...she frowned slightly. This time she had
pushed even her mother's patience.
And as for her aunt...
She had barely spoken to her mother since she had returned home from her
latest escapade the previous night. Frantic out of her mind for the safety
of her impulsive and socially naive renegade, Mary Martescu had all but collapsed
when the news had come in that Sylvina was safe. She was still confined to
her room, and Elliot had not let her see her daughter, except for the briefest
of seconds to confirm that she really was okay. He had treated her with icy
disdain for most of the day, and even her devoted twin sister Anna, usually
compliant to Sylvina's will had shied away, shocked by what her sister had
done.
Mary had been in England when Sylvina had made her reckless choice, visiting her niece through her brother’s marriage, in order to encourage the girl’s own musical ambitions. Sylvina had been jealous, and, in a bid to gain attention for herself, she had made her bid for independence.
Needless to say it had all gone horribly wrong.
It had taken her Aunt Roxy to deal the final, morale-busting blow. Never
one to use either tact or finesse, Roxy had been blunt and to the point,
and what she'd had to say had cut deep into Sylvina's bruised pride. She
had been treated like a silly child when all she had been trying to do was
take a step for herself in the adult world.
It had seemed such a good idea at the time. Impulsive and headstrong, she
had barely bothered to stop and think it over before she was packing her
immediate belongings and sneaking out with her savings, intending to make
it to Los Angeles. She knew, for her mother had often told her that major
recording companies of big repute operated there, and it had always been
her intention to get herself signed to one of these big labels. Of her ability
she had no doubt...but of the world and the hard path to stardom she knew
nothing. Fame had, it seemed, fallen into the hands of her mother and aunt
with amazing ease...she saw no reason why she could not attain it just as
easily.
But then Sylvina was not prone to thinking anything through in any depth.
She was, she reasoned, fond of her mother and her father. She had always been
very close to her parents and had grown up in a secure and loving family
environment. Her Aunt Roxy was, of course, not really her aunt at all, but
she and the girl's mother had worked so closely together their relationship
these days was almost that of sisters. Whilst Mary had a tendency to be soft
on her girls, quick to forgive and forget in the same way she had always
done with those around her, Roxy had no such qualms. Straight-talking and
streetwise, she always spoke exactly as she thought, whether good or bad,
and Sylvina, who was an admirer of her aunt's independant air, had been badly
hurt by the disdainful remark about her 'childish games'. Roxy had grown
up rough and knew all about what it was like outside of the warm, gentle
family atmosphere Sylvina had been quick to take for granted. Roxy had been
angry - no, more than angry, she had been furious when Mary had phoned her
and tearfully explained that Sylvina had run away. So angry, in fact, that
she had insisted on leaving her home in Philadelphia in order to go and locate
the sinner personally. And it had not been a pleasant flight home. Privately
Sylvina hoped that whatever her fate, it didn't involve another encounter
with her sharp-tongued aunt.
"I was just....just trying to take the initiative." She said finally, her
tone far more timid than she would have liked it to be. "I want to be a star,
Dad, you know that! I was just...well...doing it."
"What you were doing, young lady, was thinking only of yourself and driving
all of us crazy with worry. Your mother hasn't been well since you left...in
case it has escaped your notice she's very sensitive and you and your sister
mean everything to her, particularly since..." He paused meaningfully, but
Sylvina was quick enough to take the hint. Three years after the birth of
the twins Mary had had a son, but he had been stillborn, and Sylvina and
Anna had come to be even more important in their mother's life from then
on. The Martescus had never tried again for a child - the pain of losing
one had been enough to bear.
She sighed.
"I know." She admitted. "I...I guess I didn't think. I left a note...I figured
Mom would understand. After all, she was a star.!"
"Your mother was and is a professional." Elliot said coldly. "You never think
about anything, do you?" He pointed to the door. "Go to your room. I'm sick
of the sight of you."
Sylvina opened her mouth to retort but a glare from her father silenced it,
and disconsolately she trudged out of the room and up the stairs.
At the door of her mother's bedroom she paused. The door was ajar, and, glancing
behind her to ensure her father was not following, she knocked on it lightly.
"Come in?" The voice was familiar, if tired, and encouraged Sylvina swung
the door open, slipping inside and closing it behind her.
Her mother was sitting by the window reading, her dressing gown tied around
her waist and the shadows under her eyes told of the sleepless nights she
had undergone whilst Sylvina had been absent. Mary had been in England when
the news had first come through, and initially numb, her only thought had
been to return to America to search for her eldest child. For the first time
the errant girl realised that it was, after all a good thing that her Aunt
Aja had been in contact with Mary when the phone call had been made, and
had immediately offered to go with her sister in law and assist in the hunt.
Memories brought her back to Los Angeles and had had a hunch to look for
her naughty niece in the city itself. She had happened to pay a visit to
Haven House, a centre for runaways, and had recognise her immediately she
had arrived there. Sylvina, by this time, had been tired, afraid and hungry.
Not for worlds would she admit how glad she had been to be caught, but she
had always hated and resisted discipline, and especially being told she had
been silly and childish.
At the sight of her daughter Mary raised a faint smile, setting her book
aside.
"Hello, Sylvie." she said quietly. "Did you want something?"
Sylvina hesitated. Then, tears in her blue eyes she threw herself on her
mother.
"I'm sorry." She gulped. "I didn't mean to make you sick."
Mary hugged her daughter tightly.
"I know you didn't." she said softly. "But you're old enough now to think
things through. I know how bad you want to be a star, but it's not all glitter
and glamour, you know. It's a lot of hard work." She sighed. "Your father
thinks we've lost control of you." She observed sadly. "That we've let you
down and been too soft on you. I...I don't know. I do feel that we've let
you down, though, if you're unhappy enough you want to run away."
"Unhappy?" Sylvina stared. "No, that wasn't...you don't understand! It wasn't
that I was unhappy, I just..."
"You want to be a star, and you thought you could make it happen." Mary put
in gently. "Don't you know what you can get pulled into, Sylvie? I was so
frightened...I didn't think you'd come back to me."
Her voice shook slightly at this and Sylvina knew that her mother was remembering
the long-dead brother. She had no recollection of him herself, but she did
recall a time when her mother had been sad and tearful, and more than anything
she hated seeing her mother cry.
"I'll never do it again, I promise." She said. "Really, Mom, I mean it! I...I
don't like it out there on my own."
"It's not a pleasant place to be when you're alone and inexperienced." Mary
told her wisely. "Your aunt Roxy can tell you more about that than I can."
"I don't want to talk to her...she's very angry, Mom."
"With good reason." Mary chided. "Sylvie, your aunt was a runaway, you know
that...and you also know what she went through to make it into the Misfits.
Do you really want your fame that way? I'm all for you and Anna both pursuing
your music, you know that...all I ask is you be patient and sensible about
it, that's all. It'll come. And you girls graduate in a week or two...do
you want to throw that away? Your report cards before this craziness have
been so much better!"
"I guess." Sylvina sighed, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. "Are
you still mad at me?"
"I'm too relieved to have you back to be mad."
"Dad's mad."
"Yes. Yes, he is." Mary sighed. "I'm afraid this time his mind is made up
on something we're not going to like, Sylvie. He hasn't discussed it with
me yet, since I've not been so well, but he will, I've no doubt. Whatever
it is...this time I don't think he's so willing to forgive as I am. I just
want you safe."
"What do you think he's gonna do?" Sylvina looked apprehensive.
"I wish I knew." Mary admitted. "All he said to me was that whatever happened,
he wasn't going to let you put me through something like this again. I...really
didn't react to it so well, all told. Perhaps it's my fault for overreacting."
"No, it's my fault." Sylvina said slowly, loving her mother all the more
for her unselfish and forgiving nature. "I'm truly sorry, Mom. I'm gonna
make you proud of me now, I promise I will."
"I'm always proud of you." Mary smiled at her. "Even when you're being crazy.
I'm your mother...you mean everything to me."
"Thank you for being so great." Sylvina whispered. "I...I better go, before
Dad finds me in here. He sent me to my room."
"Then I advise you go. You don't want to upset him any more." Mary advised.
"I'm glad we had this talk, though. I wanted to talk to you properly last
night but I was so tired and things were so crazy."
Sylvina nodded.
"I'm glad we talked too." she agreed. "Bye, Mom. Thanks."
With that, she slid out of the bedroom, tiptoeing down the corridor to the
bedroom which had been hers ever since she and Anna had decided to define
their individual identities at the age of eight. Identical in appearance,
the girls could not be more different in character, though both shared a
love of music. Anna had inherited her mother's creative flair for writing
and composing and was a diligent pianist with a good working knowledge of
most musical conventions. Shy and retiring, she had no wish to take her place
on stage, much preferring to stay behind closed doors. Sylvina, on the other
hand, was less patient in the composing department, but had all of the performing
flair. She too played piano and had soon begged her mother to teach her how
to handle a synthesiser, for since she had been a kid of eight and had sang
into her hairbrush in front of her mirror she had determined that she was
going to be a rock star, like her mother and her aunt. She had the voice
too, a stronger and more vibrant voice than Anna's, but as a team they were
formidable. Anna wrote the songs and Sylvina sang them. Though Anna shied
away from the spotlight, she had masterminded songs that her sister had performed
in county and state singing competitions, even one which had taken her across
town to the centre of the capital itself. While Anna had Mary's meek and
gentle side, Sylvina clearly possessed the impish, mischievous streak that
her mother had, the side of her which had often come to the fore when she
had been Stormer of the Misfits. These days she was renowned across the musical
profession for her songwriting skill, and her work was generally accepted
as close to genius on occasion.
Anna was waiting for her when Sylvina reached her room, a reproachful frown
on her face.
"You hurt Mom." She said chidingly.
"I know." Sylvina snapped back. "I spoke to her, chill out and let me be,
will ya? I'm in enough trouble!"
"I was worried too, you know."
"Yeah, well, if you don't mind I'd rather not talk about it right now. I'm
sorry, if that helps." Sylvina flopped down on her bed. "Dad is mad at me,
I made Mom cry...you can't seriously think you can make me feel any worse."
"I don't want to make you feel any worse." A look of consternation crossed
Anna's features. "Just...please don't do it again, Sylvie!"
"Wasn't gonna." Sylvina shrugged. "Been there. Done that."
"Was it real scary?" Anna sat down on the end of the bed.
"It...wasn't nice." Sylvina admitted. She sighed. "You've no idea how glad
I am to be home, Anna, even though I'm in the worst trouble of my life."
"It'll be okay." Anna said reassuringly. "You know it will. It'll blow over
- you've learnt."
"Yeah, maybe." Sylvina looked troubled. "Wish I could be so sure. Mom thinks
Dad has something up his sleeve and...well, I kinda think so too.
I hope he's not gonna do anything crazy..."
PART ONE: STARSTRUCK
Chapter One: Sylvina
Chapter Two: A Budding Genius
Chapter Three: A Well Kept Secret
Chapter Four: Making Waves
Chapter Five: Copper...and Sirena
Chapter Six: City of Angels
Chapter Seven: At Misfit Music
Chapter Eight: Jewel
Chapter Nine: I Want Everything
Chapter Ten: Sirena Strikes
Chapter Eleven: Stagefright
Chapter Twelve: Team Spirit
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