Barefoot Queen of the Stage

. Essie, 22, dancing nomad lady

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Somebody looks a bit confused :’3

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Nice legs daisy dukes dukes makes a man go (Peter whistling during games without frontiers)

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Essie followed along, and shrugging, said, “Well it really isn’t much of a big deal. I’ve pretty much been everywhere. We spent some time on the northeast coast of the US. Mostly, though, we travelled Europe. I can speak quite a few languages. I’ve lived in Spain, Portugal, Italy, England, Morocco, and settled for a few years in Paris, specifically. That’s where I finally was able to go to school with other people my age, and where I was able to bring my talent out for larger, less drunk audiences. Hah… I even remember we lived in an RV for a time,” Essie trailed off as she removed her scarves, revealing her long, wildly wavy and volumized hair. She shook her head. “I just realized I’ve been rambling! I’m so sorry about that. But then again, how can one not ramble when they’ve been rambling on their whole life?” She said with a chuckle, which turned into a cough, which turned into her trying to clear her throat.

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Pavati nodded, listening to essie as she opened her dorm room door. Thankfully her and Rachelle have a small living space otherwise the poor might have woken up. Possibly. “Rambling? Oh! I don’t think it is rambling. I was the one that asked about it after all” She smiled a bit, “Now let me get a pot started for the tea. Tell me more. What languages do you know? You said there was quite a few.” She headed to the small kitchen, finding her tea pot and getting some water into it. Turning on the stove, she placed the pot on top of the burner and turned to face Essie, trying to remember some of her Grandmother’s recipe. She must have brought the journal with the written instructions and put it somewhere in this dorm. 

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“Well, I spoke a lot of Romanian and English with my family, but I am also fluent in Spanish and French. I know some Italian, a smidge of Portuguese, and a little Arabic,” Essie recalled. “Oh gosh, it feels like a completely different life now. It’s like once I came here, moving around was just a distant memory. And I got over here so quickly! I mean, I always pack light.” Essie had a smile on her face, remembering village - wide games of hide and seek and dancing in various city squares for a little cash. They were good times, ones she’d always like to remember.

“Ah, so what is it that you’re making? I’m so interested, truly. It’s not every day that someone knows how to do this stuff from childhood!”

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“Oh, yeah, my family was pretty nomadic growing up, so we had a lot of quick home remedies that I never paid any attention to. If there was an emergency, we usually used something from a store. They were big tea drinkers, too,” Elsie explained, reminiscing with her strained sick voice.

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Pavati nodded, “I can understand that. Where did you guys travel to? If you don’t mind me asking that is.” Slowly she began heading towards her dorm, “I love tea. It is what I normally drink every morning. Or during the day from time to time.” 

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Essie followed along, and shrugging, said, "Well it really isn't much of a big deal. I've pretty much been everywhere. We spent some time on the northeast coast of the US. Mostly, though, we travelled Europe. I can speak quite a few languages. I've lived in Spain, Portugal, Italy, England, Morocco, and settled for a few years in Paris, specifically. That's where I finally was able to go to school with other people my age, and where I was able to bring my talent out for larger, less drunk audiences. Hah... I even remember we lived in an RV for a time," Essie trailed off as she removed her scarves, revealing her long, wildly wavy and volumized hair. She shook her head. "I just realized I've been rambling! I'm so sorry about that. But then again, how can one not ramble when they've been rambling on their whole life?" She said with a chuckle, which turned into a cough, which turned into her trying to clear her throat.

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“I wish I could properly express how grateful I am right now, oh my god,” Essie said, following Pavati. “You really are such a sweet person.”

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“You are too kind” Pavati smiled, opening the door for Essie, “Really it is no trouble at all. I am just happy to find someone that appreciates remedies that don’t involve chemicals or anything like that.

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“Oh, yeah, my family was pretty nomadic growing up, so we had a lot of quick home remedies that I never paid any attention to. If there was an emergency, we usually used something from a store. They were big tea drinkers, too,” Elsie explained, reminiscing with her strained sick voice.

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“Oh god, yes, let’s go! It’s so cold!” Essie said, before coughing a bit more. “I feel like there’s sandpaper in my throat.” She was so relieved that she didn’t have to actually go into a store and interact with a person who would end up judging her. It was the last thing she could have wanted to do. “Which building are you in, Ms. Pav?” Essie asked playfully.

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Pavati turned and started heading back up towards her dorm. “I have some tea that you can use. Herbal too so you won’t stay up too later” She smiled, “Well no later than usual now.” The dorms came within sight now, and she pointed out her building to Essie, “Well I’m in the Minnie Dorms. First building. Even on the first floor too so you don’t have to worry about stairs, Ms. Essie.” She gave the girl a playful grin, hurrying towards the building. 

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"I wish I could properly express how grateful I am right now, oh my god," Essie said, following Pavati. "You really are such a sweet person."

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“You mean, like, holistic medicine? Because any excuse to keep weird chemicals out of my body is a wonderful thing. I’ve tried a few silly home remedies like eating very spicy food and smoking a bowl. I even put mint in there. Nothing. But I do have to say, I don’t know too much about fixing a cold other than spicy food, weed, and chicken soup.” Essie shook her head at herself. She sounded like a god damn stoner. She was only a stoner sometimes. 

“I’d love to try your grandmother’s remedies. I know we have a class together, my name is Essie. I’d shake your hand or hug you, but I’d hate to get you sick. Either way, I’m glad I ran into you. The thought of cough syrup right now is… Absolutely horrifying.”

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“Yes” Pavati smiled, “I am the same way. I don’t like putting weird chemicals into my body. I don’t think it helps at all. But I do have to say that probably being out here in the cold is not helping you much either.” A small laugh escaped her lips, shaking her head, “There is a lot of ways to fix a cold. You also need rest on top of those things as well.”

“I recognize you from class too! My name is Pavati but you are more than welcomed to just call me Pav. And let’s just focus on getting you some remedies to feel better. Would you like to head back to my dorm room? That way you can warm up a bit too.” She laughed again, “I understand the feeling. I hate cough syrup, ever since I was little. Thankfully my grandmother never tried to give me that stuff.” 

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“Oh god, yes, let’s go! It’s so cold!” Essie said, before coughing a bit more. “I feel like there’s sandpaper in my throat.” She was so relieved that she didn’t have to actually go into a store and interact with a person who would end up judging her. It was the last thing she could have wanted to do. “Which building are you in, Ms. Pav?” Essie asked playfully.

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TV Lives- The GTO’s

“I’m a television baby My father’s a knob and my mother’s a tube When I’m sad my horizontal dips And my vertical skips But when I’m glad My brightness meter Shouts brightest." 

This has been one of my favourite albums for years. No one I know IRL really "gets it”.

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GTO’s 1968 Handwritten Song Lyrics Brassiers Pamela Miller Des Barres

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The GTO’s 

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After a night of recovering from a killer cold, Essie woke up in her bed feeling refreshed; an unusual feeling to get after recovering from a cold, but Pavati’s grandmother’s remedies worked better than the heaviest stuff she’d ever been on. She felt like getting dressed and doing something... She had to study, but Essie wasn’t necessarily the type to sit down and read the same old boring lines over and over. She equipped herself with her phone, earbuds, and a small bag containing some useful items for the day and exited the dorms, moving towards a secluded area on campus. After 2 previous years at DUO, Essie knew where was safe for the planned activities. Today, she was going to make herself enjoy the new feeling of wellness by taking a day to enjoy the world. 

Essie felt that the day would only be enhanced by the music she chose, and what better music to enhance life and expand one’s mind to than The Doors? As My Wild Love seduced her through her earphones, she languidly reached into her bag, took out a pack of cigarettes, filled with joints she had rolled a few days before, just in case. She took a sharp turn into what she had so lovingly named “Trippy Haven.” She took a J from the pack she prepared, lit it, and slid down the brick wall she had been just leaning on. The Ghost Song came next. She unplugged the earbuds, letting the music escape into her atmosphere. 

“Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see,” the man’s voice crooned

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Despite being sick, Essie couldn’t help but chuckle, which turned again into coughing. She cleared her throat and continued, “I wish I could enjoy it! I’ve got the world’s shittiest cold. I had to put on shoes. I feel restrained!” She let out a little sigh. “I was just on my way to whatever little convenience store might be open. I need some drugs. Flu drugs.”

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“That goes around this time of year” Pavati smiled, “I know some remedies that my Grandmother taught me if you would like to try some.” Looking down at her own feet, she wiggled her toes that were confined in her shoes and laughed. “I know how you feel about that. I hate wearing shoes but in this weather they are required. Hopefully it is bit warmer tomorrow so I can go out barefoot.” 

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“You mean, like, holistic medicine? Because any excuse to keep weird chemicals out of my body is a wonderful thing. I’ve tried a few silly home remedies like eating very spicy food and smoking a bowl. I even put mint in there. Nothing. But I do have to say, I don’t know too much about fixing a cold other than spicy food, weed, and chicken soup.” Essie shook her head at herself. She sounded like a god damn stoner. She was only a stoner sometimes. 

“I’d love to try your grandmother’s remedies. I know we have a class together, my name is Essie. I’d shake your hand or hug you, but I’d hate to get you sick. Either way, I’m glad I ran into you. The thought of cough syrup right now is... Absolutely horrifying.”