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There have been a lot of cool moments, but in the same breath, all of it feels right. I have a lot of gratitude for where I am and how far I’ve come. Somewhere deep inside I know that I was destined for this journey.

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“I just think we could make a lot more money at Smooth Moves if we offered alcoholic options.”

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“Alcoholic smoothies? That doesn’t sound appetizing.”

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Bubbly || Eli & Grace

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nolanseli:

The worst part about working this particular night and by far, the worst part about this party, was having to be nice to that one director that had turned him down so harshly. Never mind the actors who’d seen him before at auditions, some were okay, and others were downright heinous. He had no reason to deal with their shit, or at least, that’s what he would’ve liked. He needed the job. Badly. So much so, that he plastered on a pleasant smile whenever they mocked him or try to put him down. He was just an employee there, couldn’t they find their amusement somewhere else? As he looked down at his watch, Elijah let out a sigh. Just five more hours of this. Five more hours.

He scanned the bar, making sure everyone had a drink in their had. Though one lady caught his attention. She’d been sitting there most of the night, with the same drink in hand when he hadn’t intervened yet. Elijah knew who she was, hell, everyone did. And as he made his way towards her, a smirk tugged at his lips, “That champagne must be story by now, would you like a new one or should I pretend like you haven’t been hugging that cup for far too long?”

Whatever the atmosphere of the evening was, Grace wasn’t feeling social enough for it. She generally had no problem with being the butterfly and making friends; she couldn’t fault her friends and acquaintances for wanting to let go a little and have fun, but her head felt heavy with all the negativity in the world these days. Her sister had been posting on Facebook about the illness going around, about the rumors about the Rapture--and Grace, as far as she wanted not to believe, was unsettled tonight.

She had no idea how long she’d been clutching the same champagne flute, but a glance down at it confirmed that it was, indeed, flat. The waiter was giving her a look that made her flush just a little bit--he was cute, and she was caught being the boring sober one. “I wouldn’t want you to waste even more champagne on me.” Grace shrugged, putting on a smile. “I’m not...much of a drinker, not that this crowd would believe it.”

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Bubbly || Eli & Grace

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Once you turned 21, not drinking at parties stopped being a cute cliché. Nobody used to mind when Grace turned down alcohol--some commented that she was a rule-follower, a goody-two-shoes, she smiled and adjusted her purity ring and they’d croon about what a good, religious girl she was. She managed to make it two more years with only minimal eye-rolling in her direction; Coke in ice tended to throw people off enough.

Now, fully 25 and past her innocent Disney Channel years (and past their contract dictating her behavior), Grace had trouble turning down drinks at parties. Depending on the party and its host, getting drunk was an expectation; at this one, hosted at White Lies with an open bar, it was downright inevitable for most attendees. Two hours into the evening and Grace was bored out of her mind. Watching B-listers and arrogant directors make a mess of themselves and their drinks was less than titillating. She was sitting at the bar, still nursing her first champagne, glancing at her phone and wishing for an excuse to leave early without offending anyone or upsetting her agent. She was supposed to be here to mingle and make connections, after all.

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The apartment door beside her own was as innocuous and unremarkable as her own, a door she’d glanced at a thousand times without thinking about it. Residents of 111 Arden were not the friendliest, in Grace’s experience; they said hello and chatted when necessary in the elevator, but she could probably count on one hand the number of times she’d exchanged a nod with her neighbor.

She knew the woman’s name--Renee--and had a vague impression of her face. Every now and then, Grace thought she might seem familiar, but until now she’d never considered it much. Today, she’d had her television on while making breakfast and some news channel had aired an interview with a woman whose face Grace knew. Renee, head of the Church of Sinners, somehow Grace’s neighbor without her ever realizing it.

She stared at the door, considering, feeling uncharacteristically uncomfortable in the hallway of her own building. Should she knock on it? Would Renee even be home right now? Even if she was, would she be willing to entertain Grace’s questions about her church?

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challenge 003 -- daily living

bedroom: simplistic, modern, tidy--take a glance around and the room is set as if waiting for the real estate agent to show up.

car: Grace does not drive herself around; she uses a nondescript car service, almost always requesting an electric car or one with minimal impact on the environment.

food: Cobb salad is a weakess--it seems healthier than it actually is.

handwriting: years of practice writing her name for autographs has developed an impeccable signature.

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Reconnections // Grace & Noah

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According to the show that had propelled her into stardom, friendships should last forever. Especially if they started in childhood: bonds built in those formative years were unbreakable, supposedly. Or so TV logic would have everyone think. As a daughter of celebrities with her own claim to fame, though, Grace’s experience with friendships counteracted what she imagined normal people experienced. Friends were short-lived, often surface-level, liable to appear in tabloid interviews several months after their last conversation.

Most of the friends she’d known were from the Disney Channel shows or other roles she’d held--few were unknown, as it was generally difficult to befriend non-famous people. Generally, they resented being pushed into the spotlight and examined by the media. Noah had never cared, on of the few friends Grace had made in Beverly Hills who was willing to be seen with her in public and never made a big deal about appearing in the occasional tabloid photo.

But ever since he’d spent some time in Seattle, Noah had been different. For one, he never appeared in the same places he used to, never showed off his wealth in the haunts Grace had come to associate with children of Beverly Hills. They’d interacted a few times, their parents being friendly, and he’d seemed quieter than usual, calmer, still able to keep pace with the old friends but clearly distanced. Grace had begun to envy him his low-energy persona, unsure if he was putting on a front or was actually humbled by his experiences.

Hence the lunch today, in a corner section of the diner, wearing a floral scarf around her head and keeping her hand poised to shield her face from passerby as she perused the menu. Noah wasn’t late--she was simply far too early, and had already sucked down an iced coffee and ordered another before she could even expect to see him around. Grace knew when to play the role for the paparazzi, and she wasn’t in that kind of mood today.

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