&. * — a warm welcome to MARLOW TREMBLAY , the TWENTY EIGHT year old CIS FEMALE born in BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA . as a local KATHERINE'S ASSISTANT residing in MANHATTAN , SHE is loved for their LOYAL, DARING, HARDWORKING . but behind their back, they’re described as COMPETITIVE, PROUD, STRONG-WILLED . still not impressed ? what if i told you they looked exactly like SAMARA WEAVING ? that should do it.
HER LIFE SO FAR.
marlow never lacked in wealth, she got anything her heart desired that was affordable in money, even play dates were arranged through financial support. something marlow had no insight of, she was a kid after all. a kid that grew up not feeling much parental love, it was always business.
as soon she was practically able to walk, they forced her behind the piano and scheduled daily lessons for the blonde to practice a skill that could increase their wealth in the future.
though don’t let that mislead you, the tremblay family own a cruise ship and invested in a casino in the heart of british columbia, so they easily make millions a year, they’ve made so much over the years that they could even retire if they wanted, but the tremblays were money making hungry wolves that always wanted more.
so they put their daughter to work from a young age, learn how to play piano every single day until her fingers bled. but it didn’t stop there, singing lessons worked her vocal chords, pushed them to the limit and if she was doing neither, she got home schooled until bed time, only for it all to repeat again the next day.
because of her parents’ wealth and endless connections, she soon landed herself her first role ever in a local broadway show. she was a talented kid, showed promise to the directors and both audience, so it didn’t take long for marlow to get the script of the lead pushed inside her still tiny hands.
if you think that’s impressive - it’s only just the beginning. what others thought was a big achievement for the girl, her parents were never satisfied enough. they hired more vocal coaches that didn’t just teach her to sing, but in different languages too. they put a lot of pressure on top of the blonde’s shoulders, without her realizing much of it. she felt like a star, having the spotlight on her so much.
around the age of twelve her parents thought it was time to branch out, find fame outside of their home city and as she landed herself roles in different musicals, she picked up guitar lessons aside just for the fun of it. school became less important as her popularity grew and marlow cannot remember how exactly she built a gigantic fanbase, it was like waking up to a nuclear explosion one day and instead of running away, she got dragged towards it.
multiple agents were reaching out to her from all over the world, they needed her on tv, record labels needed her like air, even disney breathed in her neck, and because of marlow’s age, it wasn’t her choice to make. she left the broadway world, she loved so much, behind her and got thrown into multiple studios until her parents found the right one that promised more than one brilliant hit, an okay album and for marlow to never be seen again after a flopping music video.
making music was her life, pour her hard-working yet naive heart out day in day out, play instruments with fingertips that were no longer showing a print, because it was all marlow knew how to do perfectly. to make her parents proud of her and make tons of money, though the girl never got to read the actual contracts she signed. it was money that went straight into her parents bank account and she never saw again.
she was a hit all over the world, such a young thing that attracted a lot of people from her own age and then some. it was her life, performing, seeing all those excited faces, fall in love with every single one of her fans and giving them everything every time she was on stage. a stage that grew bigger and wider each year. for a total of eight years, until one day her life changed a complete 180.
it was the final show in france of her europe tour, a few weeks spending time with a summer fling in italy before marlow had to fly back to prepare for a new album in her home country. there was a tight schedule for marlow to follow, or actually her agent who stuck by her side at all times outside of summer breaks. they had a long flight in the private jet from italy to canada, one of marlow final good flights for a long time. back in canada, as usual, they took the helicopter to get from place to place to avoid traffic. that day the weather had been announced as foggy and however it was advised not to fly, the pilot still took the risk and during the flight, the fog became thicker ... resulting in a crash marlow cannot remember.
three days later she woke up in a hospital bed, unable to talk and traumatized for life. her vocal chords had been damaged, some ribs broken and hit with a concussion. her agent was still on life support, whereas the pilot hadn’t survived the crash. she was lucky to be alive, claimed by doctors. but all her parents showed was disappointment, as if she’d been the one behind the steering wheel. she could no longer sing, too damaged by trauma and practically left for dead in bed at home for weeks upon weeks.
she was useless now her one talent was taken away from her and she really believed that for about a year. all that time she’d been locking herself up in the mansion they owned, in order not to face media, or anyone she knew. the only people she faced were the housekeepers she’d known all her life, her parents were never around anyways. and she started picking up books to read from the many they owned. and another, and another. until she couldn’t stop disappearing into books and read about anything. politics, religion, math, everything she’d missed out on during her childhood.
and that’s when she told herself something ... she would become a politician in order to get her life and herself back in order. to have a purpose and somehow make her parents proud again. she’d study her ass off, if she couldn’t use her voice for singing, she’d use it to become an example for the people in a different way. she was smart as hell, that she knew, she knew a lot and would dive deep into politics as a start.
for the first time in a long one she felt alive again, it wasn’t much but it was there. lurking around a corner, taking her more serious as she grew out of her previous life. she grew pride for herself, knew what it meant to love herself more than before and she held tight onto that feeling. she was growing up and dared to show herself among people again, face them as if the crash hadn’t affected her mental state at all. in fact, it had opened her eyes more than ever. she’d seen a side of her parents that made her disgust them, see them for what they really were. and hate them for what they’ve turned her into as well. she was almost as money hungry as they were, owned a pride that could be written off as heartless, if marlow wasn’t so self-aware unlike them. she was their offspring, but she evolved.
she landed herself a job without their support for the first time in her life that fed into her ego more she could possibly express in words. marlow was more than proud to work for katherine michaels, a well known and respected politician. and soon she was set on pleasing the redhead, seek the kind of validation she never received from her parents. she was finally given a purpose again and made sure as hell to not lose that dignity. she’d do anything for katherine, jump into fire if she had to, only to forget about her past.
marlow doesn’t talk about her past, in fact she gets uncomfortable when anyone brings up any of her hits, world tours and anything that was out in the media, she chose to leave that life behind five years ago and can only wish for fans to do the same and move on.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
summer fling(s) she had over the years she went on world tours, they could’ve been nothing more than a fling or actually had feelings, but separated by fate marlow’s parents because there was no room in her life for such nonsense.
her #1 fan that might’ve even been borderline obsessive and stalked her across europe and america.
best friend she shares her house with, said friend doesn’t even have to pay rent and mostly has the house to themselves because marlow’s often out to help her boss out.
anything you think of i’m open to a whole lot and so is marlow !
