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liz lemon (jbelmont) wrote,

At the age of twelve, Jillian Belmont had briefly considered being a professional singer as her ultimate chosen profession. The plan was to front a band as cool as No Doubt and rock cut off shirts to show off a pierced belly button and a sexy set of abs on stage while basically rocking out for legions of adoring fans. She'd even convinced someone to dye her hair pink ala Gwen but unfortunately a similar hair style would be the only thing she and Mrs. Rossdale had in common. Not only could she not carry a tune but her singing voice was enough to make her dogs run out of the room. Being an eternal optimistic and a total "glass half full " kinda gal, Jillian accepted her shortcomings and hung up her pink hair and rock star dreams in favor of a more realistic career. Like becoming a ninja.

A karaoke night would never have been on her list of fun things to do but she hadn't resisted the idea. Nor had she volunteered herself to be a participant, secretly hoping to merely be an observer and to of course make fun of others. However, Mandie had other plans for her -- and again, her agreeable nature prevented her from refusing. That and the fact that she had no shame. Besides admittedly there was very little she wouldn't do if Asher was somehow assigned to the same task. She'd prefaced the performance with an apology in a very charming but very self deprecating manner which she hoped, as previously joked, would help prevent people in the audience from throwing inanimate objects, like chairs, at them. Particularly at her.

But it hadn't been too painful. She'd mostly just kind of talked in a sing song voice -- that is when she was able to get through it without laughing. Which was mostly never. Endless love ? Hilarious. In any case once it was over, she was thankful to be done but didn't leave the stage before taking a bow which was only in response to the applause at the end that had to have been ironic and not because they were truly impressed with the talent. At least not in her case. Asher hadn't been bad. Not as bad as she was. But then there weren't may people who were. William Hung maybe, but at least he had a record deal. Or had. She bangs. Whatever.

And while she had plans to rape her singing partner later on she'd been distracted by free drinks tossed her way, cheering on her more talented friends and shoe swapping. The alcohol in her system probably being the culprit behind the latter more bizarre decision. Though she'd never seen the young female artist who called herself Moon, Jillian had agreed to trade shoes with her. Her pair of recently purchased four hundred dollar Jimmy Choo suede black fringe boots for Moon's personally decorated pair of converse sneakers. Having just laced them up, Jillian stretched out her denim clad legs from her place perched on the edge of a chair around a crowded table to admire the "art work " on her feet. She'd been mentally congratulating herself on the "deal" made when she recognized the voice, as well as her "shout out " and looked back at the stage with a singular brow yanked up. " Ha. That's me. He means me. " Pressing her palm flat against her chest she informed the table and sat up straighter. " I'm the future fiance."

Someone said congratulations but she wasn't looking anymore. Her focus entirely on her future baby daddy, or FBD for short. Her cheeks felt warm and tingly when he approached and took her hand which she'd willingly handed over. " Oh my God, you sounded just like a .. Backstreet Boy. " Jillian announced once it was over. Leaping out of her seat she'd throw her arms around his neck. " Like, back when they were good. You were AJ. AJ was the best. He had a receding hair line but you don't. You look way better. " This was all mostly spoken at his ear as she still clung onto the embrace, one hand cradling the back of his neck.