Post by matt on Jun 14, 2022 12:22:58 GMT -6
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Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Change is inevitable. Evolution is a natural part of life. Everyone undergoes change at some part in their life. There are few things that can truly considered to be consistent and unchanging. When it comes to the life of Glory Braddock, that one thing that has always remained consistent is karaoke night. When she was a young teenage tomboy, she enjoyed karaoke night. When she grew up and embraced the life of luxury and acted the part of a prim, proper, and spoiled princess she still enjoyed going out for karaoke. Now that she has returned to her roots and has once again embraced her original tomboyish attitude and personality, Braddock is still enjoying a night of karaoke.
It is a party atmosphere late at night in Grails Miami, a local bar and grill in Miami, Florida. There are many places one can find to hang out and enjoy a good night of drinking and the occasional karaoke, but this is one specific place that Glory Braddock has grown to enjoy as her favorite hangout. The bar is dimly lit, contrasted by the neon lights inside decorating this restaurant. At a round table near the back of the restaurant one finds Glory Braddock and Fiona Osbourne. Fiona is dressed in torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a plain black t-shirt. Braddock is wearing royal purple jogging shorts, white tennis shoes, and a royal purple t-shirt that matches her shorts. Her long blonde hair cascades down, flowing freely to past her shoulders. She is sporting zero nail polish and absolutely no makeup. The British Bombshell is sporting a big smile upon her lovely naturally beautiful face.
A brown hat is on the table in front of Glory Braddock. Also in front of Glory is a mixed drink, specifically a Black Russian. Fiona is enjoying a simple red wine. There is one thing missing about this scene; namely, Amelia Stone. Both Fiona and Amelia have been taken under the wing of Glory Braddock, being mentored by the former multi-time World Champion. So where is Amelia tonight? Did Braddock and Fiona ditch Amelia? No, they did not ditch Amelia. Quite the opposite. In fact, up at the front of the restaurant where the DJ has his equipment set up stands Amelia Stone, who is in the process of entertaining the fans with a song…
“I’ve seen your face…uh…a lot of tiiiiimmeeess!”
“Every time….no, DAY….we’ve been apaaaaaaarrrrrrt!”
Braddock and Fiona laugh hysterically as Amelia stumbles over the words of this Ozzy Osbourne classic. Glory and Fiona toast themselves, clinking their glasses of Black Russian and red wine respectively before taking a sip.
“And I don’t care about this soooonnnnng NOOOO!”
“Cause mother, mother I’m coming hoooooommmmme!”
Fiona laughs so much that she snorts her drink out of her nose. Glory even snorts a little. Both women realize that this latest misstep was intentional on Amelia’s part, not accidental.
“I’m NOT coming hooooooome!”
“I’m NOT coming hoooooooooommmmmme!”
Amelia hands the microphone back to the DJ. She takes a bow and receives a polite applause from everyone in attendance. Fiona and Glory give the loudest and most enthusiastic applause. Fiona even whistles loudly. Amelia begins to make her way back to the table. Amelia is red in the face partially from the embarrassment of singing before everyone. She pulls out her chair and quickly sits down, folding her arms over her chest.
“Happy now?” Amelia asks. Braddock and Fiona both nod their heads in unison.
“Brilliant, mate! Absolutely brilliant!” Glory answers. “That was great!”
“No it wasn’t.” Amelia shakes her head. “Why’d I have to sing that song anyway?”
“Because the magical hat said so.”
“Magical hat? Glory, that is just some hat you bought at a Yard Sale.” Amelia points out.
“Do NOT blaspheme the magical hat. The magical hat knows what song is best suited for you. In fact…” Glory picks up the hat and holds it out to Fiona “...you’ll be called on to sing soon, may as well choose your song.”
“Do I have to?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“We all agree do to. And plus Amelia already went through it, so its only fair that you do too.”
“Yeah!” Amelia exclaims. Fiona sighs and reaches into the hat. She pulls out a slip of paper and reads it. She sighs and drops the paper on the table.
“What’d you get?!” Amelia asks. She quickly grabs the paper and reads it. Amelia laughs. “Baby Got Back!”
“That’s perfect for you, Fiona!” Glory states, grinning from ear to ear.
“Are you suggesting that I have a big ass?”
“No…yes…well maybe…” Glory sets the hat back on the table. Fiona immediately shakes her head.
“No, wait!” She points at Glory. “What about your song?”
“Fair enough.” Braddock reaches into the hat and pulls out a slip of paper. She reads it and rolls her eyes. “Bloody hell…”
“What is it?” Fiona asks. “What does the so-called magical hat have you singing?”
“In My Daughter’s Eyes by Martina McBride.”
“That’s a great song for your vocals.”
“Yeah but it’s country, I prefer rock.”
“I got Mama I’m Coming Home, now Glory has In My Daughter’s Eyes. There’s a theme here.” Amelia shoots Glory a curious gaze. “Did you plan this?”
“If I were to intentionally plan a theme, wouldn’t I have rigged it so that Fiona would have gotten a song other than Baby Got Back?”
“Good point…” Amelia sighs and stands back up “...still, I’m going to the bathroom before the magical hat pisses me off.” Amelia walks away from the table. Once Amelia is out of sight, Glory Braddock takes the Black Russian and downs the rest of it in one quick swig. She places the glass back on the table and sighs. Fiona arches her brow out of curiosity.
“You ok, Glory?”
“Yeah, mate. Just thinking about taking a peek into that magical hat and seeing exactly what other parenting songs are still in that bloody thing.”
“Hey! That’d be against the rules!”
“Yeah? Well I made the rules.”
“And who did you get to pick out these random ass songs?”
“Kurt, Melinda, Julia, and Dawn each got to pick three songs to put in the hat without telling any of us what songs they chose.” Braddock frowns. “I hope to hell they didn’t get together and plan this stupid theme.” The server stops by their table shortly after Glory’s rant comes to an end. She looks at Glory’s empty glass.
“Would you like another Black Russian?”
“Nah…get me a Bloody Mary.”
“Right away.” She points to Fiona. “And you? Do you want more wine?”
“Sure.” Fiona shrugs. The server walks away. Fiona looks back at Glory. “So you don’t like the apparent karaoke theme of the evening, either do you?”
“It isn’t my favorite topic.” Glory chuckles softly. “And it isn’t just because my mom and dad got divorced. Even when they were together they constantly were fighting. My mom hated the fact that my dad was a wrestler, she hated the fact that he constantly risked his physical well being in match after match, week in and week out.”
“You can’t blame her, though. It has to be tough to watch a loved one get hurt all the time. I mean, you probably hated it when Kurt wrestled, didn’t you?”
“I still do.” Glory nods her head. The server returns with the drinks. She places them on the table. Glory takes her Bloody Mary and takes a sip. “Kurt recently returned to the ring for a one night only affair. And of course the buffoon hurt his leg in the process. So yeah, I see why mom hated it when dad would wrestle. And the bickering got worse after his career ended. He wanted to remain in the wrestling business as a trainer and manager, my mom wanted him to quit the business altogether. She gave him an ultimatum, wrestling or her.”
“And he chose wrestling?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“Yeah, and mom walked out on him. They filed for divorce and unsurprisingly dad won full custody of me and my sister. When you are as popular and well connected as my dad is, you generally get what you want. And my mom was so incensed that she just moved to across the pond to the United States.” She takes another sip of her Bloody Mary. “I was in my late teens when mom left. I was very bitter and I blamed her for refusing to come and see me. I hated her for that…I blamed her for leaving dad. It wasn’t until I was older before I saw her side of the story and realized how dad used his political connections to get full custody of me and my sister. Then I grew to hold a grudge against him too.” Again Braddock chuckles softly. She shakes her head. “I probably sound like a whiny little brat.”
“No, you sound like a perfectly normal person.”
“Thanks for lying, mate.” Glory says with a smirk. “But you know what that bitterness did to me. But enough about me and my madness…” she motions to Fiona “...tell me about your parents. I know so very little about them.”
“Do you really want to know about my parents?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“Of course! I mean, I just poured out my heart and soul about my own dysfunctional past. I expect the same in return.”
“If you say so…” Fiona takes a sip of her wine and sighs; she sounds unsteady, clearly not feeling good about this subject “...you already met Todd. He’s a real piece of work. He and my foster mom both saw me as a prize, a beautiful trophy they could pawn off on modeling jobs to make money.”
“It’s short of sex slavey…using your looks to make themselves money…” Glory glares angrily “...that should be illegal.”
“It probably is, but when you are as well connected as my foster father was, you could get away with just about anything short of murder. He was drunk and abusive which made things worse. Eventually I just threw myself into modeling, realizing that the more involved I got, the busier I got, would mean the less time I would spend around Todd.”
“Yeah, Todd is a real jerk.” Braddock says, sipping on her Bloody Mary again. “But I already met that wanker.”
“You did a real number on him too. PAINT by numbers!” Fiona says laughing. Glory smirks.
“Nice pun, mate, but work on your comedy routine. Anyway, I don’t want to hear any more about your foster parents. I want to hear about your real parents.” Glory states. There is a long pause as Glory looks at Fiona, waiting on an answer. The wait grows more awkward as it is clear that Fiona is equally as uncomfortable with this topic as she was with the other. Eventually Fiona shrugs her shoulders.
“There really isn’t much to say about them.” Fiona says quietly as she sips on her wine.
“Are you sure?” Braddock asks, looking more than just a little confused. “Surely you know at least SOMETHING about them? You weren’t given up for adoption at birth, were you?”
“No, no, it’s not like that…well kind of….” Fiona shakes her head. “Look, I there really isn’t much for me to say because I know very little about them. When I said I was abandoned by my parents I meant it. I was abandoned. And as a result I don’t know much about them. In fact, I only know their names. My dad’s name was David. My mom’s name was Patty.”
Glory watches as Fiona takes another sip of her wine, although this time it is more than just a sip. Braddock can tell that Fiona is slightly upset about this subject. Her mind tells her to back off but lately she has been following her heart more than her mind. So The British Bombshell once again lets her heart take the lead and presses her young student on the issue.
“Uh, Fiona?”
“Yeah?”
“I do have some connections myself. I know several private investigators who are really good. If you wanted I could pay them to find out about your biological parents.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” Fiona says, shaking her head.
“Are you sure? Sometimes it helps to learn from the past. If you don’t learn from the past you are doomed to repeat it, you know?”
“True. But they also say that ignorance is bliss.” Fiona grins. “And I enjoy living in bliss.”
Braddock is about to counter when she is interrupted by the voice of the DJ… “And coming up next to sing is the musical stylings of Fiona Osbourne!” The people in the attendance clap politely. Fiona sighs with some relief as she now has an excuse to get out of this conversation.
“Well I’m up.” She winks at Glory. “Wish me luck!”
“Yeah, good luck…” Glory’s voice trails off as she watches Fiona rise up out of her chair and walk towards the front of the restaurant, towards the DJ. The British Bombshell doesn’t even notice when Amelia returns to the table. She taps Glory on her shoulder. Glory is startled as she turns around. “...oh, it’s you.”
“Gee, you sound happy to see me.”
“Sorry, it’s just…” Glory looks up at Fiona who is handed the microphone “...it’s Fiona.”
“Is everything ok?”
“I hope so.”
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Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Twenty four hours has passed since the girls night out at a karaoke bar in Miami. The British Bombshell and her two students, Amelia and Fiona, have already returned to Glory’s luxurious home in Miami. The girls are already in bed and as for Braddock herself, she is getting ready to turn in for the night as well. The British Bombshell is distracted by the events of yesterday evening at the karaoke bar. Glory is lying in bed in her pink pajamas staring blankly up at the wall. The blonde doesn’t even notice when she hears the prodding and stumbling of her husband entering the bedroom.
“Don’t worry about me, babe…I got it…” the voice of her husband startles Glory back to attention. She quickly sits up and sees her husband slowly making his way to the bed. He is in white boxer shorts and his foot in a big medical boot. She contorts her face uncomfortably, as if she herself feels the pain her husband must be feeling at this moment.
“Like hell you do!” Glory hops up out of bed and goes over to his aid. She takes him by the arm and helps him across the floor. Once they get to the bed, Glory helps Kurt down onto the bed. Then she slowly starts to take the medical boot off of him. “Did you hurt your ankle or your leg?”
“Well my leg was targeted but somehow the ankle got the worst of it.” Kurt was recently competing in a one night only return to the ring for a submission match. Kurt lost via figure four. But in the build up to the final move his opponent had targeted the ankle and leg heavily. “Nothing is broke, just sprained. To be honest, I could probably get along fine without it. The doctor is just being cautious.”
“Then you had better wear it, mate…or else.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kurt says playfully.
“I mean it. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself.”
“Fair enough. Though I’m gonna hate missing out on helping you train Fiona and Amelia. Speaking of which, how was your karaoke night with the girls?”
“It was good. Amelia decided to mess with everyone by intentionally singing bad. And Fiona was…” she sighs and considers telling Kurt about their conversation earlier. She decides against it and shakes her head. “...she was good.”
“You sounded like you wanted to tell me something else, Glory?”
“Did I?” Glory smiles jokingly. Kurt nods his head.
“You did.”
“Well…she really was a good singer.”
“Was there anything else about Fiona that we should talk about? I mean, I can’t help but notice that you look a little upset about something.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Glory sighs and nods her head. “Look, we caught on rather quickly to the little theme you lot all came up with for our song list.” Kurt snickers.
“You never said we couldn’t have a theme. You just asked me, our daughters, and your sister to come up with some song choices.”
“It was supposed to be a random choice!”
“You never said random.” Kurt sighs. “Although Dawn insisted on baby got back for some reason.”
“Baby Got Back was Dawn’s choice?” Glory furrows her brow confusingly. “I should talk to her.”
“Don’t change the subject. What is this about Fiona?”
“Right.” Braddock sighs. “Well anyway, that little theme of yours got us to talking. I ended up telling Fiona all about my own problems with my mom and dad.”
“There’s nothing terribly wrong about that.”
“Yeah? Well what about the fact that Fiona knows NOTHING about her real mom and dad?”
“Seriously?” Kurt asks. “I thought Todd was…”
“No,” Glory says, shaking her head “Todd is her foster parent, remember? She knows nothing of her biological mom and dad. It sounds like they abandoned her at birth. And that’s just sad.”
“It really is.” Kurt says quietly.
“Well I’m going to do something about it.”
“What do you mean?” Kurt asks in a nervous tone.
“Just lie down and I’ll tell you all about it.” Glory says. Kurt does as he is told as he lies down in the bed. Glory walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down next to him. “You know I still have a lot of connections. I know some good private investigators. I’m going to hire one of them to do some research into Fiona’s past. I will find out who they are…or were…and…” Glory’s voice trails off. Kurt looks over at Glory skeptically.
“And what?”
“I don’t know.”
“So you don’t even know what you’re going to do with this information if you manage to get it? Are you going to tell Fiona?”
“I don’t know.” Glory says, repeating herself. “She claims she doesn’t want to know about them.”
“Then maybe you should keep out of it?” Kurt remarks. “Maybe ignorance is bliss?”
“That’s what Fiona said.” Glory sighs. “But you need to face the past head on. That’s how I was taught.”
“But what if her past is something she really shouldn’t know?”
“I know I’m doing the right thing, Kurt.” Glory insists. Kurt shakes his head.
“Whatever. Just be careful, ok?”
“Am I not always careful, love?” Glory says grinning playfully.
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Change is inevitable. Evolution is a natural part of life. Everyone undergoes change at some part in their life. There are few things that can truly considered to be consistent and unchanging. When it comes to the life of Glory Braddock, that one thing that has always remained consistent is karaoke night. When she was a young teenage tomboy, she enjoyed karaoke night. When she grew up and embraced the life of luxury and acted the part of a prim, proper, and spoiled princess she still enjoyed going out for karaoke. Now that she has returned to her roots and has once again embraced her original tomboyish attitude and personality, Braddock is still enjoying a night of karaoke.
It is a party atmosphere late at night in Grails Miami, a local bar and grill in Miami, Florida. There are many places one can find to hang out and enjoy a good night of drinking and the occasional karaoke, but this is one specific place that Glory Braddock has grown to enjoy as her favorite hangout. The bar is dimly lit, contrasted by the neon lights inside decorating this restaurant. At a round table near the back of the restaurant one finds Glory Braddock and Fiona Osbourne. Fiona is dressed in torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a plain black t-shirt. Braddock is wearing royal purple jogging shorts, white tennis shoes, and a royal purple t-shirt that matches her shorts. Her long blonde hair cascades down, flowing freely to past her shoulders. She is sporting zero nail polish and absolutely no makeup. The British Bombshell is sporting a big smile upon her lovely naturally beautiful face.
A brown hat is on the table in front of Glory Braddock. Also in front of Glory is a mixed drink, specifically a Black Russian. Fiona is enjoying a simple red wine. There is one thing missing about this scene; namely, Amelia Stone. Both Fiona and Amelia have been taken under the wing of Glory Braddock, being mentored by the former multi-time World Champion. So where is Amelia tonight? Did Braddock and Fiona ditch Amelia? No, they did not ditch Amelia. Quite the opposite. In fact, up at the front of the restaurant where the DJ has his equipment set up stands Amelia Stone, who is in the process of entertaining the fans with a song…
“I’ve seen your face…uh…a lot of tiiiiimmeeess!”
“Every time….no, DAY….we’ve been apaaaaaaarrrrrrt!”
Braddock and Fiona laugh hysterically as Amelia stumbles over the words of this Ozzy Osbourne classic. Glory and Fiona toast themselves, clinking their glasses of Black Russian and red wine respectively before taking a sip.
“And I don’t care about this soooonnnnng NOOOO!”
“Cause mother, mother I’m coming hoooooommmmme!”
Fiona laughs so much that she snorts her drink out of her nose. Glory even snorts a little. Both women realize that this latest misstep was intentional on Amelia’s part, not accidental.
“I’m NOT coming hooooooome!”
“I’m NOT coming hoooooooooommmmmme!”
Amelia hands the microphone back to the DJ. She takes a bow and receives a polite applause from everyone in attendance. Fiona and Glory give the loudest and most enthusiastic applause. Fiona even whistles loudly. Amelia begins to make her way back to the table. Amelia is red in the face partially from the embarrassment of singing before everyone. She pulls out her chair and quickly sits down, folding her arms over her chest.
“Happy now?” Amelia asks. Braddock and Fiona both nod their heads in unison.
“Brilliant, mate! Absolutely brilliant!” Glory answers. “That was great!”
“No it wasn’t.” Amelia shakes her head. “Why’d I have to sing that song anyway?”
“Because the magical hat said so.”
“Magical hat? Glory, that is just some hat you bought at a Yard Sale.” Amelia points out.
“Do NOT blaspheme the magical hat. The magical hat knows what song is best suited for you. In fact…” Glory picks up the hat and holds it out to Fiona “...you’ll be called on to sing soon, may as well choose your song.”
“Do I have to?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“We all agree do to. And plus Amelia already went through it, so its only fair that you do too.”
“Yeah!” Amelia exclaims. Fiona sighs and reaches into the hat. She pulls out a slip of paper and reads it. She sighs and drops the paper on the table.
“What’d you get?!” Amelia asks. She quickly grabs the paper and reads it. Amelia laughs. “Baby Got Back!”
“That’s perfect for you, Fiona!” Glory states, grinning from ear to ear.
“Are you suggesting that I have a big ass?”
“No…yes…well maybe…” Glory sets the hat back on the table. Fiona immediately shakes her head.
“No, wait!” She points at Glory. “What about your song?”
“Fair enough.” Braddock reaches into the hat and pulls out a slip of paper. She reads it and rolls her eyes. “Bloody hell…”
“What is it?” Fiona asks. “What does the so-called magical hat have you singing?”
“In My Daughter’s Eyes by Martina McBride.”
“That’s a great song for your vocals.”
“Yeah but it’s country, I prefer rock.”
“I got Mama I’m Coming Home, now Glory has In My Daughter’s Eyes. There’s a theme here.” Amelia shoots Glory a curious gaze. “Did you plan this?”
“If I were to intentionally plan a theme, wouldn’t I have rigged it so that Fiona would have gotten a song other than Baby Got Back?”
“Good point…” Amelia sighs and stands back up “...still, I’m going to the bathroom before the magical hat pisses me off.” Amelia walks away from the table. Once Amelia is out of sight, Glory Braddock takes the Black Russian and downs the rest of it in one quick swig. She places the glass back on the table and sighs. Fiona arches her brow out of curiosity.
“You ok, Glory?”
“Yeah, mate. Just thinking about taking a peek into that magical hat and seeing exactly what other parenting songs are still in that bloody thing.”
“Hey! That’d be against the rules!”
“Yeah? Well I made the rules.”
“And who did you get to pick out these random ass songs?”
“Kurt, Melinda, Julia, and Dawn each got to pick three songs to put in the hat without telling any of us what songs they chose.” Braddock frowns. “I hope to hell they didn’t get together and plan this stupid theme.” The server stops by their table shortly after Glory’s rant comes to an end. She looks at Glory’s empty glass.
“Would you like another Black Russian?”
“Nah…get me a Bloody Mary.”
“Right away.” She points to Fiona. “And you? Do you want more wine?”
“Sure.” Fiona shrugs. The server walks away. Fiona looks back at Glory. “So you don’t like the apparent karaoke theme of the evening, either do you?”
“It isn’t my favorite topic.” Glory chuckles softly. “And it isn’t just because my mom and dad got divorced. Even when they were together they constantly were fighting. My mom hated the fact that my dad was a wrestler, she hated the fact that he constantly risked his physical well being in match after match, week in and week out.”
“You can’t blame her, though. It has to be tough to watch a loved one get hurt all the time. I mean, you probably hated it when Kurt wrestled, didn’t you?”
“I still do.” Glory nods her head. The server returns with the drinks. She places them on the table. Glory takes her Bloody Mary and takes a sip. “Kurt recently returned to the ring for a one night only affair. And of course the buffoon hurt his leg in the process. So yeah, I see why mom hated it when dad would wrestle. And the bickering got worse after his career ended. He wanted to remain in the wrestling business as a trainer and manager, my mom wanted him to quit the business altogether. She gave him an ultimatum, wrestling or her.”
“And he chose wrestling?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“Yeah, and mom walked out on him. They filed for divorce and unsurprisingly dad won full custody of me and my sister. When you are as popular and well connected as my dad is, you generally get what you want. And my mom was so incensed that she just moved to across the pond to the United States.” She takes another sip of her Bloody Mary. “I was in my late teens when mom left. I was very bitter and I blamed her for refusing to come and see me. I hated her for that…I blamed her for leaving dad. It wasn’t until I was older before I saw her side of the story and realized how dad used his political connections to get full custody of me and my sister. Then I grew to hold a grudge against him too.” Again Braddock chuckles softly. She shakes her head. “I probably sound like a whiny little brat.”
“No, you sound like a perfectly normal person.”
“Thanks for lying, mate.” Glory says with a smirk. “But you know what that bitterness did to me. But enough about me and my madness…” she motions to Fiona “...tell me about your parents. I know so very little about them.”
“Do you really want to know about my parents?” Fiona asks. Glory nods her head.
“Of course! I mean, I just poured out my heart and soul about my own dysfunctional past. I expect the same in return.”
“If you say so…” Fiona takes a sip of her wine and sighs; she sounds unsteady, clearly not feeling good about this subject “...you already met Todd. He’s a real piece of work. He and my foster mom both saw me as a prize, a beautiful trophy they could pawn off on modeling jobs to make money.”
“It’s short of sex slavey…using your looks to make themselves money…” Glory glares angrily “...that should be illegal.”
“It probably is, but when you are as well connected as my foster father was, you could get away with just about anything short of murder. He was drunk and abusive which made things worse. Eventually I just threw myself into modeling, realizing that the more involved I got, the busier I got, would mean the less time I would spend around Todd.”
“Yeah, Todd is a real jerk.” Braddock says, sipping on her Bloody Mary again. “But I already met that wanker.”
“You did a real number on him too. PAINT by numbers!” Fiona says laughing. Glory smirks.
“Nice pun, mate, but work on your comedy routine. Anyway, I don’t want to hear any more about your foster parents. I want to hear about your real parents.” Glory states. There is a long pause as Glory looks at Fiona, waiting on an answer. The wait grows more awkward as it is clear that Fiona is equally as uncomfortable with this topic as she was with the other. Eventually Fiona shrugs her shoulders.
“There really isn’t much to say about them.” Fiona says quietly as she sips on her wine.
“Are you sure?” Braddock asks, looking more than just a little confused. “Surely you know at least SOMETHING about them? You weren’t given up for adoption at birth, were you?”
“No, no, it’s not like that…well kind of….” Fiona shakes her head. “Look, I there really isn’t much for me to say because I know very little about them. When I said I was abandoned by my parents I meant it. I was abandoned. And as a result I don’t know much about them. In fact, I only know their names. My dad’s name was David. My mom’s name was Patty.”
Glory watches as Fiona takes another sip of her wine, although this time it is more than just a sip. Braddock can tell that Fiona is slightly upset about this subject. Her mind tells her to back off but lately she has been following her heart more than her mind. So The British Bombshell once again lets her heart take the lead and presses her young student on the issue.
“Uh, Fiona?”
“Yeah?”
“I do have some connections myself. I know several private investigators who are really good. If you wanted I could pay them to find out about your biological parents.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” Fiona says, shaking her head.
“Are you sure? Sometimes it helps to learn from the past. If you don’t learn from the past you are doomed to repeat it, you know?”
“True. But they also say that ignorance is bliss.” Fiona grins. “And I enjoy living in bliss.”
Braddock is about to counter when she is interrupted by the voice of the DJ… “And coming up next to sing is the musical stylings of Fiona Osbourne!” The people in the attendance clap politely. Fiona sighs with some relief as she now has an excuse to get out of this conversation.
“Well I’m up.” She winks at Glory. “Wish me luck!”
“Yeah, good luck…” Glory’s voice trails off as she watches Fiona rise up out of her chair and walk towards the front of the restaurant, towards the DJ. The British Bombshell doesn’t even notice when Amelia returns to the table. She taps Glory on her shoulder. Glory is startled as she turns around. “...oh, it’s you.”
“Gee, you sound happy to see me.”
“Sorry, it’s just…” Glory looks up at Fiona who is handed the microphone “...it’s Fiona.”
“Is everything ok?”
“I hope so.”
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Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Twenty four hours has passed since the girls night out at a karaoke bar in Miami. The British Bombshell and her two students, Amelia and Fiona, have already returned to Glory’s luxurious home in Miami. The girls are already in bed and as for Braddock herself, she is getting ready to turn in for the night as well. The British Bombshell is distracted by the events of yesterday evening at the karaoke bar. Glory is lying in bed in her pink pajamas staring blankly up at the wall. The blonde doesn’t even notice when she hears the prodding and stumbling of her husband entering the bedroom.
“Don’t worry about me, babe…I got it…” the voice of her husband startles Glory back to attention. She quickly sits up and sees her husband slowly making his way to the bed. He is in white boxer shorts and his foot in a big medical boot. She contorts her face uncomfortably, as if she herself feels the pain her husband must be feeling at this moment.
“Like hell you do!” Glory hops up out of bed and goes over to his aid. She takes him by the arm and helps him across the floor. Once they get to the bed, Glory helps Kurt down onto the bed. Then she slowly starts to take the medical boot off of him. “Did you hurt your ankle or your leg?”
“Well my leg was targeted but somehow the ankle got the worst of it.” Kurt was recently competing in a one night only return to the ring for a submission match. Kurt lost via figure four. But in the build up to the final move his opponent had targeted the ankle and leg heavily. “Nothing is broke, just sprained. To be honest, I could probably get along fine without it. The doctor is just being cautious.”
“Then you had better wear it, mate…or else.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kurt says playfully.
“I mean it. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself.”
“Fair enough. Though I’m gonna hate missing out on helping you train Fiona and Amelia. Speaking of which, how was your karaoke night with the girls?”
“It was good. Amelia decided to mess with everyone by intentionally singing bad. And Fiona was…” she sighs and considers telling Kurt about their conversation earlier. She decides against it and shakes her head. “...she was good.”
“You sounded like you wanted to tell me something else, Glory?”
“Did I?” Glory smiles jokingly. Kurt nods his head.
“You did.”
“Well…she really was a good singer.”
“Was there anything else about Fiona that we should talk about? I mean, I can’t help but notice that you look a little upset about something.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Glory sighs and nods her head. “Look, we caught on rather quickly to the little theme you lot all came up with for our song list.” Kurt snickers.
“You never said we couldn’t have a theme. You just asked me, our daughters, and your sister to come up with some song choices.”
“It was supposed to be a random choice!”
“You never said random.” Kurt sighs. “Although Dawn insisted on baby got back for some reason.”
“Baby Got Back was Dawn’s choice?” Glory furrows her brow confusingly. “I should talk to her.”
“Don’t change the subject. What is this about Fiona?”
“Right.” Braddock sighs. “Well anyway, that little theme of yours got us to talking. I ended up telling Fiona all about my own problems with my mom and dad.”
“There’s nothing terribly wrong about that.”
“Yeah? Well what about the fact that Fiona knows NOTHING about her real mom and dad?”
“Seriously?” Kurt asks. “I thought Todd was…”
“No,” Glory says, shaking her head “Todd is her foster parent, remember? She knows nothing of her biological mom and dad. It sounds like they abandoned her at birth. And that’s just sad.”
“It really is.” Kurt says quietly.
“Well I’m going to do something about it.”
“What do you mean?” Kurt asks in a nervous tone.
“Just lie down and I’ll tell you all about it.” Glory says. Kurt does as he is told as he lies down in the bed. Glory walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down next to him. “You know I still have a lot of connections. I know some good private investigators. I’m going to hire one of them to do some research into Fiona’s past. I will find out who they are…or were…and…” Glory’s voice trails off. Kurt looks over at Glory skeptically.
“And what?”
“I don’t know.”
“So you don’t even know what you’re going to do with this information if you manage to get it? Are you going to tell Fiona?”
“I don’t know.” Glory says, repeating herself. “She claims she doesn’t want to know about them.”
“Then maybe you should keep out of it?” Kurt remarks. “Maybe ignorance is bliss?”
“That’s what Fiona said.” Glory sighs. “But you need to face the past head on. That’s how I was taught.”
“But what if her past is something she really shouldn’t know?”
“I know I’m doing the right thing, Kurt.” Glory insists. Kurt shakes his head.
“Whatever. Just be careful, ok?”
“Am I not always careful, love?” Glory says grinning playfully.