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lifeofclonewars · 3 years

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Intro to the Extended Fett Clan (WKatMAM)

I’m doing this so I don’t have to take an unnecessarily long amount of time during Part 4 to explain the whole family to everyone. I get my second Covid shot tomorrow, so hopefully Chapter One will be up soon. Enjoy!

Clan Leaders

Nielsen Fett: Better known as 99 in canon, Nielsen goes by NiNi or ba’buir with his grandkids. He’s a farmer, and hosts the Annual Fett Family Reunion every year. Married to Kamino. Father to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom (no, I'm not revealing her name yet), Alfred (Alph), Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Grandpa to all the kids who will be listed.

Kamino Fett: I say screw the Kaminoans by naming the matriarch of this au after their home planet and making her love her family no matter what happens. She was a baker, passed away from old age two years before this au takes place. Used to have those grandma glasses-on-a-chain. Was blonde. Mother to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom, Alph, Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Her grandkids call her KamKam or ba’buir.

Subclan One (aka some of the Commanders)

Lynx Fett: The oldest of the next generation of Fetts. He's a vet. Has a full goatee. Married to Nala Se. Father to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandpa to Colette. More lax on his kids than his wife. Good dad, poor choice in women.

Nala Se: Geneticist (obviously lol). Very strict because "Lynx is too lax on their kids" (he's not). Mother to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandma to Colette. Few people in the family actually like her.

Bly Secura-Fett: 27, Kindergarten teacher. Married to Aayla, father to Colette. Oldest of the next generation of Fetts/the cousins. You might recognize his username from the previous parts, Old Man Dad Bly. Ponds was the one to set it to that. Bly doesn't care enough about it negatively to switch it.

Aayla Secura-Fett: 26, Ryl Translator. Married to Bly, mother of Colette. Known for wearing her hair in braids. She's not in the cousin chat but Bly's constantly showing her screenshots of it and she enjoys it.

Colette Secura-Fett: Almost 1, a Blyla baby! So far clings to Bly more than Aayla, but that may change. Gets lots of love and snuggles from the extended fam.

Gree Fett: 25, biologist. Second oldest of the subclan and of the cousins. Still has that haircut but mainly out of spite of his brothers instead of in honor of them this time. Chat Name: Green Man.

Pontius “Ponds” Fett: 23. He’s working to be an architect, but is currently stuck with a job he’s over-qualified for in the meantime. Known in the chat as Lakes because he thinks he’s funny sometimes. Most likely to start something in subclan one, least likely to be blamed for it... most of the time.

Keeli Fett: 21, cosmetologist. He took a different route than his brothers and went to trade school instead of a 4-year university and consequently got a job before Ponds did. Best hair in the family. Debating whether or not Gree’s haircut is a good enough reason to disown him lol. Chat Name: Keeling Over.

Colt Fett: 17, just finished his junior year of high school. Working a minimum wage summer job to help save for college. Met his best friends Havoc and Blitz in kindergarten; they all work at the same place now. Chat Name: Neigh.

Zariza Fett: 15, just finished her freshman year of high school. Only daughter in the subclan, which is both a blessing and a curse with Nala for a mom. Wants to be a photographer, has taken pictures throughout the reunions the past few years for NiNi. Has lots of blackmail on everyone as a result. Chat Name: Zzzzzz.

Subclan Two (aka the Coruscant Guard)

Courey Fett: Second oldest of his generation of Fetts. He’s a bartender (and owner), and the loudest and most rambunctious of his siblings. Full beard. Married to Slyvia Fett. Father to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. His name is vaguely based on me misspelling Coruscant many many times in the past.

Slyvia Fett: You thought Nala Se was an interesting choice in mom? This lady is a super successful but shady businesswoman. Nobody knows the specifics and they’re not sure they want to know. Also kinda strict, but she’s also not home often enough for it to make too much impact. Married to Courey, mother to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. She has dirty blonde hair, which two of her kids inherited when it combined with the rare blond Fett gene. Vaguely based on Sly Moore.

Fox Fett: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. Perpetually tired because of homework, actual work, and the projects he choses to do. Two days older than Wolffe and reminds him often. Actually best friends with Wolffe. They go to the same university. Like Wolffe, loves his siblings but is loath to admit it. Causes more trouble than people think. Chat Name: Think Outside the Fox.

Thorn Fett: 16, just finished his sophomore year of high school. Older of the two dirty-blonds in the sub-clan. Second oldest blond of the cousins after Rex. Suspicious in how he’s so optimistic when he grew up with Fox for a brother haha. Occasionally likes to stir up trouble in the chat, especially since he’s the one who made it. Chat Name: Thorn in Your Side.

Jek Fett: 11, just finished fifth grade. His best friend is Thire. Too young for the chat, not too young to cause trouble. Like all little brothers, switches between ignoring Fox and Thorn and always trying to get their attention. Like all middle children, turns it around and also picks on Rys and Corsica for the same things Fox and Thorn use on him.

Rys Fett: 8, just finished second grade. Current goal in life is to catch Fox sneak-attacking him just once. Tags along with Jek most of the time, sometimes to bug him, sometimes because he thinks he’s cool. Also too young for the chat.

Corsica Fett: 7, just finished first grade. Only daughter of subclan two. The second of the dirty blonde haired kids in this subclan. Hangs out with Unique a lot at family reunions. Has the art of bugging her brothers at the most inconvenient times down. Already learning to blackmail people. Name lightly based on the correct spelling of Coruscant. Also too young for chat.

The Koons (aka our MCs! The Wolfpack)

Plo Koon: My favorite space dad haha. I think you get the gist by now. Get ready for some more puns! Definitely the type of dad to wear a fanny pack. His sunglasses are probably just transition glasses that switch too easily and he just never told anyone lol. Actually, I never mentioned it, but he’s also a social worker.

A[redacted] Koon: Our boys’ mom. Married to Plo, though she died giving birth to Comet. Twin to Alfred. Her name is a surprise for later, so here’s her first initial, at least. Used to wear glasses or contacts, depending on the day.

Wolffe Koon: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. The star of the show lol aka our pov character. Loves his brothers but rarely admits it out loud. Best friend is Fox and is going to use that to his advantage for blackmail this reunion. Cousin Chat Name: Werewolf? There Wolffe! Subclan Chat Name: Howl are you? Wolfpack Chat Name: Grr.

Boost Koon: 15, just finished his freshman year of high school. The only person in the family who likes Gree’s haircut. His maroon hair is starting to grow out now. It may or may not be his turn to get lost this time... Chat Name: T-Mobile. Subclan Chat Name: Ghosty Boi. Wolfpack Chat Name: Booster Seat.

Sinker Koon: 13, just finished seventh grade and it shows. His silver hair is also starting to grow out. Gonna cause some chaos, since he’s close in age to many of the Fett cousins. Chat Name: Banana Sink. Subclan Chat Name: Hook, Line, and— Wolfpack Chat Name: Stinker. (No, it hasn’t been changed back yet.)

Comet Koon: 10, just finished fourth grade. Still obsessed with penguins. Also gonna cause some chaos with some of the cousins. Koon most likely to get hurt during the reunion by climbing on and jumping off things he shouldn’t. Also too young for the chat.

Subclan Three (aka Cody + the 501st)

Alfred “Alpha” Fett: Twin to A, younger by 5 minutes and never talks about it. Married to Sevannah. Father to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Owns a gym named Triple A. Used to be a personal trainer, which is how he met Sevannah. Technically the middle child of his siblings.

Sevannah Fett: Professional and Olympic archer. Married to Alph, mother to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Yes, her name comes from seventeen as in “Alpha-17.″ (Maybe not) surprisingly, the more in shape out of her and Alph since she’s still competing lol.

Kote “Cody” Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on attending college for sports management. Twin to Rex (he’s older by 7 minutes). Got his scar while playing football or something, I’m not really sure. Any Ghost member you can think of is probably his friend. Chat Name: *hacker voice* I’m In.

Rex Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on being an athletic trainer. Twin to Cody. Naturally blond — and I mean blond and not dirty blond. Only one of subclan three who is. Any member of Torrent that’s not his brother is his friend. Chat Name: Jurassic Park.

Fives Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Echo (older by five minutes, yes). Wants to learn how to be a skydiving instructor solely to try to help Rex get over his fear of heights. Best friends are Domino Squad. Chat Name: Sixes.

Echo Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will also be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Fives. Seems more chill than Fives but the reunion always proves that wrong. Best friends are Domino. Occasionally babysits the Havocs. Chat Name: ECHO Echo echo.

Tup Fett: 10, just finished fourth grade. Tup is his full name, yes. Starting to get into archery like his mom. Canon tattoo is a mole here. His hair’s down to his shoulders and super curly. Cody’s often pulling sticks out of it. Too young for the chat.

The Havocs (aka the Bad Batch)

Charisma Havoc (neé Fett): Interior designer. Married to Gunner. Mother to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Also on the louder end of her and her siblings. The Havocs are pretty background characters, since their kids are much younger than Wolffe and also bc the show’s still establishing things.

Gunner Havoc: Carpenter. Married to Charisma. Father to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Together Charisma and Gunner could probably start an HGTV show lol. But they don’t want to so they aren’t. Last name comes from the Havoc Marauder (tbb's ship).

Hunter Havoc: 14, just finished eighth grade. Part of his canon tattoo is a birthmark, though not all of it. His hair is also long enough to be put into a small ponytail. Keeli’s got some cousins to teach, doesn’t he lol. Chat Name: Hunter-Gatherer.

Cross Havoc: 12, just finished sixth grade. Grumpy almost-teenager. Wolffe doesn’t run into him often because he tries to avoid his older cousins (well, actually, most of his cousins) the entire reunion every year. Lurks in the chat but his username is Mad (courtesy of Thorn). I shortened his name because it is an actual name and Crosshair is only a clone name.

Walter “Wrecker” Havoc: 9, just finished third grade. The older cousins claim he got his nickname in the “Wrecker Incident” and make it out to be this overly dramatic thing that's classified to those 12 and under. In all reality, it was him accidentally crashing into a few things of his brothers when he was first learning to walk. Gree just thought it was hilarious to blow it out of proportion. Too young for the chat.

Timothy “Timmy” Havoc: 7, just finished first grade. Wears glasses. A bit too young to have Tech as a nickname quite yet, but he definitely would in the future. Also mostly in the background, considering he's 12 years younger than Wolffe. Too young for chat.

The Concords (aka let's add some more girls to this family)

Arla Concord neé Fett: She's the only adult beside her husband that I currently don't have a job listed for, but that's because my brain won't supply one. Second youngest of her siblings. Married to Felix. Mother to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Screw canon/legends, she's still alive.

Felix Concord: Again, haven't thought of a job for him yet, but he has one. Married to Arla. Father to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Last name comes from Concord Dawn.

Clementine Concord: 12, just finished sixth grade. Wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist one day. Spends lots of time wrangling her younger sisters. Chat Name: Orange Gal.

Ansonia Concord: 10, just finished fourth grade. Wants to be an actress, really bring those dramatic Fett genes into play lol. Spends lots of time bugging Clementine and bossing around her younger sisters. Too young for the chat.

Unique Concord: 7, just finished first grade. Wants to be a doctor, spends lots of time hanging out with Ansonia. The two of them could probably do a pretty accurate hospital soap opera without prompting or knowing haha. Hangs with Corsica a lot at reunions, though. Yeah, idk where her name came from either. Dirty-blonde hair. Too young for the chat (duh).

Majorca Concord: 6, just finished kindergarten. Still learning basic writing and loves it so much she wants to be an author. Named after the city in Spain on accident — I totally didn’t realize that was why her name seemed familiar until like 2 months after I named her. Also too young for the chat or to appear much in the story.

Quintessa “Tess/Tessa” Concord: 5, preschooler. The other blonde kiddo. Picks on Gree’s hair without prompting from any cousins or sisters. Likes to play pretend with Majorca when they can. Also likes to draw stars and castles and such often. Obviously too young for the chat, appears slightly more because of her natural roasting abilities.

Violet Concord: 3, maybe a preschooler? Again, doesn’t really appear much. Hangs out a bit with Boba and Tessa when the family gets together. Very very obviously too young for the chat.

Subclan Four (the OG Fetts)

Jango Fett: People usually make him one of the dads or the grandpa, but nah, he gets baby of his generation status. I wanted to keep with the “Arla is his older sister” thing but she’s the second youngest so he’s the youngest. Has been super mysterious about his life from the second he moved out but still shows up to family events. Knows who Boba’s mother is but refuses to tell. Father of Boba (obviously).

Boba Fett: 4, preschooler. Like I said above, hangs with Tessa and Violet during family events. More likely to accidentally reveal details about Jango’s life than Jango. Surprise baby but not for Jango. Jango knew. The family didn’t know until Jango showed up with infant Boba to a family event and went “this is Boba, no questions will be answered.” Also very obviously too young for the chat.

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And that’s the extended Fett clan! Feel free to ask questions, I’ve got plenty of information about (most of) them and their roles in this au.

#b talks #b writes #fic wips #wkatmam #commander wolffe #boost #sinker #comet #plo koon #not gonna tag anyone else bc that's a lot lol

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lezliefaithwade · 3 years

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A Breath of Fresh Air

The summer after my first year of theatre school, I was sleeping on the living room floor of my cousin's apartment in Toronto, trying to figure out what to do with my life. My cousin had been an actor before he became a quadriplegic in a car accident, and as I unadvisedly bemoaned my unemployment status, he said something like, "Seriously? You're complaining about your life? Don't make me burst a colostomy bag." He was right, of course. I wasn't in a wheelchair, though I did have a stepmother who had rendered me homeless because of her dislike for me. She was always saying things like, "Your hair can't be as ugly as that hat you're wearing." Or simply refusing to invite me to things like Christmas dinner. I always admired people with families. My boyfriend at the time was one of five kids who were always doing things together. Their house was always full of noise and activities. Even as a shiksa, I felt more at home there than with my stepbrothers and sisters, who never lost an opportunity to point out that I was weird. I wanted to stand up to them, but not wanting to cause my father any grief, I held my tongue and sought refuge elsewhere. It occurred to me that perhaps I was using the theatre as an opportunity to say things through characters that I couldn't find the courage to express myself.

The Toronto Star was still open on the kitchen table, and I rummage through the Want Ads, that dirty part of the newspaper near the back where complete strangers will soon become complete assholes in your life by forcing you to work menial jobs in humiliating uniforms for minimum wage.

"Find anything?" my cousin called from the bedroom, where two attendants helped wash and dress him.

"Social services are advertising for camp councilors to work with emotionally challenged kids."

"Oh yeah," He said. "That might suit you."

I'm not sure I knew what he meant but, I was beginning to think I'd outgrown my welcome. My cousin probably would have encouraged me to join the circus if the option had been available. Knowing my living room days were numbered, I thought it best to make an effort and apply.

I had no experience teaching drama—no experience working with kids and no experience going to or working at a camp. Despite all that, I was hired. It's worth noting that it's probably not a good sign if you get a job with no qualifications whatsoever.

My official position was Drama Councillor, and I prided myself that with only a year and half of theatre training behind me, I was well equipped to help others benefit from the wealth of my experience. I imagined myself, Maria Von Trapp, teaching children how to sing while they looked at me adoringly. Somehow, I conveniently blocked out the rebellious early stages she experienced and skipped straight to the good parts. Also, I might add, forgetting about the Nazis and having to climb over a mountain. Still, visions of me biking around camp with a group of happy campers behind me filled me with a sense of self-satisfaction.

As I packed my knapsack with deet and a secret stash of Twinkies, I thought of how only three weeks earlier I'd been in New York walking through Central Park and savoring Cappuccinos at outdoor cafés on Columbus. Now, here I was, ready for something different. The wilderness, I imagined, would be a welcome change—fresh air and loons instead of smog and sirens. I thought smugly about my classmates sweating behind visors at take-out windows shoveling fries into cardboard cups or wrapping sandwiches in tinfoil. Thumbs up to adventure, I told myself. The fact that I'd never once in my life enjoyed the great outdoors didn't factor into my mind. All of this changed with each accumulated minute of the 391 Kilometer drive north.

It was late afternoon when I arrived at the compound. Overcast, sullen, it was a place so secluded you'd need flares to find it. It had that distinct aura of someplace time forgot. A place left behind and neglected. In the brochure, the sun was shining, flowers filled the meadow, and you could practically hear laughter floating off the page. What I was looking at bore more of a resemblance to a situation in a Stephen King novel where camp councilors discover a pack of hungry teenage zombies have lured them to a seemingly idyllic retreat. Situated right in the heart of black fly country, I spent most of my days swatting insects so big they seem Jurassic.

During our orientation, child care workers warned us that children with mental health needs tend to run away - a lot and to keep strict attendance records and all eyes on them at all times. "These kids are resourceful and clever," they cautioned. I couldn't imagine being so determined you'd risk your life by escaping through the woods that surrounded us, but then again, I'd never been around children who weren't allowed cutlery before either

I shared my cabin with three other women with who I had absolutely nothing in common. Delia, a humorless 27-year-old cooking instructor who answered every question with a monosyllabic grunt, Jennifer, a 26-year old tennis instructor with massive blond ringlets who talked so quickly she sounded like a record on high speed, and an older aboriginal woman named Sunny who made us all dream catchers and offered advice about how to heal ourselves on days when we'd feel spent. "Remember, these kids need us," she said while purifying our cabin with sage. As I glanced around my assigned bunk, taking in the spider webs and loose floorboards, I had that sinking feeling that comes when you know you've made a terrible mistake. Before long, I was eating copious amounts of peanut butter on stale bagels amid a never-ending supply of starch. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to feed children with challenges like anxiety, depression, hyperactivity, and eating disorders copious amounts of sugar and carbs. It certainly did nothing to help them or me.

On the first day of class, I sat everyone in a circle. "Welcome to drama class," I said with a smile. "Let's begin by sharing with everyone a little bit about ourselves. Anything at all you'd like us to know?" A hand went up.

"I'm Tracy, and I hate my stupid ass brother. He can go straight to hell."

"Okay," I said, "That's a start. Who's next?"

Another hand. "I'm Jonathan, and this place sucks so much I wish it would burn to the ground!"

"Fair enough. Anyone else?"

"I'm Jo. I'm schizophrenic. So sometimes I'm Rachel and Julia. You'll know the difference because Rachel has a British dialect, and Julia talks slang."

"O-kay." I glanced at the social workers who sat on the edge of the room and looked at me with an expression that basically said, "We can't wait to see what you do next."

"Let's write a play," I suggested. "Write anything you want. Once you're happy with the work, I'll shape it into a cohesive piece that we'll rehearse and then present at the end of the season talent showcase."

The kids liked this idea. The showcase was a big deal. It was an opportunity for them to blow off some steam and express themselves to friends and family in a creative way. My only stipulation was not to use profanity. As the weeks passed, I was impressed with how well they all threw themselves into this project—all except Eric, the oldest boy in my 12 to 15-year-olds. Eric often wandered around the rehearsal space, unfocused and sullen.

"Any ideas for your piece?" I ask, checking in to see if I could help.

"I'm thinking," he'd say and then pace.

With three weeks left in the summer, I took my well-deserved week off to decompress. My boyfriend came up from Toronto and drove me to his parent's house at Post and Bayview, where caterers were preparing the tennis courts for an outdoor party. I walked into his mother's living room, and she gasped. "What happened to you?"

I didn't blame her. I hadn't spent much time looking at a mirror the past four weeks, but one glance at the large one in their bathroom told the full story. My hair was ratty; I had scabs on my knees, bruises on my arms and legs, and I was sunburnt. I was wearing a vintage skirt and blouse that was probably more Value Village than vintage and a pair of worn, scuffed purple moccasins; in essence, I was wearing slippers on my feet.

"Please take her to the mall and at least buy her a pair of shoes," his mother said, handing me her credit card and then rushing off to make sure the stuffed alligator would float in the pool. That week I ate my way through rugelach, hamantaschen, brisket, and bagels while his family watched me with awe and disgust.

Back at camp, the smell of burning insect repellent greeted me along with the news that the sailing and tennis instructors were sacked for disorderly conduct. Never mind, I had renewed energy and a sense of purpose. There were costumes and props to make. Sound and lighting effects to create. And we needed to rehearse. It was only a tiny stage somewhere on a remote camp in Northern Ontario, but the excitement was palpable. I was excited. This would be the best talent show ever, and my kids were going to blow the socks off everyone there!!!

"Eric," I said, "How's your piece coming along?"

"I finished it," he mentioned casually

"That's great. Can I see it?"

"I want to surprise you. You're going to love it, though. I promise."

I patted myself on the back. Eric had a breakthrough. All my encouragement and patience had paid off. Perhaps I'd helped him have a developmental breakthrough.

"Can you tell me what it's about?" I asked.

"The Beatles."

"Great. Okay," and left it at that.

Talent Night arrived along with parents and family friends. The lights dimmed, the kids performed, and the audience enthusiastically applauded as each "Mighty Mite" or "Spirit of Paradise" breezed across the stage, acting out skits about fairies and monsters and assorted escapades. Finally, it was Eric's turn. Out he came, looking serious and theatrical. He cleared his throat and addressed the audience.

"This is called, The Beatles Last Recording Session. By, Me."

Three of his closest camp friends filed out and took a space on the stage. The audience was silent.

There was a dramatic pause, then the piece began.

"Fuck you, Ringo,"

"Fuck you, Paul."

"Fuck you, George."

"Well fuck you, John."

Then they bowed and left the stage.

Personally, I thought it was kind of brilliant. Needless to say, I wasn't showered with accolades about my teaching methods or the effect I had on kids. I left there having no catharsis about mental health except that giving people the opportunity to express themselves without censor is probably a lot healthier than insisting they stay quiet. I admired the honesty displayed in the kid's work. If only, I thought to myself, I could be half as brave. Wasn't that what I was spending time and money learning how to do?

A week after being home, I found myself packing, once more, for school in New York. Our term letters had arrived with instructions on where to buy character shoes, leotards, copies of The Children's Hour, and Death of a Salesman. The camp already felt like it was 391 kilometers away - soon to be 659. My father drove me to the train station with my stepmother beside him; she was there, no doubt, to ensure I boarded.

"You going to be okay?" my father asked, giving me a hug and slipping a $50 bill into my pocket.

"She'll be fine." Elsie chimed in. "You don't have to worry about her. Let's go."

But I wanted my father to worry about me. Not all the time and to the exclusion of all else, but certainly the appropriate fatherly amount.

As I settled myself on the train, I watched my stepmother pull from father from the platform to the car and thought of Eric's brilliant play. Under my breath, I whispered the immortal words of the Beatles, "Fuck you."

#stepmother #mental health #children #young people #summer camp

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persephonestourrp · 7 years

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Samantha Evans, usually referred to as Sam, was born on a cool February day in a hospital in Kentucky. Her parents, Dwight and Mary, were married for only a year at that point and didn’t have much money, but they swore from then on out to do their best to provide for their daughter.

No, Sam never had much money growing up, but she did have loving, devoted, and God-loving parents. Sam was baptized in their church after just a few weeks outside of the womb, and from that moment on, Sam was brought to church every single Sunday. As she got older, Sam would fight her mom a bit about what she had to wear -- why were dresses a requirement when the boys got to wear pants and run around in the mud in the break between Sunday school and the church service? -- but she grew up believing just as much in God as they did.

That was also how she first started learning about music. She asked her parents if she could join the children’s choir and it was there where she first started reading sheet music and learned what all those little dots meant. The music minister taught Sam so much and Sam soaked it up quickly, soon learning guitar under the kind woman’s (free) supervision. She seemed to be a natural at it.

And being good at something was a nice feeling, because Sam was never good at anything in school. No matter how hard she tried, Sam seemed to fail every single test at school. Math wasn’t too bad, but letters would always mix around in her head and she’d always get laughed at whenever she had to read aloud in class. Not only that, but she couldn’t concentrate, which often got her yelled at, and she even had trouble grasping how to tie shoes. Nothing seemed to make sense.

When her teachers told Mary and Dwight that Sam was at a risk for repeating second grade, they took her to the school’s specialist. They knew Sam was smart, but something seemed to just get mixed up in her head. After lots of tests, they concluded that Sam had dyslexia. Her trouble with spelling and following simple tasks all seemed to make sense. She was so young, but Sam still felt a wave of relief at knowing it wasn’t her fault. She just had some wire lose in her head or some wires weren’t connecting or something like that, she couldn’t remember the metaphor the teacher told her. All that mattered was she wasn’t dumb.

Well, Sam knew she wasn’t dumb, but she still felt dumb, especially since her classmates saw her go to the special ed class she had for an hour every day. She wasn’t wildly unpopular or anything, but she definitely got mocked a lot. And it hurt.

She did her best to just focus on things that made her happy, though. Her special ed teachers got her into comic books, since somehow that stuff seemed to make sense in her mind since it was so linear. She continued learning guitar and going to church and she joined the school’s swim team. Eventually, when her little brother and sister were born, Sam helped around the house as best as she could.

As Sam got older, she got more friends at school and was actually pretty popular, but she would still often be found at home helping her parents with her baby siblings during her free time. Family was always so important to her, more important than most anything else, and she loved being around her kid brother and sister. Stevie and Stacie looked up to her so much and it was damn awesome to be seen as a hero.

Then a crisis hit. Her dad lost her job and they had to tighten their belts even more. Sam got a job delivering pizzas and saved up as much money as possible, eventually even selling her most prized possession, her guitar, just to try to help spread money around. And when it came time for her to apply to colleges, Sam didn’t even bother; it cost too much money to even apply, and she still didn’t feel smart enough to even go to one. She was going to stay in Kentucky, because, yeah, maybe her dad finally landed a well-paying job again, but getting Stevie and Stacie more money was much more important than getting into some dumb college. Her siblings would be better at the whole college thing than her anyways.

Well, her parents actually weren’t okay with that. See, they knew maybe college wasn’t the right place for their eldest child, but they knew that Sam wanted to see more of the world, and that after years of sacrifice, she deserved it. She could model, she could sing, she could even work as a minister, but she needed to get out of their small town in Kentucky and make a name for herself and have fun.

A year after Sam graduated high school, her parents presented her with a new guitar and gave her the keys to their old truck. Sam always had a home with them, but they told her it was time to find something new. As much as Sam would miss her family, she knew they were right and she needed to leave Kentucky. So with the money she saved, plus some extra her parents made her take, Sam took off for a new adventure.

♫ We team up, then switch sides like a record changer ♫

Of course, when thinking of places to go, the obvious destination was LA. It was sunny and full of big chances, right? So Sam drove that beat up old car to California, got a job in a Target, and looked for places to live. On Craigslist she found two other girls, Rachel Berry and Kitty Wilde, who were looking for a roommate. Sam fit all the requirements: a non-smoking woman with no pets who didn’t mind Rachel practicing her belting at home. Sam applied using free wifi at a Starbucks and after an interview the next day, where she provided first and last months rent, Sam moved right on into the new place.

Of course, despite that bundle of money, the theme of her life always seemed to be money and the lack of it, and this was no different. It was hard for her to pay for food, car insurance, rent, her phone bill, and utilities, even with California’s higher minimum wage. She was normally exhausted whenever she finished work, and the only peace she ever seemed to feel anymore was when she went to church with Kitty.

One night, everything changed. A group of friends at work invited her to this club, and since she felt oddly energetic for once, she decided to go. It turned out to be a, uh, lesbian strip club? Sam didn’t even know those existed. And while she had debated her sexuality for a while, being surrounded by all those women definitely put some things into the light. And when her coworkers urged her to let loose and try out the amateur night challenge, she figured, well, why not? She wasn’t much of a dancer, but she was really attractive, and, hey, she couldn’t say no after she saw all the tips the amateurs were getting.

Sam hit the stage and, much to her surprise, made a ton of money. Like, more than the others. And when she got off stage, the owner actually handed her an application. Part of her was sure that this was all so wrong, but another part of her pointed out that God works in mysterious ways. So Sam filled out the application and started buying lingerie.

Sam was sure to tell her roommates this, and she was amazed at how truly understanding they were about the whole thing. Kitty was a bit skeptical at first, but they eventually talked it out, and Rachel just said something about “sex positive feminism” which Sam didn’t quite understand.

Of course, when her parents called, she just told them she was working overnight shifts at Target and had gotten a pay raise for the work. The idea of her parents knowing their responsible oldest daughter was taking off her clothes for work, or, worse, Stacey and Stevie finding out, scared her. They still looked up to her and constantly called her for advice. She didn’t know what she’d do if they found out about it. There was no way her family would understand.

Anyways, after about a year of working there while Rachel and Kitty went to school, things started to gel pretty well between the three of them. On one particular night that Sam had off, she started to play guitar. Rachel started singing along and Kitty joined in as well. Rachel suggested they start a band and while they all laughed at first, they soon found themselves planning it out.

See, Sam could play guitar and Rachel could play piano and was, of course, a singer, seeing as how she was majoring in musical theater. Kitty knew how to play drums after being forced into band as a kid, and she could easily afford to buy a new drum kit and take up some more lessons.

Before Sam knew it, the whole band thing became a reality. They started with some covers mostly, but Rachel soon started working with Sam on putting her writing to music, and the songs weren’t even half bad. Over the years they started to get some gigs and their songs improved even more. Once they got some solid songs under their belt, sometime after Kitty and Rachel had graduated college, Kitty got in contact with her cousin, Quinn Fabray, a member of The Sirens, and pulled some strings to get them an audition for their label.

With a lot of practice, they managed to actually pull off the audition and were given a contract and a manager and Rachel even got to collab with The Sirens. Their debut album, From Afar, took off with a lot of success, the numbers only increasing once they were signed up as The Sirens’ opening acts on their upcoming world tour.

Oh, and the whole stripping thing? Sam gave her two weeks as soon as the record contract was signed.

However, she still has a creeping suspicion someone in the media will find out. And if her family, the people she’s worked so hard to make proud all her life, or her fans or her new friends ever find out, she’s not sure she’ll ever be able to forgive herself.

♫ The rumors are terrible and cruel, ♫

Kitty Wilde: One of the things that helped Sam get a place with her roommates was Kitty’s religious background. There was a Bible on their bookshelf, and Sam couldn’t stop herself from pointing it out and quoting some of her favorite passages. Kitty was thoroughly impressed. After that, they would wake up and go to church together every Sunday and the two often ended up discussing religion and what it all really meant together. Sam always thought her family was religious, but they definitely weren’t like the Wildes. Kitty still suffered from a lot of issues that came with such a repressive household, and Sam did her best to help by sharing her more loving version of God with her. Sam knows Kitty still feels some guilt over some of her supposed sins, but Sam has seen her make a ton of progress.

Sabrina Smythe: As much as both Sabrina and Sam pretend to only have met in the past year, Sam has known her for a while. Of course, neither of them knew each other’s real names, because, yeah, okay, Sabrina was one of Sam’s most frequent customers and not when she worked at Target, that was for sure. On one of Sam’s first nights, Sabrina was up front and center, handing her a large bill and giving her this look that gave her shivers. And while Sam was just “White Chocolate” to Sabrina and Sabrina was just “Big Spender” to Sam in her head, the two definitely saw a lot of each other at that club, often in private rooms, and sometimes a few things that weren’t completely club rules were allowed. At first Sam thought Sabrina didn’t recognize her; after all, Sam’s usual flannel and jeans outfits and bare make up contrasted to those skimpy outfits and glitter-coated skin back at the bar. But Sabrina talked to her in private and made it clear that she knew who she was. Sabrina tried passing them off to another manager, but it looked too suspicious and she ended up keeping Divine Influence under her control. Both of them still haven’t told anyone else their secret -- no one besides Sam’s bandmates and Sabrina even know about her old job -- and Sabrina is working extra hard at keeping Sam’s old job out of the papers for both of their sakes. She even got Sam’s old co-workers to sign confidentiality agreements. So now Sam just has to ignore the remaining attraction she has to her, which...hasn’t really worked so far.

Rachel Berry: When Sam first moved in with Kitty and Rachel, she bonded right away with Kitty. Rachel, however, was a different story. They didn’t fight or anything, but Rachel seemed a bit...weird around her. But then the band started and things seemed to work out well. They started joking around and having meaningful talks, just like she did with Kitty. Rachel even gave Sam a few moves to do at her job, which helped a lot. Of course, Rachel did them much better than Sam and looked much better doing them. Then again, Sam’s pretty sure Rachel would look great doing anything, but that’s another story. That story is only complicated by the fact that Sam has noticed Sabrina slipping Rachel away from the group, talking to her more, and even putting a hand on her back every now and then. Sam wants to believe it’s nothing because Sabrina went on a big rant about how they would all be professional. But, well, maybe Sabrina just isn’t interested in having an ex-stripper as anything more than that...

Blair Anderson: Sam met Blair a few times because of Rachel’s shows at UCLA, and they’ve gotten along pretty well. Blair’s so, so sweet, and she’s so good, too. Honestly, Sam doesn’t get how Rachel can give so many notes since Blair always sounds so great in rehearsal. Sam is sure to tell her that. And since they’ve been in rehearsals and all, they’ve actually become pretty good friends. Like, actually good friends. They’ve joked about taking over the #KittyKat videos and making BLAM Attacks or something dumb like that. Whatever, it would totally work. They have a lot of fun together and tend to just goof off in their hotel room and watch dumb movies and just have fun together. And if she’s noticed Blair might have a crush on her, she really hasn’t let it on yet.

Norah Puckerman: Sam has always loved comic books, Star Wars, video games, and various “nerdy” things. And as much as she loves Rachel and Kitty, neither of them really enjoyed talking about that stuff. So when Norah casually mentioned Mario Kart once, Sam asked her more about it and suddenly Norah was ranting at her about shells and banana peels and Rainbow Road. It was definitely something Sam didn’t expect from someone like Norah, since she was all smooth and cocky and all. Those talks turned into the latest Star Wars movies and the upcoming comic book adaptations and Norah’s huge crush on Gal Gadot. The two of them have since become peas in a pod and are often found talking about all of those things and Norah has even joined in on some of the impressions (though, really, she’s not as good at them).

Marley Rose: With all the paired up promotions the two bands have done, plus the fact that they were going to tour together, it only made sense for both bands to get to know each other. As Sam started to get to know Marley, Sam realized they had a lot of things in common, such as growing up rather poor -- though Marley ended up having more stability once she moved in with her cousin. Still, they had a lot of fun talking and they developed a nice sense of humor between each other. Lately Sam has noticed that Marley is laughing at her impressions more and more, when normally people start laughing less. Part of her wonders if Marley has a crush on her -- and if she does, that really sucks because of, well, the whole Kitty thing.

Fiona Hudson: Fiona, much like Norah, is someone Sam has gotten along with really easily. They talk about comic book movies and junk food and music like they’ve known each other for years. And since Sam cares about family so much and can’t do anything about the Puckerdrama that Norah doesn’t know about, Sam is ready to help Fiona with Kat, which, okay, maybe she can’t do much about. Still, she’s willing to try, and she’s at least willing to listen. Oh, and having someone else who didn’t graduate from college on tour with her? It’s really nice. It’s nice not to feel like an idiot with someone, since, well, Sam tends to feel like everyone looks down on her.

Kat Hummel: Honestly, Sam really likes Kat. They don’t get to hang out that often or anything, but they’re definitely friends, at least in Sam’s book. And, hey, Kat loves her Bella Swan impression, so Sam does it whenever possible around her to make her laugh. Seeing as Sam gets along with Marley and Kitty, two girls Kat is fairly close to, she assumes the two of them are good enough friends. Sam can be a bit oblivious to what’s happening around her, but it’s not like Kat hates her or anything, right?

Jackie Puckerman: Okay, so, for a while, the only person who knew about Sam’s past job thing were her bandmates and Sabrina, and Sabrina was the only one who knew about how frequent of a customer she was. But then Jackie overheard a conversation on it, and now...now it’s hard. Jackie knows something so secret about her, but, okay, Sam knows a secret about Jackie as well, and it’s one she wishes she didn’t know. At all. Norah is her friend and she hates lying to her so much. She keeps trying to get Jackie to tell her since the guilt is honestly weighing on her so heavily and she just wants all the secrets out in the open. Or, well, at least Jackie’s. Hopefully she can keep it in until Jackie tells Norah herself, and hopefully Norah won’t be mad when she finds out that Sam knew.

Santana Lopez: In all honesty, Sam doesn’t know what to make of Santana. She does her job well and, really, she’s kind of like Sabrina in a weird way, since she’s all about business and can be too honest for her own good. Well, at least now. But Sam hasn’t talked to her much. She just knows that Santana looks at her kind of weirdly. Sam is, of course, completely unaware that Santana knows about her past job as a stripper...

Quinn Fabray: Sam has always been insecure about her intelligence. Quinn, of course, has never had to feel that way, or Sam assumes so, because she’s really smart. And normally Sam wouldn’t be bothered by that -- both Rachel and Kitty are smart, after all, as is Sabrina and most of the tour members. But Quinn has this way of saying things that make her feel so stupid. For example, one of the first times they met, Quinn asked Sam where she went to college. Sam said she hadn’t gone, and the look on Quinn’s face said everything. Maybe it’s all in her head, but she feels like Quinn looks down on her and is always trying to teach her things that she already knows. Sam’s pretty, but she ain’t dumb, okay? Just because she didn’t go to college or she spells things wrong doesn’t mean she’s dumb, but she feels dumb whenever Quinn tries to tell her some new fact or corrects her grammar or spelling.

♫ But, honey, most of them are true ♫

What have you done so far with the money you’ve made?

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Do you regret your former job?

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JBI asks: Would you rather your band’s songs appear in a DC or Marvel movie?

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