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Miss Penny Lane
08 March 2006 @ 11:32 pm
She was happy to have him follow her to her room. It wasn't like the last time or any of the times she had wanting to drag him up there. For once, she wasn't just telling herself that.

She unlocked the door and waltzed in not really making a production of inviting him in. He had a free pass now. She was busy doing what she did everytime she came to her room, whether at home or here. She was slipping out of her clothes, humming as she did so. This was not a strip tease or anything this was just what she did.

She turned around almost forgetting he was there.

"Ya gonna come in or not?"

she smiles at him.
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
27 October 2005 @ 09:45 pm
Penny sits in her room. She has homework. It's her last week of Night classes. Then she has exams. Her bed is covered with text books and the odd college application. She is looking through a brochure for Berkley when the phone rings. Her mom is at work, so Penny races to the kitchen. She answers the phone and is completely shocked at the voice on the other side.

"Miss Penny Lane, I presume?" the voice said in a very pronounced accent. It's clear that the accent is put on...

"Yeah, that's what they used to call me." Penny replied in her own put-on accent. "Hello, Denis." she held back a squeal. "What do you need, darling?"

"David was curious if you were interested in a postion in the tour entourage." Denis said

"Oh?" Penny asked, as if she got asked to tour with David Bowie, all the time.

"Yes, he asked for you specifically."

"Well, I am retired. For real this time. I am in school. Besides I doubt my boyfriend would approve." Penny replied, dropping the accent.

"You talking about that kid you brought to the show? He's beneath you, sweetheart." Denis said, his voice oozing with attitude.

"No, that was my dear close friend, Connor. And, he is hardly beneath me." Penny's grin permeated her voice. "I think I'll set this tour out, Denis. Thank you for asking."

After that Denis spouted niceties and promised to send David her love then they hung up.

Penny chuckled and went back to her college stuff and homework. It was much more important than all the tour and rock stars.
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
20 October 2005 @ 12:00 am
Character Name: Penny Lane
Origin: Almost Famous
Word Count:371
Character�s LJ: moroccofor1year
Rating: G
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Character Name: Penny Lane
Origin: Almost Famous
Word Count:371
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Who do you miss the most



I never met my dad. I used to always envision that a god or a superhero had been my father, mom could never tell cause it was a taboo thing. As I got older it was rock stars, I never got the balls to ask Mick. Besides, by then I knew the truth. He didn't stay long enough to find out about me. She never told me his name or much about him. All I knew was she never expected him to stay and she didn't intend on getting knocked-up. He was a fling, she was seventeen and they talked about running away together. Before they had even made plans, he was out the door. He was a traveler, a man of the open road. He couldn't stay tied down long. So, he left and I came 8 months later.

I used to beg mom to tell me things but she'd always get really upset and say she didn't know much.

She always told me that we were both better off without him. I didn't care all the other little girls in school and dance class had Daddies. I hated it. I didn't like getting whispered at cause 'Lady doesn't have a dad'. I just wanted to be normal.

So, I had my fantasies. Most kids have these pretend worlds with witches and goblins and all this neat stuff. Me, I just had a daddy. He was smart and he could play anything and everything on every instrument. He'd take me to Disneyland and we'd ride the rides and he'd call me 'his little lady'. It wouldn't sound stupid like when mom said it. I would be his little lady. I would be a good little girl for daddy. But he never came and I never knew anything.

Everything else was just silly. I don't miss all the guys that stopped needing me. I don't think much about all those in the past. That whole father thing is the worst though. I just wish I knew who he was. At least, if I knew who he was bad news, I could be satisfied with that. No, I'd still wanna meet him. Just so he'd know, I missed him for 18 years.</lj-cut>
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
19 October 2005 @ 11:56 pm
Character Name: Penny Lane
Origin: Almost Famous
Word Count:371
Character�s LJ: moroccofor1year
Rating: G
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Topic #1
Who do you miss the most



I never met my dad. I used to always envision that a god or a superhero had been my father, mom could never tell cause it was a taboo thing. As I got older it was rock stars, I never got the balls to ask Mick. Besides, by then I knew the truth. He didn't stay long enough to find out about me. She never told me his name or much about him. All I knew was she never expected him to stay and she didn't intend on getting knocked-up. He was a fling, she was seventeen and they talked about running away together. Before they had even made plans, he was out the door. He was a traveler, a man of the open road. He couldn't stay tied down long. So, he left and I came 8 months later.

I used to beg mom to tell me things but she'd always get really upset and say she didn't know much.

She always told me that we were both better off without him. I didn't care all the other little girls in school and dance class had Daddies. I hated it. I didn't like getting whispered at cause 'Lady doesn't have a dad'. I just wanted to be normal.

So, I had my fantasies. Most kids have these pretend worlds with witches and goblins and all this neat stuff. Me, I just had a daddy. He was smart and he could play anything and everything on every instrument. He'd take me to Disneyland and we'd ride the rides and he'd call me 'his little lady'. It wouldn't sound stupid like when mom said it. I would be his little lady. I would be a good little girl for daddy. But he never came and I never knew anything.

Everything else was just silly. I don't miss all the guys that stopped needing me. I don't think much about all those in the past. That whole father thing is the worst though. I just wish I knew who he was. At least, if I knew who he was bad news, I could be satisfied with that. No, I'd still wanna meet him. Just so he'd know, I missed him for 18 years.
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
05 October 2005 @ 01:31 am
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Miss Penny Lane
29 September 2005 @ 09:30 pm
Character Name:Penny Lane
Origin:Almost Famous
Word Count:203
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Rating: G

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I danced myself into the tomb.Is it strange to dance so soon?

If the world was going to end, what would you do with your last hour?Collapse )
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
27 September 2005 @ 10:51 pm
Penny Lane
Fandom: Almost Famous
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG
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Who is the one person in the world you have never told how you felt about them? And how would you tell them?Collapse )
 
 
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Miss Penny Lane
26 September 2005 @ 02:16 pm
"Disciple of the music"
Work Count- 455

It always came so easy to me. The guys loved me. Whether they were a roadie or member of the band, they all knew Penny Lane. It was both wonderful and scary. They would call me by name as I walked around backstage. I loved being so well known.

I had given my soul to rock and roll. That one fact ruled everything I did. I could fall in love, I could spend the night with many different men. In the end, I was property of the music and that was just the way it went.

The music had saved me. I was stuck in a life I couldn't control. Mom was never around and I didn't get the boys in high school. They were into sports and cars and sex and I just wanted to go see the Stones.

Mom surprised me with Rolling Stones tickets. I freaked out. That seemed like the right thing to do. They were incredible seats. It was back when I was still going to school and being a good little girl. I even went by my real name, Lady. I went with my mom. I knew that this was a sign from the gods of rock and roll. They were seated up in the great beyond, with Brian Jones and Mama Cass and all the great who came before sitting around them. They were looking down on me and saw the love I had for the music. I knew they saw my faith in the music. Rock and Roll had saved my soul. Then, it saved my life.

Everyone was sitting and squealing innocently when the Stones took the stage, then the place changed. Little teenyboppers were throwing their panties on the stage and I never had been so fascinated in my life. I took off towards the stage; I needed to be close to them. The rock gods demanded it. I was their devoted disciple. I rushed the stage, but so did a lot of other people. I was being crushed. I couldn't breath and more importantly, I couldn't see the band.

I heard voice and the sea of girls parted and a hand reached out to me. The gods were taking me home, I thought. I looked up and Keith Richards stared back at me. He told the horde off, before a roadie ushered me backstage. I sat in a green room drinking coke with lemon for a while. Then I wandered out to the wings of the stage to watch the rest of the show. Keith looked back a few times and grinned at me.

Rock and Roll had saved my life and I was determined to live from that point on for the music.
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
05 September 2005 @ 01:18 am
Penny has been at home for three months and things are going amazing. Every day is the same though.

She works three days a week at the record store, she has learned how to shelve and price and sell records and she loves it. She eats lunch with Danny in the back, on the days she works. He is a high-schooler from there in town. She tells him all about her life and he rolls his eyes enviously and asks if David Bowie is well hung. Penny laughs and doesn’t answer. He asks every day.

School isn’t as fun as work but it’s easy. At first it was horrible, she hated it but now she is getting very close to being done. She was ahead of everyone, so she works on her own. She has classes from 6 to 10 Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She usually goes out for a beer with her classmates on Fridays. They talk about class, and what they plan to do after it is over. Penny doesn’t know. She goes by Lady there cause it’s her name. They tease her about being too good for them and she laughs. She tells the if she was privileged she wouldn’t have to work in a record store. She does not tell them she would anyway. They do not know Penny Lane the rock groupie. They only know of Lady, the smartest girl in class. She likes that.

It’s the same thing ever night when she gets home. She gives a longing look to the house next door. She figures she’ll go back soon. But, she never even goes in the yard. She goes in the house and helps mom cook dinner. She’s learning how to cook. She can make hamburgers and a few other things. She really wants to show off to Gil. Her and her mom talk about their days and then Penny goes off to her room and her iPod and her ninja turtle and the thoughts of the boy she misses. She sleeps with the iPod on and hides it again every morning. One day, as she’s getting ready for work she sneaks it in to her purse.

She gets ready for work with her little apron and her little nametag and starts out the door only to see Millways in her living room. She giggles and grabs the turtle from her closet. She’s obviously needed.
 
 
Miss Penny Lane
05 September 2005 @ 12:39 am
Penny was very glad to be home. She needed a break. As she walked out of the cellar and toward the house, she made a list in her head.

Gotta call the community college see if they have night classes...
Gotta go see if I can find a normal job...
Gotta stop thinking about Nathan, I’ll never get anything done if I keep seeing him smiling at me.

She made it to her door, right as her mother was walking out of it. Her mother looked at her and down at the suitcase in her hand. She just nodded and frowned like she had every time it had happened before. Penny hated that reaction, she had actually tried this time and it blew up in her face. She’d try to explain it to her mom when she had the words, but all she could do now was shrugs.

“I think I am gonna stay here for a little bit.” Was all she could bring herself to say.

“I have to get to work, but we will talk about this when I get home.” Her mother called over her shoulder, as she raced to her car and off for work.

Penny decided not to let it bother her. She was here to get over it, not to dwell. She slid through the door as her mother raced out, locking it behind her. She had to unpack. She went to her room and slipped her iPod out from the clothes it was hidden beneath. She hit the button and let it pick a random song. She stored her turtle in her closet, so glad that her mother had not noticed it. Then, she went about putting clothes away. It was a quick job, most of her stuff was still at the bar and she didn’t bring any of her records since she had the iPod. She didn’t plan to be gone very long since she did still have her job in the kitchen and Nathan in the bar.

But, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking Nathan. Thinking of him was bad, yet it happened at all the wrong times. While sleeping, while attempting to have meaningless sex with someone who other than being a friend, didn’t really matter, and now here at home. Sure she was listening to the kind of music he had told her she needed to listen to, sure, she was really quite fond of him, but there was too much to do. Besides if she thought about him too much she’d get attached and would never be her own person.

Penny had always been something to someone, not her own person. She was Lady, daughter of Diana Goodman. She was Miss Penny Lane, groupie to a Rock & Roll’s finest. She was Penny, Raph’s girl, Ares’ fiancé... But, she was never just Lady or just Penny. She wanted people to describe her with things she had accomplished not with the company she kept. Penny Lane could not be a hanger-on forever.

She listened to a few songs on her iPod and hid it in her drawer. Then she made a call to the community college. They offered high school proficiency courses at nights. She got an appointment. She made sure all of her things were put away before she headed out.

She drove to the record store. At first they figured she was there for the new releases. They showered her with the normal praise they always gave ’Miss Penny Lane’. That was until Penny asked if they were hiring.

“You’re joking right?” one of the guys said, nearly laughing.

“No, I need a part-time job for a little while. I could try another store.” She knew it was the right thing to say. Any record store would be an idiot to pass up have Penny Lane as an employee.

“Oh no, don’t do that.” A man said. He was coming out of the back. He looked managerial, but still he wasn’t much older than Penny. “We’d loved to have you and Vinyl Village.” He said with smile. Then he shook her hand.

“Great” Penny said, holding in her excitement. “Can I start tomorrow?” she asked.

The man nodded. She walked out of the door and to her car before she burst into giggles. She looked down at her clothes, making sure they were okay for a college interview. She drove to the interview and it went quicker than the job one did. So, she had school and a job all in one day she was very happy.

Penny drove home, crying tears of joy and sadness. She had to stop herself from heading for the house next door and the door to Milliways, when she got home. It would have been cowardly and she was doing so well. So, she locked the door of the car and went into her room to wait on her mother and whatever might lie in the future.