tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-07-08:420639ceciliatanceciliatanceciliatan2016-07-03T07:00:56Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-07-08:420639:372753Hole Hearted2016-07-02T14:01:57Z2016-07-03T07:00:56Zpublic0<p style="text-align: right"><small>Mirrored from the latest entry in <a href="http://daron.ceciliatan.com/archives/5517" title="Read Original Post">Daron's Guitar Chronicles</a>.</small></p><p><em>(Monday at midnight is the deadline for turning in Orlando-themed fanworks! Knowing what was coming up in today’s chapter would land around then, I timed it that way on purpose. You’ll see why. -ctan)</em><br>
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I successfully avoided any and all family drama while we were in Miami. Go me. And I did my vocal exercises every day because I had Fran and Clarice working on them with me. So that’s another thing in the plus column. </p>
<p>But the day after the third and final show in Miami we were on the road early to Orlando–not the entire entourage, just me and Remo, Melissa and Ford, and four other relatives of Melissa’s. If I’m remembering correctly it was her mother, her father and his new wife, and her mother’s sister. We were in a hired van and I confess I passed out on the back bench and slept for like three hours on the way there. The good thing about that is that I didn’t have to listen to them bickering and arguing the entire time, only the last hour or so. </p><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://ceciliatan.dreamwidth.org/372753.html#cutid1">Read the rest of this entry »</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ceciliatan&ditemid=372753" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments