In The Forgotten Gilmore, Alessia Gilmore grapples with adolescence in Stars Hollow, a town where gossip flows as freely as coffee at Luke's Diner. Overshadowed by her mother Lorelai's bond with twin sister Rory, Alessia finds solace in her irrevere...
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The gymnasium buzzed with the chatter and shuffling of students as they gathered for the prom committee meeting. Alessia scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. She spotted Lane by a table laden with swatches of fabric and stacks of prom magazines.
"Hey, Lane," Alessia greeted, taking a seat next to her.
Lane looked up and smiled. "Alessia! I didn't expect to see you here. Are you really joining the prom committee?"
"Yeah," Alessia said with a shrug. "It seemed like a good way to keep busy."
As they caught up, a girl with a rebellious aura sauntered into the room. She wore a leather jacket, and Alessia noticed cigarettes peeking from her back pocket. The girl had an air of nonchalance and confidence that was hard to ignore.
Lane nudged Alessia and whispered, "That's Demi. She's got quite the reputation around here."
Demi's eyes scanned the room with a casual disinterest until they landed on Alessia. She strolled over, her presence commanding attention. With a smooth, almost lazy grace, Demi slid into a chair across from Alessia and Lane.
"Hey," Demi said, her voice calm and easygoing.
"Hey," Alessia replied, trying to match Demi's laid-back tone. "I'm Alessia."
"Demi," she said, giving a brief nod.
Lane quickly returned to her work, leaving Alessia and Demi to converse. Alessia found herself intrigued by Demi's effortless coolness. As they began talking, Demi's conversational style was a mix of nonchalance and sharp wit. She talked about her favorite music, the latest underground bands, and even some wild stories from her summer adventures. Alessia was drawn in, her initial reservations melting away.
"So, you're really into punk music?" Alessia asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah," Demi said, her eyes lighting up. "It's all about attitude, you know? It's raw and real. None of that manufactured stuff you hear on the radio."
"I get that," Alessia said, nodding. "I've never really listened to punk before. What should I start with?"
Demi's face brightened. "Oh, you're in for a treat. You've gotta check out The Clash and Dead Kennedys. They're classics. I'll make you a playlist."
Alessia smiled, feeling a spark of excitement. "Sounds awesome."
They continued chatting, and Alessia found herself laughing at Demi's dry humor and candid observations about life. Demi had a way of making everything sound interesting, and Alessia was captivated by her charisma.
As the meeting dragged on, Demi's restlessness became evident. She shifted in her seat, glancing around at the increasingly tedious discussion about prom decorations. Alessia could sense her growing impatience.
"Is it just me, or is this meeting dragging on forever?" Demi said, leaning in and lowering her voice.
Alessia chuckled. "Yeah, it's pretty boring. I didn't expect decorating to be so... involved."
