AN: This is in no way made to disrespect the members of Blur, this is only meant as an expression of fandom and a piece of historical fiction for the enjoyment of the fandom. All Original Characters are mine and are not to be used without my permission.
Amy and I always promised each other we'd follow one another to college. As she carried her viola case out the door and away to university, I promised that I wouldn't be too far behind. We'd been inseparable best friends for over a decade and we really couldn't stand being away from each other for too long. "Amy and Leanna, might as well have their hips fused together", Mama would tease.
Through that whole year I essentially lived in the music room, polishing my voice for college auditions. Mrs. Burke gave me pamphlet after pamphlet of music schools all over England but I only had eyes for Amy's college of choice. Goldsmith's. As much as I was showered in compliments, "Perfect pitch! A star! Most intense soprano I've ever heard!", I still felt that tinge of nerves.
In the brief time I wasn't laboring over Mozart, I'd step back into my true musical loves. The Sex Pistols, The Slits, The Ramones, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and the ruler of them all, The Smiths. Amy and I made it a mission to go to every show they played in our town. It was fire. I even laid a hand on Morrissey! Johnny Marr inspired me to mess around with a guitar and at this point I was, okay. The Smiths made me feel something deep in my soul, the sadness and wonder at the world. I'd been singing my whole life, so my path seemed crafted for me, but I wasn't sure who I was or what to do. Mama said college would help that, being on my own and all. I sure hope.
The day came when I entered the music room with an envelope and Mrs. Burke's eager eyes staring back at me. Moment of truth. Holy shit. I was in. Mrs. Burke planted a kiss on my cheek as I quaked in happiness. "ACCEPTED FOR VOCAL PERFORMANCE". There it was. I phoned Amy, who proceeded to scream in joy.
The journey begins.
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Stay On My Arm, You Little Charmer
FanficLeanna Khoury isn't sure what to make of her life. She knows she wants to be someone, but she's not sure who. In 1988, she follows her best friend, Amy, to Goldsmith's College and, unbeknownst to her, joins musical history as she becomes entangled i...
