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MidReal Story
The Angel And The Demon
Scenario:My name is Misty and my Identical twin Sister is Marinette and This is the frist time meeting her and I am actualy scared because i hold the miraculous of the Wolf and Fox and she is in love with Adrian and I like Luca and we both play the Guitar and I just found out that Marinette and Luca used to be dating and honistly i am terrified of Marinette when she is Mad because I ran into her at school literaly and she pushed me down the stairs before Adrian stopped her and when I am in class people stare at how simaler we look but the only change between is is our hair she has pig tails while I have my hair down and it is long but we both have Blue hair but I have a music talent no one can repeat my music if they tried and when my class hears me sing and play that are shocked and I play any musical instrument and I am also really shy when I have a lot of people looking at me and no one knows which I am and Marinette kicked me out of the bakery and the house above so i live with Zoe in her father's hotel but I have a broken ankle from my sister pushing me down the stairs when I was late and ran into her and I am also really shy and scared of anyone except Zoe and Luca
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Misty
She is an aspiring musician and twin sister to Marinette. She is shy, talented, and anxious. Misty struggles with the fear of being mistaken for her identical twin, Marinette, who has a menacing reputation. She harbors a crush on Luca, whom Marinette once dated. Misty has a unique musical talent, able to create original songs instantly, but she hides her voice due to fear of judgment. After a tumultuous encounter with Marinette, she is forced to leave her home and lives with Zoe's family in a hotel room.
Adrian
He is a student at the Academy and friend to both sisters. He is protective, observant, and determined. Adrian intervenes when Marinette attacks Misty, preventing further harm and offering support as they try to unravel the complex dynamics between the twins and their shared past in Luca's life.
Luca
He is a student at the Academy and also an aspiring musician. He is charming, talented, and conflicted. Luca shares a connection with both sisters after being previously involved with Marinette and showing interest in Misty's musical talents. He inadvertently gets caught in the feud between the twin sisters and tries to help Misty navigate her situation while pursuing his own ambitions at the Academy.
My twin sister Marinette and I look exactly the same except our hair.
She wears her hair in pigtails, while I wear mine down.
We both have blue hair, but that is the same.
I am scared of her because she is in love with Adrian and I like Luca.
I am also scared because she has a mean personality.
I hold the Wolf and Fox miraculous.
I am actually scared of her because Marinette holds no miraculous, but she wants to be a hero just like me.
I am actually scared of her because she pushed me down the stairs when I ran into her at school literally.
I have a broken ankle now and I am using crutches to walk around.
I did not tell her that I am hurt badly because she will laugh at me and tell our mom about it.
Our mom will scold me and punish me even though it is not my fault.
She will side with Marinette always because she loves Marinette more than me.
I am actually scared of Marinette because she kicked me out of the bakery and the house above it.
Now, I live with Zoe in her father's hotel room.
After dinner, I pull out my guitar from under the bed and wince as my broken ankle shifts.
Zoe plops down on the plush carpet beside me, her eyes bright with excitement.
I strum the first few chords of a melody I composed last week, and she nods along.
The song is one we've been working on together, and it's finally coming together.
We've titled it "Moonlight Serenade," and it's a slow, soulful ballad about lost love.
I begin to sing the lyrics softly, my voice blending with the guitar in a gentle harmony.
Zoe joins in on the second verse, her voice soaring above mine in a sweet counterpoint.
As we reach the bridge, our voices swell together in perfect sync.
We're both lost in the music, our emotions pouring into every note.
The song builds gradually, our voices growing stronger and more passionate until we reach the final chorus. The chorus is where things get tricky.
There's a high note that Zoe has always struggled with, and tonight is no different.
She tries to hit it, but her voice cracks and wavers.
I can see her frustration as she strains to reach the note, but it's just out of her range.
I decide to take over, pushing my voice up to meet the challenge.
To my surprise, I hold the crystal-clear note perfectly, without even straining.
After hitting the high note, I keep strumming my guitar while Zoe harmonizes with the melody.
My fingers dance across the strings, creating a gentle rhythm that fills the room.
The setting sun casts long shadows through the window, illuminating our faces with a warm golden light.
We work on the bridge section for a few more minutes, perfecting the harmonies and adjusting the tempo.
As we play, my ankle starts to throb from sitting too long in the same position.
I shift my weight slightly, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the music.
Finally, after several takes, we're both satisfied with the final product.
Zoe turns to me with a smile.
"That was amazing," she says.
"We should record it and post it online."
I hesitate for a moment, remembering how Marinette once posted a video of me failing at a school performance.
But Zoe's enthusiasm is contagious, and I nod slowly. "Okay," I say, continuing to play the final verse of the song.
After finishing our practice session, I prop my injured ankle on a pillow and pull out my phone.
My hands are still shaking slightly from the adrenaline of performing, but I manage to steady them as I open the recording app.
Zoe sits cross-legged on her bed, watching intently as I scroll through my contacts until I find the right number.
I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before hitting record.
The contact is Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone's assistant.
We met last summer at a music festival where I was performing with Zoe.
She had been impressed by our talent and offered to help us get discovered.
I had never taken her up on the offer, but now it seems like the perfect opportunity.
As I wait for her to answer, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I hope she doesn't mind that I'm calling so late.
Suddenly, I hear Marinette's voice in my head, reminding me of how she once posted a video of me failing at a school performance.
What if Penny doesn't like our song?
What if she laughs at us or tells us we're not good enough? Zoe must sense my hesitation because she reaches over and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.
"You got this," she says softly.
I take another deep breath and let it out slowly.
As soon as Penny answers the phone, I hit record and hold it up for her to see.
"Hi, Penny," I say nervously.
"It's Misty. Remember me from the music festival last summer?"
Penny's voice is cheerful on the other end of the line.
"Of course I remember you," she says.
"You were amazing. What can I do for you?"
I glance over at Zoe, who gives me an encouraging nod.
"We've been working on a new song," I explain quickly.
"It's called 'Moonlight Serenade.' Would you like to hear it?"
There's a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I worry that Penny has hung up or lost interest. But then her voice comes back on, sounding more enthusiastic than ever.
"Absolutely," she says eagerly.
"I'd love to hear it."
Zoe and I exchange excited glances before moving over to the window where the acoustics are better.
I sit down on the edge of the bed with my guitar and begin playing the opening chords of "Moonlight Serenade."
My fingers dance across the guitar strings as I play the intricate melody we've been working on.
Zoe sits beside me, nodding her head along with the rhythm.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the floor of the hotel room, illuminating our faces with a warm golden light.
I concentrate on each note, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my ankle.
As I sing the lyrics, my voice grows stronger and more confident with each verse.
It's no longer trembling like it was before.
I can hear Penny's sharp intake of breath through the phone speaker when we reach the bridge section.
She must be impressed by our harmonies because she doesn't say anything until we finish playing.
My fingers tremble against the guitar strings as I hear Penny's applause on the other end of the line.
"Wow," she says.
"That was incredible. I can't wait to share it with Jagged."
She starts talking quickly about Jagged's schedule and when he'll be available to meet with us, but I can barely focus on her words.
My heart is pounding in my chest and my mind is racing with excitement.
Zoe grabs my arm and squeezes it tightly, nearly knocking my guitar out of my hands.
I wince as I shift my broken ankle slightly to get more comfortable on the bed.
Penny gives me the details of our meeting with Jagged - next Tuesday at 4 PM at Stone Records.
I scribble them down on a piece of paper before hanging up the phone.
As soon as I end the call, Zoe throws her arms around me and squeals loudly. "We did it," she exclaims excitedly.
"We're going to meet Jagged Stone!"
I stare down at the note I just wrote, trying to process everything that just happened.
My mind keeps replaying the sound of Penny's voice on the phone, telling me that she wants to help us get discovered.
It feels like a dream come true, but at the same time, I can't help but feel nervous about meeting someone as famous as Jagged Stone.
What if he doesn't like our music?
What if we fail him somehow?
Suddenly, I remember how Marinette once tore up my sheet music before a school performance and told me that I wasn't good enough to be a singer.
The memory makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Zoe notices my expression and frowns. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asks gently.
I shake my head, trying to push the memory aside. "Just... old insecurities creeping in," I admit.
Zoe's eyes soften with understanding. "Misty, you're not that person anymore," she reassures me.
"You're talented and strong. We're going to knock Jagged Stone's socks off."
I nod, taking a deep breath.
She's right.
I can't let my past define me.
It's time to move forward and chase my dreams.
I sit in the lobby of Stone Records, nervously fidgeting with my guitar while Zoe reviews our sheet music one last time.
The receptionist behind the desk glances up at us occasionally, but she doesn't say anything.
After a few minutes, Penny comes out to greet us.
"Hi, Misty," she says warmly.
"It's great to see you again."
She turns to Zoe and smiles.
"And you must be her friend."
Zoe nods shyly.
"Yes, I'm Zoe."
Penny leads us down a long hallway lined with gold records and framed photographs of famous musicians.
We stop in front of a large wooden door with a sign that reads "Studio A."
Penny knocks softly before opening the door and gesturing for us to enter. Inside the studio, Jagged Stone is sitting on a couch, sipping a cup of coffee and talking to someone on the phone.
He looks up as we enter and waves for us to come over.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I walk towards him.
Jagged ends his call and stands up to greet us.
"Hello, Misty," he says warmly.
"It's great to finally meet you in person."
I nod nervously, trying not to stare at his tattoos or his leather jacket.
Jagged gestures for us to take seats in front of him.
"Go ahead and play your song," he says eagerly.
"I can't wait to hear it."
My hands tremble as I position my guitar on my lap and begin playing the opening chords of "Moonlight Serenade."
Zoe sits beside me, watching intently as I strum the strings. The sound fills the room, echoing off the walls as we sing the lyrics together.
I glance over at Jagged occasionally, trying to gauge his reaction.
He seems surprised by our harmonies at first, but then he starts tapping his foot along with the beat.
When we reach the bridge section, he leans forward in his seat, listening intently as we sing about love and heartache. As we finish playing the final note, Jagged stands up abruptly and begins clapping loudly.
"Wow," he exclaims excitedly.
"That was incredible. I've never heard anything like it."
Zoe beams, her eyes shining with excitement. "Thank you so much, Mr. Stone," she says, her voice a mix of relief and joy.
Jagged grins, his enthusiasm infectious. "Call me Jagged. And listen, I want you both to open for my next tour."
I blink in disbelief, my heart skipping a beat. "Really? You mean it?"
Jagged nods, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.
"Yes, I do. I think you two have something special. And I want to help you share it with the world."
I lean back in the studio chair, still trying to process everything that's happened.
Penny comes over and hands me a thick folder filled with papers.
She begins spreading them out across the table, explaining what each document is for.
There are tour schedules, contracts, rehearsal plans, and more.
My ankle throbs as I shift in my seat to get a better look at the documents.
Zoe squeezes my hand reassuringly, her eyes shining with excitement.
Penny explains that we'll be going on tour for six months, performing in different cities around the country.
We'll have daily practices and costume fittings, as well as media training to prepare us for interviews and public appearances. As she talks about the grueling schedule ahead of us, my stomach twists into knots.
I can't help but think about Marinette and how she'll react when she finds out that I'm going on tour with Jagged Stone.
I imagine her watching me on TV or seeing my picture in a magazine, plotting her revenge against me.
The thought makes my skin crawl.
But then Penny mentions that we might even get to perform on TV shows or at music festivals, and my heart skips a beat.
I've always dreamed of being on stage in front of thousands of people, singing my heart out and feeling alive.
And now, thanks to Jagged Stone, that dream is finally within reach.
Penny hands me a pen and points to the dotted line at the bottom of the contract.
I hesitate for a moment, glancing at Zoe. "Are we really ready for this?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Zoe nods confidently, squeezing my hand again. "We've worked so hard for this moment, Misty. We can't let fear hold us back now."
Jagged leans in, his expression earnest. "Trust me, you'll be amazing out there. Just be yourselves, and the world will love you."
I sit at Zoe's desk, staring at the signed contract in front of me.
Zoe is packing a suitcase with her stage outfits and accessories, her movements swift and efficient.
My phone buzzes, and I glance down to see Penny's name flashing on the screen.
"Hey, Misty," she says, her voice cheerful.
"I'm calling Principal Damocles right now to let him know that you'll be leaving school for the next six months. Is that okay?"
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead."
Penny puts the call on speakerphone, and I hear the sound of the principal's office ringing in the background.
After a few moments, Principal Damocles' voice comes through the speaker.
"Hello? Who is this?" he asks gruffly.
"Penny, this is Misty's manager," Penny explains smoothly.
"I'm calling to inform you that Misty will be taking a temporary leave of absence from school. She's been offered a music tour with Jagged Stone and will be traveling extensively over the next six months." There's a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost hear Principal Damocles' mind racing.
"I see," he says finally.
"Well, I suppose we can arrange for her to take online classes or something. But what about her friend? The one who's been helping her with her music?"
Penny laughs lightly.
"Oh, you must mean Zoe. She'll be coming along on tour as well. We've already spoken to her parents about it, and they're very supportive."
Principal Damocles clears his throat nervously.
"Well, I'm not sure if this is such a good idea," he says hesitantly.
"There have been some complaints about Misty's behavior in school lately. Some of the other students feel like she's getting special treatment because of her music."
I feel my stomach twist into knots as I realize who must have made those complaints.
Marinette.
Penny's voice remains calm and professional as she responds to Principal Damocles' concerns.
"I understand your concerns, but I assure you that Misty and Zoe are both very responsible students. They'll be keeping up with their studies while they're on tour, and we've arranged for them to have private tutoring sessions whenever possible." There's another pause on the other end of the line, and I can tell that Principal Damocles is weighing his options carefully.
Finally, he speaks again.
"I appreciate your willingness to accommodate our students, Penny," he says slowly.
"But I need to make it clear that there are certain rules and regulations that we must follow here at school. If Misty and Zoe want to take a leave of absence, they'll have to drop out of school entirely. We can't allow them to attend classes remotely or receive special treatment just because they're musicians."
I clutch the phone tighter in my hand, my heart sinking.
Penny's voice cuts in again, her tone apologetic.
"I understand where you're coming from, Principal Damocles. But I'm afraid that dropping out of school isn't an option for Misty and Zoe. They're both very dedicated students, and they want to finish their education."
There's another pause on the other end of the line, and I can tell that Principal Damocles is getting frustrated.
"I'm sorry, Penny," he says finally.
"But my hands are tied. If Misty and Zoe want to go on tour with Jagged Stone, they'll have to drop out of school. Otherwise, they'll have to stay here and continue attending classes like everyone else."
Penny sighs heavily into the phone.
"Okay, Principal Damocles. I understand your position. I'll talk to Misty and Zoe about it and see what they want to do." "Thank you, Penny," Principal Damocles responds.
"I appreciate your understanding."
As soon as Penny ends the call with Principal Damocles, she switches us over to a private line so she can talk to us directly.
"Misty, I'm so sorry," she says softly.
"I know how much you value your education, but it looks like your only option is to drop out of school if you want to go on tour with Jagged Stone."
I feel my stomach twist into knots as I listen to Penny's words.
Dropping out of school is the last thing I want to do, but at the same time, I can't pass up this opportunity to perform with Jagged Stone.
Zoe comes over and grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"We'll figure something out, Misty," she says softly.
"Don't worry."
I nod slowly, trying to process everything that's happening.
As I look out the window at the students filing into the school building across the street, I know that Marinette is among them.
She's probably gloating right now, thinking that she's finally gotten rid of me for good.
I sit at Zoe's desk, staring down at the withdrawal forms from school that Penny has handed me.
My hands tremble as I pick up the pen and sign my name at the bottom of the page.
It feels like a final goodbye to everything I've known for so long.
Zoe comes over and sits down next to me, looking at the stack of papers on the desk.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks softly.
I nod, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"I have to," I say quietly.
"This is an opportunity I can't pass up."
Zoe nods understandingly, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"I know," she says gently.
"But it's still hard to leave behind everything that's familiar."
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"You're right," I admit.
"But I have to be brave. This is what I've always wanted."
Just then, there's a knock on the door and Penny walks in with a stack of papers in her hand.
"Hey girls," she says brightly.
"I just wanted to drop off some more paperwork for you to fill out. It's all pretty standard stuff, but it needs to be done before we can move forward with the tour plans." Zoe takes the papers from Penny and begins flipping through them.
"What are these?" she asks curiously.
Penny smiles patiently.
"Oh, those are just some homeschool registration forms and a preliminary tutoring schedule. We'll need to get those filled out ASAP so we can make sure you're both set up for success while you're on tour."
I watch as Zoe begins filling out the forms, her handwriting neat and precise.
Meanwhile, I pull out my phone and start scrolling through it absently, looking at photos of my family and friends back home.
I pause when I come across a picture of Marinette and me together, smiling and laughing at some party or another.
I remember how happy we used to be before everything fell apart between us.
With a heavy heart, I block Marinette's number from my phone and remove her from all my social media accounts.
It's time for me to move on with my life and focus on my music career. Just then, my parents call again, and this time I let it go straight to voicemail without answering.
I know they're worried about me, but right now I need some space to figure things out for myself. After a few minutes of silence, Zoe speaks up again.
"Hey Misty?"
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm really proud of you for doing this. It takes a lot of courage to take a leap like this, especially when it means leaving behind everything that's familiar."
I smile weakly at her, feeling a lump form in my throat.
"Thanks, Zoe. That means a lot coming from you."
Penny hands me another document to sign, this one related to my homeschool registration.
I take it from her and begin filling it out, my eyes scanning over the fine print.
As I sign my name at the bottom of the page, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me.
I'm doing this.
I'm actually leaving school behind and pursuing my dreams.
Zoe looks up from her own paperwork and catches my eye.
"Hey Misty?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you want to do this? You can still change your mind if you want."
I glance down at the stack of papers on the desk, then back up at Zoe's concerned face.
"I'm positive," I say firmly, gripping the pen tightly in my hand.
"The school watched my own sister push me down those stairs and they didn't even send me to the nurse. They don't deserve me as a student." As I finish speaking, I hear a sharp intake of breath from Penny.
She looks at me with wide eyes, clearly shocked by what I've just said.
"Oh my god, Misty. I had no idea things were that bad," she says softly.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
I shrug, trying to brush off her sympathy.
"It's not your fault," I tell her flatly.
"But it's definitely not worth staying in school for."
Zoe nods in agreement, her expression grim.
"You're right," she says quietly.
"We need to get out of there before things get any worse."
Penny nods sympathetically, her eyes filled with understanding.
With a final glance at the withdrawal forms, I know there's no turning back now.
I sit in Zoe's hotel room with Penny, watching as she reviews the signed withdrawal forms I've handed her.
My fingers drum nervously against the side of my guitar case as she checks each signature, making sure everything is in order.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the floor, and my ankle throbs from sitting too long.
Zoe comes over and hands us both cups of steaming tea, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before taking a seat on the couch.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Penny looks up from the papers and smiles warmly at me.
"Everything looks good," she says, sliding the forms into her briefcase with practiced care.
I let out a sigh of relief as she pulls out a small plastic badge and hands it to me.
"This is your official Stone Records ID badge," she explains, her voice filled with pride.
"You'll need to wear it whenever you're on tour or at any company events."
I take the badge from her, feeling its cool weight in my trembling hands.
Zoe leans over, peering at the badge with a grin.
"Look at you, all official now," she teases, nudging me playfully.
I chuckle, trying to mask my nerves. "Yeah, I guess this makes it real, huh?"