NaNoWriMo Moments and A Name for M

Camp NaNoWriMo is upon us again, and I am knee-deep in the chaos.  I discovered a facebook group (now that I have facebook...whohoo!) and have started a series of "NaNoWriMo Moments" my personal form of procrastination, (well, one of them, anyway) I have 13 so far.  It all started when I realized I had to eat dinner and found myself craving sourdough bread and baked beans- the same thing Connie had been eating in my screenplay.  I've seen things like this on facebook before, so I decided to make my own.  And spent the whole day doing them, (wrote at night)

 

Guilty of most of these, especially 4 and 5...

On another random note, my hair, if you don't already know, is pretty short.  It's layered (because it's super thick) and just brushes my shoulders.  Usually it's puffed out, like this:
I'm the one in the teal t shirt- this is from mission, so it's even worse than usual.
Anyway, my mom spends most of her time trying to make her hair pouffy while I spend the day I take my shower trying to tame my wild locks.  The day after the shower, it looks like I want it to.  But then I have to take a shower again, and the whole cycle starts over.  Anyway, today I just said "to heck with it" and had my mom pull my hair back into one french braid (regular braids are impossible, but I can pull off a french) just so that it was not around my head like a lion's mane...and I would know:

Well, the payoff for tidy hair is that what's left at the bottom of the braid is this teeny tiny tail of hair.  It's about an inch long and is very thin.  I feel like one of those princes or pirates with their little ponytails.  It's very fun to play with...okay, I'm done.

Word count update: 39,500.  YAY! (71 pages) Biggest concern:  I'm just about finished with Act 2 (I'll get no more than 5 more pages out of Act 2) and Act 3 is already 1/5 finished (I wrote the first scene of Act 3 first, so that's in my page count) I'm concerned that I'm not going to get 100 pages...MORE MUSICAL NUMBERS!!! And maybe a sword fight or two... more twin switching?  Nolan and Micah have embarrassing moments when they realize that they're professing their love to the wrong twin? *tehe*

Was editing When the Stars Fall today on the way to a family reunion and read a part where Halyn is talking to a guy named M.  Now he's been named M since December 2010, when I came up with the story.  I had no problem with the name until today, when I read her line "M..." as "mmm..." as in yummy.  This is problematic.  Now, M's full name is Martin- I named him and his twin brother after my own brothers.  But I don't like him being known as Martin, so I decided to give him a name.  I'm down to 2, maybe 3: Matt and Max.
Which sounds better: Matthew and Daniel Gailbraith, or Maxwell and Daniel Gailbraith? Matt and Dan or Max and Dan?  Max Gailbraith or Matt Gailbraith? (He would go by Matt or Max for the majority of the book... there are a few moments where he would go by his full name.)  Also wondering about Mike or Gus.  Moe?  He's kind of a quiet guy, and M suits him pretty well.  He doesn't say much, but he's very good at what he does, just doesn't socialize very much.  But "his" scene is so amazing and he knows just what to say.  Except I'm reading it thinking that Halyn wants to eat him or kiss him or something because she calls him "mmm"

So...
Matt or Mat?  I like the idea of the same number of letters. (They are twins, you know.) Is Mat too weird?
Mike
Max
Gus
Ben
Sam

I cannot do Mark or Marcus because Esteban's (my MMC) little brother is named Marcos...
 Ideas?

Holy Week and Prom

Bought a prom dress yesterday at Goodwill for $18.99.  Wasn't planning to go to prom, but I guess I kinda have to now.  I'll post pictures of it later- it's black and hot pink, colors I definitely would not have chosen, but I like them just the same.  Anyway, the real reason I'm blogging is that I wanted to share a Holy Thursday story I wrote several years ago, called Agony. It's my experiment in second person.  Hope you like it.

AGONY

      You open your eyes.  It’s pitch black.  You see the earthen ceiling of your Jerusalem home near the Mount of Olives.

      There’s no way you’ll fall asleep now.  You get up and go for a walk.

      You go up to the Mount of Olives and walk to a ledge near the Garden of Gethsemane.  You hear a man praying, crying.  You’re cold in only a linen cloth, and wet, but you can’t leave.  It’s dark and you’re tired.  You might be able to get back to sleep now if you got back in your own bed.  But no.  The man’s haunting prayer imprisons you behind the ledge.

      “Abba, Father, all things are possible for you.”

      You peer up and over the side of the ledge and see a man in his early 30’s praying so hard he’s sweating.  No wait- that’s not sweat running down his face, you realize in horror, fighting an urge to hurl- it’s blood.  You can find no wound.  This man must be praying so hard he’s sweating blood.

      “Take this cup away from me, but not what I will but what you will.”

      The man pauses, and then leaves the rock he’s been praying at.  You scramble up the rocks of the ledge and follow him at a safe distance.  The rock, you see, has splatters of blood on it from the man’s sweating.  You hear him from behind some olive trees near your ledge waking up three other men.

      He says loudly, disappointed, “Simon, are you asleep?”  Immediately, all three men wake with a start, embarrassed, ashamed.  “Could you not keep watch with me for one hour?”

      Simon tries to offer some lame excuses, but the man cuts him off, repeating an apparent earlier command, “Watch and pray.  Watch and pray that you may not undergo the test.”

      “But Lord…”Simon begins.

      The man again interrupts, simply saying, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”  The man’s coming this way again.  Quickly you run to your ledge and jump down just in time, scraping your knees in the process.

      You hear him again say, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; still not my will but yours be done,” he cried.  You see a blinding light suddenly brighten up the dark place, but think nothing of it.  The man continues to pray.  You continue to watch.

      Suddenly, the light leaves, the man stops, discouraged.  Shoulders slumped; he again dejectedly begins to wake his disciples.  “Peter, James, John, the hour has come.”

      Whatever happened to Simon?  You wonder, but before you can figure it out, you see torches light up the night.  Soldiers.  They are lead by a man dressed similarly to Peter, James, and John.  He walks up the man, says “Rabbi,” and kisses him.

      The man pulls away, with a look that drives shame into the other man’s face.

      “Judas,” he begins.  “You betray the Son of Man with a kiss.”

      You can’t tell if it’s a statement or a question, but you don’t want to stick around.  Bright torches and soldiers can only mean one thing- Romans.  And where there are Romans, trouble follows.  And a betrayal meant there would be an arrest.

      “Who are you looking for?” the man asks.

      “Jesus of Nazareth,” they answer.

      “I AM,” said the man.

      You’re right about the arrest, but you’re surprised.  This has got to be the strangest arrest you’ve ever seen.  The man- Jesus- goes willingly.  The man you believe to be Simon/Peter won’t let him go that willingly.  He draws his sword.  You shut your eyes.  A scream of pain reaches your ears.  You peek your eyes open and see of the Romans clutching his head, blood gushing from the hand covering the space where an ear used to be.  You might throw up.  The sight of blood makes you squeamish.

      “Put the sword away, Simon Peter,” Jesus commands.  So Simon was Peter, he just had two names. 

Then you see Jesus walk up to the Roman, touch his hear, and heal him.

Suddenly you get the urge to help this man.  For once in your life you’re making something count.  You won’t be a coward!  No, not anymore!  You are not afraid!  You crawl up the ledge, your skinned knees smarting the whole time, and stand near the bloodstained rock as you watch Simon put his sword away. 

You rush in, you don’t think.  You must be getting hypothermia from the cold; you can’t think straight.  There’s no way you stand a chance against those Romans!  If Jesus could heal a severed ear surely he’d save himself.  He doesn’t need you!

You realize your cowardly fear too late, and a Roman soldier grabs you by the cloak.  You don’t want to be associated with this man.  If he were to be jailed or killed, the same might happen to you. They’d never believe your story in a million years. 

You have a family to take care of; this can’t happen to you!  You run, ripping your cloak, leaving the soldier with just an empty cloth.  An empty shell that used to shelter your now-naked body.  Feeling ashamed and exposed, you run across the rocks barefoot back home, crying.

In the distance, a cock crows once.  

By: Haili G

based off of the gospel of Matthew

I'm back

I've survived the week.  Yay for me!  Let me tell you how my week went
MONDAY:
-blogged
-edited "Changes" my original song I'm performing at MacPhail on Sunday
-took two music quizzes (aced them both)
-started studying for Astronomy test
-started music paper
-enjoyed the one peaceful night of my week

TUESDAY:
-started working on plot outline for a play for my writing class
-started thinking about what to do for 3 points of view scene for writing class
-visited with Mia and Lindsey after Astronomy- had to get coffee from the college's coffee shop because I was nodding off in class!
-reached the level of "Word Dynamo" on Dictionary.com during lunch
-wrote two poems for a poetry contest: "Storm Child" and "The Color of Sound" (I will post them in a separate post for organization's sake
-acted out my first scene (Act 1, Scene 1) at play practice.  Was chased by a wolf, thought to be crazy, frightened by a beast and a magic looking glass, tempted to take a rose, and then nearly killed by said beast.  The Beast and I have to work out a "dance move" (or something inspired by a dance move, anyway) to throw me across the stage safely.  Should be interesting
-raced to dress rehearsal for Stations; stayed there till 9
-took notes for writing quiz while waiting for my turn to go on stage
-planned out 3 point of view scene
-studied for Astronomy test

WEDNESDAY
-studied like a madwoman for astronomy test ((even during the youth group performance of Stations, but I was backstage))
-aced writing quiz, even though I studied only half the chapters (I thought it was 2 & 3, but it was also 5-7.  Luckily, it was a short online quiz with a longer time limit and I knew how to use my book's glossary)
-studied even more for test- could not grasp the concept of Hydrogen fusion
-practiced a short scene'
-raced to Stations performance

THURSDAY
-walked a long way through the rain (I love rain and storms- see "Storm Child")
-took my astronomy test *crosses fingers*
-finally settled on a plot outline- Letters from If (after going through several, well, two.  Back Row Band and Shadow Stories.  Got discouraged and ended up writing an outline for a 3 act play... took all day and was 3 pages long)
-started working on 3 points of view- Back Row Band
-did piano lessons in the morning and started a Beethoven Sonata
-stayed for play practice, but they were doing my scene last, so I spent most of it doing my plot outline.
-found out that we might be doing The Secret Garden musical from pioneer drama next year, along with their version of Rapunzel, which is supposed to be really funny, or The Importance of Being Earnest.  Was just chatting with our director and all of us juniors are begging her to do a musical next year for our last senior performance... wow, I feel old.
-ate at McDonalds for dinner (chicken sandwich and a parfait.  Yum.  now I'm hungry.  Darn it)
-first "real" performance of Stations.  went very well
-got home at 9:30 and stayed up till 11:30 writing my 3 points of view scene, since it was due at midnight.   Another kid in my writing class who played Peter in the Stations posted his stuff at 11:15.  Made me smile.
-went to bed

FRIDAY
-got up at 6:00 am (crying because it was so early and I was so tired and stressed, literally)
-dragged myself out the door with a tuna and cheese sandwich for dinner, two granola bars, a can of Sunkist (the only caffeine I could find in the house- my mom didn't make coffee and I didn't have time to. It's orange juice, right?  That was my reasoning for having it for breakfast) and a toast, cheese and egg sandwich for breakfast.
-studied for communications quiz
-took said quiz
-received my take home sociology test
-received a in class discussion sheet for sociology class
-also was assigned half a book to read and a paper to write on it- not thinking about that right now.
-wrote my music paper
-stayed after for vocal practice and got to leave early!
-went to the library and picked up my movies and the last Song of the Lioness book on audiobook (they didn't have the regular book).  Not sure how I like the Song of the Lioness. I liked the first two books,  but I'm not sure about the last two yet.
-did the last performance of Living Stations and it was PACKED!
-Got home at a quarter to ten, my sister at a cast party, and finished my paper for music.  It was supposed to be 4 pages, but I only got 3 and a half.  I'll take the points off, and I turned it in at 11:30.  My teacher was kind enough to extend the due date for me from St. Patrick's day to March 23 since I didn't realize it was due on Mar 17 until the 19th.  oops.  (a week after the concert I was supposed to see, which was March 10th.  Didn't get that little detail)  I got it in with 30 minutes to spare.
-got into bed crying I was so tired- midnight

SATURDAY
-slept in until about 9 or 9:30- my siblings woke me up
-showered for the first time since Tuesday (gross, I know, but I had NO TIME at all and felt really nasty.  I'm clean now though)
-ate breakfast (toasted maple brown sugar pop tarts and chai tea... I'm weird, I know...)
-blogged
-tried to go on webkinz since my sister dragged me to Justice and they had the lil kinz on sale for $3, and this adorable husky caught my eye.  His name is Sterling.

THINGS I STILL NEED TO DO
-reading response 3 for writing
-all said sociology stuff
-watch movies :) (Juno and Beastly)
-eat lunch
-take a nap
-practice piano
-practice french horn (We're learning the music from How to Train Your Dragon in band- it's pretty epic.  If that link doesn't work, try this one.  Still have to keep practicing Nocturne)
-learn to sing "Pie Jesu"
-learn to sing "Last Rose of Summer"
-post me singing "Home" to youtube
-ditto with Journey to the past... wait, should record that again...with Sadie as Pooka!

*am listening to How to Train Your Dragon and it's making me happy because it's waking me up.  Seriously, this song can't not make you smile or wake up.  If you haven't seen the movie yet, you HAVE TO.  It's got enough adventure for boys to like, and it's cute and cool enough for girls.  Seriously, I really like this movie.*

Oh, and I heard a version of The Polar Express for band and it's so epic, I want to play it for Christmas! (actually, several versions)

Bye peoples.  Will post poems in a sec.

Hey, how's it going?

Well, the only time I'll be blogging will be when I'm at my college.  I'm extremely tired and sad that spring break is over.  It was a good time.  Anyway, I'm much to tired to write about Chicago, so let me tell you a few things so that you don't go crazy (like I am this week)

1.   I lost the privilege of internet access at home, so no blogging there or my high school, only here
2.   I am EXTREMELY busy this week and will not be getting home before 9:00/9:30 pm Tues.-Fri. due to the fact I have Living Stations at my church
3.   I also have play practice every night this week and will have to go straight from play to stations...
4.   It's raining (or at least feels like it's about to) outside and it smells amazing and I love it, but is making me very drowsy and I want to go to sleep
5.   I just signed up for Script Frenzy.  I am insane.
6.   I have two music quizzes, a music paper, and a writing quiz to take
7.   I'm pretty sure I have a quiz Friday in small group communications
8.   I need a to do list
9.   I have one, but I need to find it.
10. I can't think
11. I need to clean my room, BADLY

Updates on me:
*I got a hair cut, same length, more layers
*my brothers messed up my bed (which I am extremely particular about) while I was in Chicago, so when I got home at 12:30 am I had to make my bed before I could fall asleep (I had to sleep next to a snorer- and I mean, a really bad snorer, in Chicago, so believe me when I say I was tired.)
*my dad is having issues and I don't know what or why, he's just acting like he's PMSing or something.  I don't get it
*I'm checking out three movies from the library, The Invisible, Juno, and Beastly.  I'm excited, but will not watch them until Saturday.  I shouldn't even be on my blog right now, so after this I'm done.  I'm doing a media fast for Stations.

K, I gotta go.  Talk to you Saturday (if I get internet back...)
bye
-Haili
or Lira (my servant girl name in Stations)

Just my luck...

At my high school, we don't usually have school on Fridays.  However, at my college, we do.  This week is a rare week where we had yesterday off (president's day...yay!) and we get this Friday off.  THREE DAY WEEK!!!! Yay!  (I'm excited, can't you tell?)  Unfortunately, this week is also one of those rare weeks where we have Friday school at my high school.  It was like this on veteran's day as well.  College got off, but not high school... that was 11-11-11, the day my jump drive died and took with it a fully formatted MLA style works cited page for my big research paper AND 2,000 words of my NaNo novel...

My brothers became boy scouts last Friday...so, good for them.  They got their Arrow of Light (Arrows of Light?)
Went shopping at Khol's over the weekend, went to downtown [mycity] and hung out by the river.  it was fun.  We went to this great shop called Truffles and Tortes and it's like a diabetic's nightmare (as Elli puts it- she's diabetic, she would know)  Chocolates... chocolates... oh...*swooning* I'm really hungry right now so this isn't helping.  and they're hiring... I should apply ;)

Anyway, I've got to get to class.  If you're bored (adding on to my list of ways to waste time online) check out some of my work on TeenInk- I'd really appreciate it
Made- about genetic engineering
9-1-1 I Need Your Help- a funny little story about stage fright
Conversation on a Bridge - serious story about suicide and high school
The Difference- a story about making a difference and high school drama
Changing Definitions - an essay about how definitions change, mostly the word 'gay'

My user page - if you want more... Piano Girl, The Wish Girl, and Tradgedy are also good

I am waiting...

for 294 videos to upload to my computer from the family video camera... the thing is, I only need about 10 of them... *sigh* this could be a long night.  I need them for my music project.

I got a 75% on my Astronomy test...plus extra credit brings me to a good solid 80.  In this class, anything over 75 is an A, and only about 60% of the class passes the first test... and now I know why.  Trick questions EVERYWHERE!
     x. List all the ways energy is created
    Energy can't be created, or destroyed!!!! Tricky, tricky!

I aced my music exam today but made a stupid mistake on my screenplay quiz...you'd think I'd know the difference between Interior and Professional... they're like opposites!  But my excuse is that it was early, I was tired, and it was online matching...I couldn't draw lines... oh well.  Still did well.

I checked out the script and music for our musical today... and spent most of the night playing the songs.  Dang, some of them go high!!  They have both Beauty and the Beast soaring up to that high f...I can barely hit it...strrrreeeetttch, vocal chords!! STRETCH!  Anyway, now I have "Can I Possibly Be Your Friend" stuck in my head... it's this super funny exchange between Beauty and the Beast.  The Beast keeps asking her to marry him and she says no, but there's more to love than the marriage kind, to which he's clueless and she tells him she'll be his friend, no matter what.  It's cute and very funny.  One of my favorite lines:

BEAUTY: (sings)

A true friend's a person with a giving heart

A true friend will tell you when you're not so smart

A friend won't desert you when the going's rough

A true friend will tell you when she's had enough!

BEAST: (spoken)

Like now?

BEAUTY: (spoken, teasing)

Like now!

BEAST: (spoken)

Sorry

I don't know, I think it's cute.  

Anyway, moving on... my videos have FINALLY uploaded--- seems that the issue was one of the videos had an error which is why it took almost an hour for video 90 to load.  I finally skipped it and had no further issues as it zipped through the rest of them... Anywho, I've got to get my project done.  Gus and I did a recorder duet today so I'll probably post it on youtube soon- I'll be putting stuff up for a project... gotta go

-Haili

How to tell if parents have no imagination...

So, I don't know if you know this (you probably don't), but I am kind of obsessed with baby names.  I think that's the reason I started writing- I ran out of dolls to name!  Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time on Yahoo! Answers helping parents-to-be name their kids... and keeping them away from names like Warrior.

I made up a family with some... interesting names.  So here's my little story.

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Mary Sue Johnson.  She met a man named Marty Stu Anderson.  Mary and Marty fell in love, and soon married.  Within the first year of  their marriage, they became pregnant.  Nine months later, Mary gave birth to a little girl.  Unsure of what to name her, they chose Abcde, the first five letters of the alphabet.  (Pronounce Ab-sid-dee).  Abcde grew up and when she was three, Mary and Marty decided that Abcde needed a little brother or sister.  Mary became pregnant again.  When she went in for her first ultrasound, she found out she was pregnant with quadruplets!  When they were finally born, they named the first boy Jay.  The rest were all girls, and were named Kaye, Elle, and Em.  


So the Anderson family now consists of:
Abcde Anderson
Jay Anderson
Kaye Anderson
Elle Anderson
Em Anderson


..... The end.


Changing the subject, my brothers got an Xbox 360 for Christmas, so that's what they're playing right now.  My sister and I got bedding.  It's very colorful... this is what it looks like:
I'll be posting a picture of it in our room soon, but she has the striped side up and I have the other side up (shown in this picture).  She currently has fleece sheets on her bed instead of the ones that came with it because she's always cold, but I have all the sheets on.  Neither of us can use the striped bedskirt since I have a loft bed and she has a captain's bed with drawers underneath, so my project over break will be turning our bedskirts into a valance for our window, and maybe making a few throw pillows out of the leftovers. This is kind of a big deal for us since we have had the same bedding since we were like, 3 and 5.  At least a good 10 years.  Elli was the one who picked it out and, surprisingly, I actually liked it.  She usually picks out little kiddish pink things with kittens and ladybugs and cupcakes on it, while I like anything purple, things with big flowers (sometimes) and bright colors, and despise anything pastel or with characters or animals or ruffles on it.  I also was going to make a music note quilt for my bed until she found this.  Here's a picture of what I was planning to make:

maybe I'll make a pillowcase or something... a bag? I don't know.

okay, I'm finally going to post this... I meant to post this weeks ago... but I got distracted (something that never happens to me... right, Haili, right...*sarcastic*)

I am soooo sick... yuk

yeah, so I have this super nasty cold right now and my ear is all stuffed up and congested and I've blown my nose so many times it's raw from all the kleenex.  I know what they're talking about in the Puffs commercials now... I feel like I've swallowed a bucket of nails and they've lodged in my throat, and my head is throbbing...

I had to play french horn in my band concert last night in this condition... I made it through the first 4 songs all right, but the last one, The Great Locomotive Chase (listen to a recording here) which happened to be my favorite, I barely made it through.  My dad thankfully zoomed the camera away from my face because even he could see I was having trouble.

We also were wearing these t shirts at that point that said "Band Rules" on the front, and "Brass Drools" on the back, since we say the back row of our band (the brass section) is a "splash zone" It had a picture of one of our trombone players who is moving away on it, and we surprised him by wearing the shirts under our concert clothes (black sweaters are great at hiding t shirts... this one won't stay normal for long, I can guarantee that.  Just give me a pair of scissors.... mwhahaha)

Well, on a happier note, I'm officially done with college for the semester, have gotten my books for next semester (and am such a nerd I'm already reading them... just the stage and screen ones though).  I'm taking Intro to creative Writing for Stage and Screen (how convenient, Script Frenzy is next semester...hmm), Small Group Communications, Astronomy, Intro to world music, and relationships, marriage, and the family... should be interesting.

Anyway, I should get going so I can sleep this cold off... see ya'll and have a merry Christmas! (and pray it snows here... there HAS to be snow on Christmas!!!)

sooo... nothing much exciting- Big surprise, I know

It is officially December 5th, and my life is now average.
I made my cheesecake yesterday.  It was pretty much an all- day project.  Cutting up the apples took forever... and then it had to cook for an hour, cool an hour in the oven, and spend quite a lot of time in the fridge cooling down.  The middle wasn't quite cooked and is a little mushy, but it tastes really good.

I spent a lot of time reading out loud yesterday, and now I have no voice.  Kinda stinks.  I also have a cold and my head hurts and I'm exhausted because I stayed up until 10:30 last night reading "PART THE SECOND: KEIDREIY" to Elli.
I didn't even hear my alarm go off at 5:45 this morning.  I got woke up by the snooze.  Okay, so a little trivia about my room.  I share it with Elli, and I have a lofted bed.  I have a little square alarm clock thing on a shelf above my head.  When I rotate it, it goes from showing the time, to the temp, my alarm, and a timer.  It's pretty cool.  So, anyway, I usually set my timer for 5 minutes and use that as my snooze, because I usually rotate it to where the timer is when I turn it to turn my alarm off.
Apparently, I turned off my alarm without realizing it because it was the snooze that woke me...

I have to go work on my paper now, so until later peoples!

-Haili

I'm contagious!

So, one of my little brothers (not the singing one) came in my room last night and asked me if he could write a story and get a book published like me and Elli.  Let's call him... Lee.  He came up with this story idea titled "Get Lost!" about this kid getting kidnapped, escaping, but then going the complete opposite way from home as he tries to go home.  This character, Luckas Tarrington (I helped come up with the name) has the worst sense of direction ever which is really funny since Lee has the best sense of direction.  Like one time, we were going to my dad's mom's house for Christmas, and my dad accidentally turned to go toward my mom's mom's cabin, and Lee was the one who caught the mistake.  At like, age 4.  I'm not kidding.  When I drive him around, I still confirm with him that we're on the right road.

So anyway, now I've gotten my brother and my sister into writing, and my other brother (the singing one... let's call him Gus) asked me about this writing club I started last year and if we really were going to do it.  So now Gus is writing a story about a kid named Matthew who loses his skateboard.

So since I have now infected all of my siblings with NaNoWriMo, I have decided to make NaStoWriWe, National Story Writing Week, to take place over the winter break.  It'll be so fun.

Oh, yeah, and Lee came up with the best title for my novel.  Instead of Written in the Stars which is already a song, he suggested Beyond the Stars.  Which is awesome, but there's already a story about an astronaut by the same name, so I might have to tweak it a bit.  It's awesome!  Love Beyond the Stars maybe?

let me know what you think!
 and I shall be posting bloopers of my attempts to sing "Defying Gravity" on youtube soon... should be funny!