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Oh my gosh, is it true? I'm actually writing something? Yup, I finally have the software I need to continue making fics! (and yes, to those I disappointed with my cliffhanger last time, the sequel to that story will be up sometime soon too in a different thread than before)
I can't promise I'll update every week, but hopefully no more six month gaps like last time. Typing is fine now.
I've been interested in Janice's character for a long time. How did she end up with the EM? I know, I know, you all have your opinions about that. Well, here's mine. If I can just get on the waiting list …
Rully Truly Janice
Chapter one
Floyd had no clue why Janice became so moody every year during the first week of May. It had begun from the very first year they had met- he could still remember when they were novice musicians, guitar cases open to receive coins from passing pedestrians. Janice was always a part of the song- bobbing her head to it, tapping her foot, or in some cases trying to keep Animal from eating Floyd’s sheet music. There was only one time every year that she wouldn’t play her heart out, unless she was sick, and that was the first week of May.
The first week of May sent Janice into what Dr .Teeth described as, “a funk that could not be circumvented by even the highest levels of musical fusion”. So when Floyd was asked by Kermit to find out what day it was, he had every intention of checking his calendar- until Janice pushed past him on her way to the bathroom, bottom lip pushed forward.
“It’s May first,” he told Kermit, picking up the calendar for May. It was still wrapped in shrink wrap. He examined the front, which boasted a huge picture of a barnyard full of chickens and cows in speed skating uniforms. “Gonzo pick out the calendar again?”
Kermit was still looking in the direction in which Janice had gone. “Yep.”
“You know, Green Stuff, we should just buy one calendar a year like everyone else.”
“You should have seen the last time we tried to do that.” Kermit shuddered. “It was a disaster. There were feathers everywhere, and I had to call the fire department four times. People know what they like when it comes to calendars. It’s better to just get a new one every month. Say, Floyd?”
“Yeah?”
“Walter was just asking me- about Janice’s May thing. Is she still doing that? You should have seen her face this morning when he accidentally stepped on her foot.”
“She’s always done that. You think however many years apart would make her stop?”
“Do you know why she does that?”
“Heck, no. It’s none of my business.”
He laughed quietly, tearing open the shrink wrap and setting the calendar free. Kermit watched him closely.
I almost made a mistake with Miss Piggy, he thought. I hope that Floyd doesn’t make the same mistake.
After Janice had splashed cold water on her face, she plodded downstairs to her room. Though she usually kept it decently organized, today it was in turmoil.
She stepped on a pile of sheet music and kicked it into a corner. She flopped onto her unmade bed and stared at the ceiling.
“I’m not staying here one more minute.”
“Young lady, do you think you have a choice? You’re not responsible enough to support yourself- all you do is sit in your room and play music or drive around all night and miss family curfew!”
“Mother, I was only half an hour late last time!”
“Music can’t buy you food, Janice. You need to get your grades up and your attitude adjusted. You weren’t given such a good brain to waste it playing music. Art doesn’t help anyone, it’s just a hobby. And as to those friends you’ve been hanging around with… Well.”
“Mom, they’re not my friends. I just hung out with them sometimes.”
“You think you can just play through life? I work hard. I work hard to support this family.”
“You work overtime three times a week, even though you’re such a good accountant that you don’t need to. How is that supporting me?”
“Young lady, I’m warning you-“
“Warning me of what? In a few months I’ll be 18, and you won’t be able to control me anymore. If I have to live of my life in a stuffy cubicle like you do, I’ll explode. You’ve done nothing but try to hold me back. Dad wouldn’t want this for me.”
“All right, that’s it. You want your own life? You have it. Get out. Get out of my house.”
“Mother-“
“Go.”
“It’s raining.”
“You have a rain jacket in that bag, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but-“
“Then go.”
So Janice stepped out into the rain. It had been unusually cold and wet that day, the first of May. Her little sister had still been sleeping upstairs. Janice was sure that Lottie’s two-year-old face smiling at her from the photograph Janice had taken was much older now.
Janice was sure her mother would have disapproved of the life she had carved for herself- the only colleague Janice had who was anything like her mother was Sam the Eagle. She was sure she didn’t have to worry, though- what were the odds of her mother coming here?
I can't promise I'll update every week, but hopefully no more six month gaps like last time. Typing is fine now.
I've been interested in Janice's character for a long time. How did she end up with the EM? I know, I know, you all have your opinions about that. Well, here's mine. If I can just get on the waiting list …
Rully Truly Janice
Chapter one
Floyd had no clue why Janice became so moody every year during the first week of May. It had begun from the very first year they had met- he could still remember when they were novice musicians, guitar cases open to receive coins from passing pedestrians. Janice was always a part of the song- bobbing her head to it, tapping her foot, or in some cases trying to keep Animal from eating Floyd’s sheet music. There was only one time every year that she wouldn’t play her heart out, unless she was sick, and that was the first week of May.
The first week of May sent Janice into what Dr .Teeth described as, “a funk that could not be circumvented by even the highest levels of musical fusion”. So when Floyd was asked by Kermit to find out what day it was, he had every intention of checking his calendar- until Janice pushed past him on her way to the bathroom, bottom lip pushed forward.
“It’s May first,” he told Kermit, picking up the calendar for May. It was still wrapped in shrink wrap. He examined the front, which boasted a huge picture of a barnyard full of chickens and cows in speed skating uniforms. “Gonzo pick out the calendar again?”
Kermit was still looking in the direction in which Janice had gone. “Yep.”
“You know, Green Stuff, we should just buy one calendar a year like everyone else.”
“You should have seen the last time we tried to do that.” Kermit shuddered. “It was a disaster. There were feathers everywhere, and I had to call the fire department four times. People know what they like when it comes to calendars. It’s better to just get a new one every month. Say, Floyd?”
“Yeah?”
“Walter was just asking me- about Janice’s May thing. Is she still doing that? You should have seen her face this morning when he accidentally stepped on her foot.”
“She’s always done that. You think however many years apart would make her stop?”
“Do you know why she does that?”
“Heck, no. It’s none of my business.”
He laughed quietly, tearing open the shrink wrap and setting the calendar free. Kermit watched him closely.
I almost made a mistake with Miss Piggy, he thought. I hope that Floyd doesn’t make the same mistake.
…
After Janice had splashed cold water on her face, she plodded downstairs to her room. Though she usually kept it decently organized, today it was in turmoil.
She stepped on a pile of sheet music and kicked it into a corner. She flopped onto her unmade bed and stared at the ceiling.
“I’m not staying here one more minute.”
“Young lady, do you think you have a choice? You’re not responsible enough to support yourself- all you do is sit in your room and play music or drive around all night and miss family curfew!”
“Mother, I was only half an hour late last time!”
“Music can’t buy you food, Janice. You need to get your grades up and your attitude adjusted. You weren’t given such a good brain to waste it playing music. Art doesn’t help anyone, it’s just a hobby. And as to those friends you’ve been hanging around with… Well.”
“Mom, they’re not my friends. I just hung out with them sometimes.”
“You think you can just play through life? I work hard. I work hard to support this family.”
“You work overtime three times a week, even though you’re such a good accountant that you don’t need to. How is that supporting me?”
“Young lady, I’m warning you-“
“Warning me of what? In a few months I’ll be 18, and you won’t be able to control me anymore. If I have to live of my life in a stuffy cubicle like you do, I’ll explode. You’ve done nothing but try to hold me back. Dad wouldn’t want this for me.”
“All right, that’s it. You want your own life? You have it. Get out. Get out of my house.”
“Mother-“
“Go.”
“It’s raining.”
“You have a rain jacket in that bag, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but-“
“Then go.”
So Janice stepped out into the rain. It had been unusually cold and wet that day, the first of May. Her little sister had still been sleeping upstairs. Janice was sure that Lottie’s two-year-old face smiling at her from the photograph Janice had taken was much older now.
Janice was sure her mother would have disapproved of the life she had carved for herself- the only colleague Janice had who was anything like her mother was Sam the Eagle. She was sure she didn’t have to worry, though- what were the odds of her mother coming here?
, Dr Teeth 
, Zoot 
, and Animal 
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