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It wasn't easy and times were tough. Walker never went to college when he was younger, but he was a hard worker. He was a bartender with a small but busy local bar which he eventually got a loan to buy when the owner wanted to retire to nurse his sick mother with dementia. The bar life wasn't what he would have chosen his daughter to be raised in, but with his parents retired and now miles away in sunny Miami, he had to do the best with what he had. Reecy was, without a shadow of a doubt, a tom boy. She liked all this messy, dirty and rough. She only ever really had friends who were boys, and would rough and tumble with the best of them. Their house was always overrun with boys dressed like cops, robbers, Ninja Turtles, Transformers, cowboys... you name it. Reecy was a boisterous kid, loud and always on the go. She had a load of friends, was involved in as many sports as she wanted, but as a stark contrast, also had an amazing singing talent.
Walker didn't know where that came from, but he wanted to nurture it, and did. She was in singing lessons from a young age and took music right through school. He bought her first guitar for her at four and she played ever since. Father and daughter we incredibly close, really only having each other for family nearby. Walker worked hard and built the bar up to a cushy little local waterhole and Reecy went through school happily enough, excelling most in sports and music. It was when Reecy grew up a little and was happily settled in school that Walker took the long leap of faith and decided to go to Med School to become a doctor, though kept ownership of the bar as a nest egg. Reecy's ambition was always to become a mechanic, though, and it wasn't something Walker really tried to sway her from but did tell her to leave her options open. She dated on and off, but always held boys up against how great a guy her dad was and tired of them easily. She had standards and wouldn't let them slip for any random dick. She lost her virginity to her best friend, Winston Slater, who she called Winnie, a sweet bi kid who wanted to be a writer. They had been friends right through their childhood and still best friends to this day.
Turned out, Reecy's desire to be a mechanic would be harder than she thought. She got her qualifications in it, but ultimately found it hard to get a job because most places didn't think she could keep up with the 'man's work/manual labour' that came with being a mechanic. It was lucky some of the potential employers didn't end up with a wrench up their ass but she definitely told more than one where they could stick their gearboxes. Instead, she resorted to her fallback and enrolled in New York University to do a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in music.
She's now just turned 22, and decided to follow one of her good gal pals, Autumn MacDonald, to a Broadway audition for a pending production of Footloose. She sat the whole time with Autumn blatantly pepping her mood up by pointing out all the flaws of the other actresses, and without censoring. In the end, as a laugh, Autumn dared her to audition for one of the other roles, so never backing down from a dare or a challenge, she got up and sung a passionate rendition of 'The Power of Love' by Celine Dion, and managed to score one of the roles as the lead female's friends whilst Autumn won the lead role opposite unknown kid, Justin Campbell. Amusingly, the first time she and Autumn sat in the audience and watched Justin belt out Footloose along with the whole dance routine attached to it, their mouths dropped open and they just gaped. Because Reecy figured it couldn't be that bad pay doing a Broadway show, she took the job, and the rest was history.
Now, with everything with Footloose in tatters after Justin was sexually harassed behind the scenes and everyone losing their job after he was trashed and tried to take his own life because he was ill with bipolar, Reecy is bummed because she really needed the work to help her dad pay the bills. College wasn't cheap, she wanted to help him as much as he could, even if he always turned it down and put the money back into her bank account. Though, ever the loose canon, Reecy is suddenly finding herself in a holding cell at the local copshop after beating the living shit out the guy who tried to assault Justin when she just happened to cross his path one night...
Reecy's tag @ +dreamlikenewyork is HERE
"We're heading for something,- The Power of Love, Celine Dion
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