Author: Clio
Title: We'll Make It Up As We Go Along
Pairing: American Idol RPF: Carly Smithson/Amanda Overmyer
Rating: PG
Summary: Memorial Day, 1965, in a little town outside San Francisco, and the one non-veteran in the family remembers.
Length: 700 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Based on the 40's AU established by A Dream That Could Not Last. Fulfills the "summer holiday/festival" square on my
schmoop_bingo card. Beta'd by the always-awesome
lillijulianne.
While there are certain aspects that are small-town fantasy, there are many more that are based on the small town I grew up in, where between scouts and marching band I marched in every Memorial Day parade from the age of eight until I was about to graduate from high school. And Carly in some ways is an homage to my own beloved (lesbian) Girl Scout leader, who went by the nom de camping of "Bucket."
( How they’d managed to hide in plain sight for so long, Carly wasn’t sure, but this little town outside of San Francisco surely had something to do with it )
Title: We'll Make It Up As We Go Along
Pairing: American Idol RPF: Carly Smithson/Amanda Overmyer
Rating: PG
Summary: Memorial Day, 1965, in a little town outside San Francisco, and the one non-veteran in the family remembers.
Length: 700 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Based on the 40's AU established by A Dream That Could Not Last. Fulfills the "summer holiday/festival" square on my
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While there are certain aspects that are small-town fantasy, there are many more that are based on the small town I grew up in, where between scouts and marching band I marched in every Memorial Day parade from the age of eight until I was about to graduate from high school. And Carly in some ways is an homage to my own beloved (lesbian) Girl Scout leader, who went by the nom de camping of "Bucket."
( How they’d managed to hide in plain sight for so long, Carly wasn’t sure, but this little town outside of San Francisco surely had something to do with it )