Started-10/05/24
"𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆."
In 1970, the band Velvet were in a rivalry between the new and upcoming band Queen. Amongst the conflict, mainly fueled by their lead guitarist; no one would have guessed that th...
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JACQUELINE 'JACKIE' ANDERSON
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enjoy the journey lovelies<3
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FELICITY -I think the first time I rember things turning around was in 1970. The 70s were just so unique you know, music was at its peak, fashion, TV, the world, it was so peaceful. The party's were amazing the drink was supreme and the boys were unimaginably beautiful. I know for sure that was the highlight of the decade.
London had the flare that Paris never seemed to obtain, it was always alive in different ways to the French Capital. The common English slang that dripped from the tongues of passers by, the lingering aroma of stale tobacco that licked across every pub wall. Playful fights and nit picks of banter around every street corner. All the car horns beeping angrily at one another.
The famous 9 a.m rush was all day every day in London. Paris seemed more relaxed, as though a lingering haze was draped over everyone's temperament.
She thought that the bustling way of London life was lost after spending a month abroad. The street smart reflexes dullened by a different sort of worry that kept you on your toes in Paris, there you were constantly wary of being pickpocketed. Here, it's the same along with being knocked over, walloped in the back by someone's elbow as they walk by, or being struck with slander. Reflexes meant you had to quickly shoot back a few words in order to get back at the ones who started the argument.
Felicity stepped off the train, the suitcase that had glued her life together for the past month tightly grasped in her right hand. Her body weighted down by the carry-on leather duffle that was slung over her shoulder, packed with random trinkets a bottle of water and an un finished packet of custard creams she'd bought from Heathrow.
