The Lorelai's of Stars Hollow have always marched to their own drum. A strong yet erratic rhythm of heavy beats fuelled by strong coffee, rapid speech and The Bangles.
Tori Gilmore of Stars Hollow, however, did not march. She danced. And she planned to (sing and) dance her way to New York City.
OR
Victoria Gilmore's carefully scheduled plans start to unravel when her sister Rory gets into the prestigious Chilton Prep, and her grandparents enter stage left.
[note]
I will be taking some (read: a lot) creative liberties here. Like the timeline of Luke and the girl's relationship for example. In canon, they didn't meet until Rory was something like 11, in this fic, it will be earlier. Just go with it, we'll have fun. It'll be fine, we'll be fine.
Everything's fine.
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[disclaimer]
I own nothing. Like at all. I barely own my own existence at this point. All recognisable characters and places do not belong to me. I own Tori and that's about it.
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[updates will be slow! I haven't written anything in years, so this is me dipping my toes into the water again]
No beta, we die like men. (....used to. When they went to war and just didn't come back)