The nouvelle Nouvel Legacy

Inheriting the Nouvel legacies is a big responsibility. I’m really glad I have my parents and Aunt Babs to help me out at first. From the time I was little, I knew I was supposed to carry on Grandma’s name and pass the house and land to my daughters but Aunt Babs’ legacy blew my mind. Every industry in Riverview is run by a mob out of Sunset Valley? It sounds like the plot of a cheesy made for tv movie. It was a lot to take in you know?

So I found myself roaming downtown to the diner. A lot of theater folks hang out there, playing for tips or jamming on the weekends. My friend Danial was there. He’d been touring with The Gnomes as a roadie/band manager for the past year so we had a lot of catching up to do.

I was so happy to see him again. We hung out for hours talking and drinking.

You know what they say. One drink led to another.

And I invited him to crash at my place so he wouldn’t wake his parents and little brother.

You can guess what happened next.

Blecch. Is every major event in my life destined to be some horrible television cliche? Getting knocked up from a drunken one-night-stand with a loser musician is so original. Yeah I said loser. Danial and I haven’t spoken since the day I told him I was pregnant. His last words to me were “Good luck with that. I gotta catch the tour bus.” What a jerk.

I had to take several months off work. There’s not much you can safely do in the theater when you’re pregnant. But I kept busy.

I practiced painting a lot. Aunt Babette was always there to encourage and critique my work. I really want to get good enough to paint portraits of Conrad and my children as they grow. I also continued to work on my music, composing new pieces and practicing around town. I recorded an album of kids songs and was invited to perform it at the library during story hour.

I had a blast. I was really starting to look forward to sharing music with my own child.