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Feb 5 2012, 02:41 PM
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Although Belinda had decided to take a break from performing for a while to live a ‘normal life’ she still did have her foot in the musical world. Like her, her father was an amazingly talented singer and she had become heavily involved in helping him and his producers working on a greatest hits album. Her father had asked her to do a duet with him as one of the final tracks on the album so today they had spent the day in his studio laying down the track. For Belinda it was an honor that her father asked her to be on the album and she had happily accepted.
But once the recording session was over, she had to admit she did have a little bit of nostalgia in regards to being a professional musician. There was a part of her that missed it, performing for audiences of over a thousand people, traveling all over the world. But it had just gotten too hard, she was so lonely. Since she was always on tour, she never really got to make lasting friendships of her own. Now that she was an everyday normal woman she was beginning to experience those things she had missed as a child.
The best thing that had happened to her since she stepped away from the spotlight was waiting for her right now, Christophe Myers. A year ago, he had come into her life and turned it upside down. At first Bel had thought it was a little weird that he had just picked up and moved here to meet her. But there was just something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But she had to find out and eventually she fell hopelessly in love with him. He wasn’t only the man she loved but her best friend as well. Now that she had Chris she never had to be alone and it felt wonderful to have someone to share her life with. He had even won over her parents which Belinda thought was an insurmountable task.
Now they had been dating a year and Bel couldn’t imagine life without him. Although Bel’s mother had been not so subtly hinting about snatching him up as her future son-in-law Belinda didn’t want to jump the gun. Would she love to marry Chris? Absolutely. But they were so good together the way they were. She didn’t feel any need to rock the boat. She was happy just being with him. So when she arrived at Chris’ place she let herself in with his key and hung her coat and bag on the hook next to the door.
” Chris? It’s me.” she called wondering where he was in the house. She had seen his car in the driveway so she assumed he was home unless he went for a run or something. Frowning she craned her head to try and figure out where he was.


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So she had gotten up and gotten ready to go out, all while having her critical cup of coffee in the morning. Although Belinda was a gainfully employed adult with a salary and everything, she had had to fight with her parents to allow her to leave their home. Her father was especially protective of her and wanted Belinda close by. In the end a compromise was reached thanks to Belinda’s mother, Belinda was given the guest house in the back of her parents’ estate. Now at least she had a place to call her own while still being close to her parents.
Before Belinda left she made a call to the main house to tell her parents that she was going to town and to not worry. Then she proceeded to leave ‘her’ house, get in her car and make the short drive to town. While on the way there she cranked the tunes on her ipod so that she could sing along. Although Belinda was a classical musician she had a weakness for rock music from the eighties. Belinda considered it her guilty pleasure and when she thought no one was watching she sang along at the top of her lungs. Today she was on a Van Halen kick and as she rolled up to the music parking lot in her Mercedes, the song Jump could be heard by everyone outside.
Turning the car off, she plugged in her ear phones and grabbed her purse from the passengers seat before exiting her vehicle. She started humming along to her jam and dancing a bit as well thinking she was completely unobserved.
“ Might as well Jump!” she sang under her breath and then turned bright red as she saw several people passing by staring at her. Laughing a bit she ducked her head and pulled the ear phones out of her ears before entering the store.
Although the music store was small, it still had enough supplies for what she needed and she immediately moved over to the percussion section so that she could start figuring out what she would purchase. Figuring that drumsticks and mallets would be a good place to start she started picking up different ones and comparing them biting her lower lip as she did so.
“ Hmmm.” she said trying to decide between what looked like two absolutely identical drumsticks. While Belinda was an authority on cello instruments, she was a little lost on what was good for percussion.
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Jan 28 2012, 09:50 PM
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Belinda Hamilton is the daughter of legendary Hollywood duo Lucien and Amelia Hamilton. Belinda has followed in her opera singer father's footsteps and has been performing worldwide since she was a pre-teen on the cello. Now that she's finished college she's decided that she would rather have a go at a normal life with normal people than live under the protection of her parents forever. She has a mountain of firsts that she wants to try and at the top of the list is to make friends her own age.
Having to travel so much has limited her social interaction with people her own age, and she wants nothing more than to be a normal twenty-three year old girl. Being a social person by nature, that lack of sociability in her life has made her long for it all her life. She adores children and loves her job teaching music at the elementary school and music will always and forever be apart of her life. She's tried not to let her parents money or their fame get to her head but there have been instances where she's used that for her personal gain. But she's always felt awful about it afterwards. She genuinely wants to see the good in people and prefers to give them the benefit of the doubt. But once Belinda has been hurt she is slow to forgive and trust must be earned back where as it was freely given in the first place.

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as far as <b>relationships:</b>
<b> friends: </B> Belinda is open to friends of all shapes and sizes. She lives by the motto " Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me." She prefers to see the good in people and have them prove her wrong than assume everyone is intrinsically bad. But she's not so naive that once she's been hurt to keep putting her hand in teh fire. She is a good loyal friend once you get to know her and would do anything to help someone in need. She's a social person by nature and has a habit of wandering off from her parent's security and trying to meet new people just to have an adventure. <p>

<b> enemies: </b> Obviously anyone interested in recovering the curse would fall under this category. There could also be people who are jealous of her lifestyle growing up or of her musical abilities. There is room for all sorts of fun plotting here. She wouldn't go out and purposely try and make an enemy but they are bound to happen. I'm open for most anything.
<b> Romance: </b> Well obviously her Prince must come at some point? But until then she's open to some casual dating. Bel is not the type of girl that would sleep around but she's never had the opportunity for romance and she'd like to experience it.
<b> Other: </B>
I'm open for most things, I love good plotting. So if Bel can be of use to anyone then chances are I'm open to throwing Bel into it.
I can't wait to start writing with everyone and look forward to plotting!
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Belinda grew up a extremely sheltered child, with her parents having her so late in life she was protected from whatever her parents deemed the ‘cruelties’ of the world. Because of this sheltered protective lifestyle, she still have a certain air of naiveté about her although she’s an adult. She wants to see the good in people and prefers to give them the benefit of the doubt. However she’s not so foolish that once she’s been burned that she continues to put her hand in the fire. Once Bel has been hurt it takes a lot for her to forgive someone. The trust must be earned back where as it was given freely in the beginning.
As a child she was very happy with how active her parents were in her life and she really didn’t mind all the restrictions put on her. She felt happy, protected, and loved. But as she’s gotten older she’s developed a yearning for adventure. She’s gotten in the habit of just sort of wandering off so that she’ll experience new things and new people without telling anyone. Bel is a social person by her nature and loves to make friends. She’s loyal to the very bitter end and will do anything to help a friend in need. She also adores children and although loves to perform has also pursued teaching music so that she might interact with children.
Music is her life, being gifted with perfect pitch she can reproduce any song after hearing it once. Her parents nurtured her talent from an incredibly early age and as such she’s found that her cello has become an extension of her own body. If a passerby travels by the Hamilton house and Belinda is home there is rarely a time where one can’t hear cello music emitting from the house. She becomes lost in the music and can spend hours playing, not even knowing where the time goes.
Everything isn’t all sunshine and roses with Bel. Having grown up a bird in a gilded cage she can get jealous of those who have more freedom than her. It isn’t so much a angry type of jealous, but it will cause Bel to shut down and retreat back to the safety of her parent’s rule. She’s also aware of her feminine wiles and has occasionally exploited them for personal gain. But she suffers from tremendous guilt afterwards.

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Belinda’s parents were THE celebrity couple in their day. Her father was a world class opera singer and her mother was an incredibly successful actress. To the outside world their marriage was perfect, red carpet events, concerts, expensive vacations. They were essentially Hollywood royalty. There was only one small problem in their otherwise perfect life. They could not get pregnant. They tried everything, natural conception, invitro, surrogacy. They had all but given up when they received the news that Belinda’s mother was pregnant.
Since Belinda would undoubtedly be their only child, when she was born she wanted for nothing. Belinda had an army of nurses and nannies to look after her and her parents could hardly stand to have her away from them for a moment. Since she was the only ‘heir’ to the Hollywood glam couple, she was placed in a protective bubble that shielded her from the world. Her parents moved their estate to the remote island of Stonebrook when she was six months in an effort to shield her from the paparazzi that hounded them day and night.
When she was three her father discovered that Belinda had taken after him in more ways than one. She had his incredibly ability to hear music once and reproduce it on command. He began instructing her in voice when she was a toddler and she had a cello in her hands by age five. That was when Belinda fell in love for the first time. As she began to learn her instrument and truly begin to make music, she fell in love with the beauty of music. Sensing that his daughter shared his love of music he began taking her on tour, booking them as a double act. She opened with a cello sonata or concerto with the orchestra and then he sang.
Rather than a traditional public schooling, Belinda was taught by a tutor that traveled with her and music became life. Her mother would join them when she was not on the set and the trio lived a happy life. However as she reached her teen years she began to chafe under the constant restrictions put upon her. She couldn’t go out during the day without her parents so the reporters wouldn’t harass her, she didn’t really have friends her own age because she was never in a situation to meet them. Her friends were her parents friends. Being a social person by nature, all she wanted was to slow down from this whirlwind lifestyle and actually get to be a kid. So books became her substitute for friends. She loved to read romances that held through the ages like Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet.
When she decided to go to college it was a hard day for her parents. She made the decision so that she could have some social interaction with people her own age. Her parents maintained that she didn’t need to, she had been on the concert circuit for so long that she didn’t need the degree. However, Belinda’s pleading won in the end. Although there were several contingents that came along with it, she couldn’t stay in the dorms. She had to have a private apartment where no friends were allowed over and security had to go with her wherever she went. Because of this, her grand plan to have the ‘normal’ college experience ended.
But something did come out of her experience at college, she found a deep love of children and decided that she could be just as happy being a teacher as a performer. So after school she returned home to her parents estate and took a job teaching music at the local elementary school. Occasionally she will give a concert but she is happy living a quiet life. She’s hoping that now that she’s in a small town and is an adult she’ll actually have a chance to start a life of her own.

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