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𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ━ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

❛ all my life,
i have lived for
loving you. ❜

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ,

FROM THE MOMENT SHE WAS BORN, ELLA PATTERSON WAS SPECIAL. As a newborn child she didn't cry often but instead was a silent, content bundle of creamy skin, tuft of chocolate curls, and strong grey eyes that gleamed as bright as the first strike of lightening in a heavy storm. Growing up, Ella found it hard to make friends. She often followed her older brother, Luke, and his friends around like a little lost sheep. He didn't mind, Ella was sweet and always brought a smile to his face. She was a perfect ray of sunshine with the brightest grin in the heavens, gentle hugs and warm eyes.

While Luke had the talent in singing, songwriting and playing the guitar, Ella had been in awe and immediately decided to follow and support his dreams upon seeing the amazement in his work. He was the person to teach her the chords on the guitar and how to play her favourite songs — which were mostly all of his own original work — and somehow, without his help she had the talent of wordsmith where she adapted her tongue to create new and improved music.

Their parents didn't approve of their children's dreams claiming it to be a waste of time, they'd said school and good grades were more important if they wanted to get a good paying job and to make something of themselves. But that wasn't what the Patterson siblings wanted. Luke wanted to be on stage with his band, to travel the world performing live, connecting with his audience, whereas Ella wanted to write music, to support her brother along the way and help people with her lyrics. They were made for more than a simple office job.

When Luke turned sixteen he ran away from home to pursue his dream, he left their small town with his band and escaped to the city leaving everything behind. Including his sister. Ella felt abandoned, as if everything she'd ever done to support him meant nothing; lying to their parents about his whereabouts so he could perform on the pier for free!, helping him with his homework late at night after he forgot due to working on new music and even writing a song or two for him. She was too young apparently, being only fourteen at the time, and needed to grow up a little before following after him. And she'd waited, barely a year, until she was almost fifteen and followed in his footsteps after life at home got far too much for her.

It was a miracle Ella'd even found Luke and his band, Sunset Curve, in the huge city of Hollywood but miraculously she had. She'd been taken gratefully under their wing and followed them around the city as they pushed, and pushed their way to the top, with her trusted help of course.

Ella had spent months with the boys of Sunset Curve seeing the bright lights of hollywood, experiencing the screaming fans, sharing joyous laughs with her boys. . . and boy was she hooked on the city life. She'd grown attached to the boys as if they were her own family. Luke, being her biological brother, had always slightly babied her and treated her with the respect he'd claimed she deserved. Bobby, although she'd never been too close to the older boy, he'd constantly tell her little jokes that would make her laugh. Alex had always been the person she could go to for advice or be a shoulder to cry on, he was gentle with her and treated her as a sister and she loved him like a protective older brother. Then there was Reggie. . .

Ella wasn't sure when it had first started but slowly and surely she'd grown feelings for the goofy boy in the leather jacket. He had this bright, carefree smile that made her knees weak, these kind eyes that gazed at her ever so softly— as if she were a true beauty to the point she felt like a sweet butterfly gliding in the summer air. He would make her smile with the littlest things, and always managed to get a laugh out of her whenever he noticed she'd been feeling less than okay. He was there for her; if it was for company on a late night walk to a diner for a milkshake craving, or maybe someone to hug whenever she'd be feeling slightly down, or to gently take her dainty hand in his own whenever he'd notice older boys glancing her way in an uncomfortable manner. He was. . . everything and more, and Ella had fallen hard for the crazy, dim minded, considerate, darling of a boy.

But he'd died. To a stupid hotdog of all things on the very night Sunset Curve were booked for the Orpheum. Luke, Alex and Reggie had decided they needed to fuel up before their big show and picked street dogs ( Ella wanted to cry and slap them at the same time ) as their source of energy. Well, the dogs were contaminated and caused horrid food poisoning which claimed their lives. Not only had Ella lost the boy she'd grown strong and powerful feelings for, but she'd lost her big brother and honorary brother in the same night too.

Being forced to return home had been probably the worse decision for Ella. Her parents had become extremely overprotective and barely allowed her out of the house. They hovered around her shoulders saying nothing, watching her like a hawk and constantly bickering with the grieving girl who'd made all the wrong decisions. She'd cut her hair and coloured it white in a way of grieving, the chocolate brown reminding her far too much of the brother she'd lost. She'd dropped out of school and took to busking on the streets. Her parents fought with her for these decisions, they'd said she was ruining her life and that they couldn't lose another child— that was the last straw for Ella.

Feeling lost, and alone, and afraid for a future without her older brother, Ella left home once again and escaped to the city with nothing but her brothers six string and a duffel bag of her personal belongings. She'd spent weeks living off of cheap diner food, living in hostels or deserted alleyways, earning a couple of dollars a day from busking on the crowded Boulevard's of Hollywood. She knew it wasn't ideal but she was alone, and free, and on the way to becoming all that Luke had dreamed she could be — the best dang songwriter the world would ever know.

And she tried. Two years pass and Ella just kept falling, and falling, and falling. She barely got noticed, only managing to perform at a handful of venues — which was only thanks to her friend Rose. She did what Sunset Curve did, she performed anywhere she could, singing to people all over and bringing smiles to their faces. . . but perhaps they didn't quite connect with the now sullen girl who now wrote through grief.

At aged seventeen, Ella Patterson followed her brothers exact footsteps. She'd busked, she ran from home, she performed, she made connections ( even if it was with one person ), and she'd died. Though, thankfully not to a stupid hotdog. Instead, Ella had been stripped of her security blanket by a greedy man and murdered because of her fight.

Fast forwards twenty three years, Ella has spent what felt like hours in a dark room confused and alone, when suddenly she is brought into a brand new world with the ghosts of her past quite literally haunting her. The new world is strange and unknown, and Ella has a hard time adjusting to the wonders of the future, but with the help of two living human girls she is able to see that death isn't exactly the end.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘬𝘢

" DANCING THROUGH OUR HOUSE WITH THE GHOST OF YOU. . . "

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨

" BRIGHT. . . THROUGH THE NIGHT. YOU AND I WILL FIGHT TO SHINE TOGETHER. BRIGHT FOREVER. . . "

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ♫ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

AUTHORS NOTE ━━━ This story is going to attempt to remain G rated. There will be some mature themes in this, such as extremely mild bad language, death, mentions of death and subtle gore ( just a wee bit of blood, really ), so if any of this offends you please take notice of my warning. Enjoy the story!!

DISCLAIMER ━━━ I do not own Julie and the Phantoms, that's how belongs to Kenny Ortega. I do, however, own Ella Patterson and Josie Molina. Those respectable characters belong to me, so do their own unique plots. Please don't steal them or their plots, they belong to me and me alone. Thank you.

DEDICATION ━━━ I would love to dedicate this entire story to my good friend Jas: cupidberries , if it wasn't for you Jas I would never have fallen so hopelessly in love with this show and the characters. Thank you for suggesting it to me and not judging me when I watched it more than once, and thank you for being such a supportive and brilliant friend. Love your twin LooneyLaury xoxo

━━━ LAURY