I was born and raised as an only child in a nice hometown, Covelly England. It's relatively close to London actually, which made for a lot of trips into the city and it's culture. My parents' names were Russell and Victoria Seville. They were simple-minded people who liked life to go in a certain manner. They disliked big events in life that caused them to leave their everyday groove. You could say i inherited some of their "finicky" manners.
In a lot of ways, i fit everything they wanted in a child. My grades were above average, I played soccer, had a few friends and could keep myself busy without their worry. By no means was i a perfect, sweet child. But, they certainly felt at peace knowing their son didn't get up to trouble. Even as a teenager, nothing was changing. For them, life was balanced.
While they believed this though, i was dreaming and determined to do something in my life. My parents knew little of the changes happening to me, and the man i was becoming. They didn't know i was planning to go to the states for college. They had no idea i wanted to go for voice acting and theater theory as my majors. And...they certainly never saw my true personality. Perhaps it may be all an act for my friends and outside acquaintances. But, so was this interaction and appearance my parents believed in for years.
At 18, i packed my bags, and made my exit from England. My parents were certainly astonished. Where did i get the money to move? I told them my part time job helped with starting off in college for necessities and such. I was given some grant money and free housing in the college i was going to as well. Did they really offer that? Of course, i didn't waste my time. I did research and applied to scholarships and grants, not to mention my grades helped boast the interest. Why in the world are you going so far,
for such a odd major? I remember just starting at them for a moment. It occurred they may take time, lots of it, to understand.
Perhaps if i was honest in the beginning, would it of made more sense? Would it have helped them accept it all? Newt really didn't wish to wait for the answer. He loved his family dearly, but would not allow his life to be ruled by simplicity and compliance. With that, I left...
Fast forward 6 years. In this time frame, I had gone to college and meet Carter in a comedy club. As you know, he's quite the funny guy and loves to talk. We had a rough start sometime into the meetings, but you could say now he's one of my best of friends. I really respect they guy for what he does and after graduating and becoming roommates, he spoke to me about something I wasn't ready for. There was someone he liked, and it was in fact a guy. Sure, i was surprised, but i disliked judging people over something like that. It only hit me as stranger since up until now i swore he was just a flirter to everyone and didn't hold deep connections outside of friends. I suppose that wasn't a way to think of him kindly, but he told me all about this man he meet while abroad for school. His name was Ki Joon in South Korea, which was pretty neat considering the distance from San Francisco to there. They sure were different people, but he loved that. It made me happy to see this new side of his friend and let him speak out. It hit a chord in Newt, as he wondered if he could see anyone like Carter had seen in Ki Joon. Sure, I had crushes throughout my school years and college, but never really made anything known.
I had a similar personality people saw to Carter. I loved to talk, I was overly dramatic over simple things, and could entertain a potted plant if i had to. That was the side most if not all besides my parents saw. I suppose sometimes i wonder what was the true me, and what was an act. And, that was put to the test once i became aquantied with Marceline.
To start, she had only by chance run into me. I was already a graduate for the school i went to, but as a recent alumni and doing well in my career already, was asked to come in for a small speech. Among the group was this woman. She caught my eye by her sparkle she held while holding complete and utter focus on me. I thought i was running red, was there something on my face? No one else in the room stared like her as i spoke. Some where bored, other mildly interested. Really makes you wonder why they were here. But...not her. You could see why. Once my speech was over and it was closing up, the same woman approached me. She seemed a little wary, but determined to speak. I felt a bit red again, and couldn't understand why. She starting asking where i was in my career, why i chose it, and what it would take to become something in this sector. It was not only determination in her eyes, but something almost hidden...something that both interested me to understand but also struck my gut. It was her dream. And i was apart of helping her, even in for a moment.
