A Day in the Life...

I'm dreadfully bored. Mose, my manager, has me practically locked up over here. Seriously. He's been in my room for days. Creepy much? Agreed.

So, I'm thinking of sneaking out and going to a pub tonight. Anyone want to join me? Pretty please?

I, Laura Madley, am proud to say that I am Muggle-born. No registry, no amount of pretentious arseholes from the "Ministry" can make me regret or feel ashamed of my blood status.

I am not going to take this laying down. I may not have the clout or prestige that so-called "pure" bloods claim, but I have friends and a fan-base that I thank my lucky stars for every single day. If people will follow by my example, if my choices give others strength, then that is more powerful than any so-called Minister of Magic will ever have.

I refuse to back down and I refuse to leave or go into hiding. I will stay in London and play by the rules, for now. I will never be broken, and one day I will play a role in stopping this madness.

Just so you know!

Alright. I'm doing this. I've been reticent about moving permanently to London, but the band is taking a break to be with family, so it's not like we'll be touring anytime soon. Besides, it's dangerous for me to be living alone in a Muggle hotel. Sometimes I just don't think...

Anyway, what is done is done and I'm ready to find a flat. Those who know me understand that I'm not interested in something big and outlandish, first off because that draws unwanted attention and also I'd just hate to be in a place like that all alone. I'm not used to being alone like this. Pa offered for me to come stay with him in Kilkenny, but I really need to stay close to the heart of things, here, in London.

Right. So...if anyone is leasing a flat or knows of a nice, safe one somewhere in the city...please keep me informed.

I am amazing!

So I finally got the courage to ask for a little break from touring. I just don't think it's respectful nor the right time to focus on my career when so much is going on right now. Maybe in a little while...I know some people cope with sadness by enjoying entertainment. Still...I need time to process what is going on, too.

I'll be staying in London. I've already rented out a loft if anyone would like to come visit. We can always throw the sleepover here!

I miss everyone, it's good to be home.

We still haven't found Jim since the muggle bombing. A memorial service will be held for his family. Thankfully the bandmates have been allowed to go. It's heartbreaking. I'm sorry I have been out of reach, but the grieving period has been long and rough.

They want me to come in and continue recording our next album, but I just don't have to heart for it. I understand that my purpose as an entertainer is to lighten the spirits in such a dark time, but I can't help but feeling useless. Singing about silly topics is just frivolous.

My producer doesn't like the idea of me replacing a few songs with ones I've written since the attack. However, I have to be real with myself. I'd rather do something respectful and...meaningful to someone, anyone, rather than make money.

Am I being an idiot?

I'm horribly upset. Bloody hell, who ever thought that this could happen? Several of my mates are missing, and I'm worried that something bad has happened. That's horrible, isn't it? I mean, there's a chance that they just got lost, right?

Right?!

I don't know what to do. I'm making myself sick.