Twenty-year-old Maggie Roads’
parents are legendary in the country music world. She wants nothing more than
to follow their example, but the limelight is not reserved for singers who
cannot carry a tune, let alone keep a rhythm.
When her
parents tell her they are getting divorced, Maggie decides it’s time to leave
home and take her future into her own hands. Moving in with Cole, her best
friend and sometimes boyfriend might not be the best of ideas, but she has to
start somewhere.
Their
off-and-on romance gets even more complicated when Maggie crushes on her new
voice teacher, Nathan, who unlocks her
stunning potential.
A sensational
music career of her own is finally within reach,
but Maggie might need more
than perfect pitch to find what she is really looking
for.
Cole’s steady beat on the drum relaxed her.
She could feel his eyes on her as she played, but she did not turn around. He
would never know what this meant to her. She had wanted and dreaded this moment
forever. She could only imagine what tomorrow would be like, with an audience
full of strangers.
She closed her eyes as the music flowed
into her. Iza came in on her fiddle, her notes weaving in and out like bright
threads in a tapestry. Justin started singing the first lines and she tapped
her foot, counting like Nathan had taught her. “Every beat is a physical
thing,” he had said. “See the music, feel it, just like you’ve done your whole
life. Pearls on a string—let each one slide through your fingers.
Measured.”
Mandolin line. Then the bass started. Maggie’s
turn.
When she came in, her voice was louder and
stronger than it had ever been. Justin’s voice filled her up like honey. She
swam through it, adding her own to his. Maybe he was a womanizer and constantly
looking at her like, he wanted to get her in bed, but he was an amazing singer.
They smiled at each other as they melted into the
song.
She had never been inside music like this
before. The stage lights sparkled in her eyes and she understood for the first
time in her life why musicians put up with all that travelling and recording,
and the stressful nights like when her mom was puking her guts out with the
flu—the real flu—but had to go on stage in five minutes. Maggie
remembered her smiling as she wiped her mouth and shrugged. “It’s part of the
singin’ life, hon. We don’t always get breaks when we need them.” She had
patted Maggie on her twelve-year-old head and squared her shoulders as her
makeup artist dusted some powder over her pale cheeks. Then she had left for
the stage in a flutter of sequins and
curls.
Michelle
lives and writes in Utah, surrounded by the Rocky Mountains. She adores cheese,
chocolate, sushi, and lots of ethnic food, and loves to read and write books in
the time she grabs between her sword-wielding husband and energetic daughter.
She
believes a simple life is the best life.
Michelle writes contemporary Young Adult and
New Adult fiction (and other genres when she feels like
it).
Rainfall by Melissa Delport <3
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