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Prologue
Prologue "In Between the Notes" - Scene by Scene
About a year ago I started writing a semi auto-biographical book about moving to San Francisco to pursue my dream of becoming a musician. That book is now almost finished and rather than immediately trying to send it off to publishers I have decided to release it online scene by scene.
I will post a new scene from the book on this page every few days. I am hoping this will be a good way to get much needed feedback before I look into getting it published.
Please do provide constructive criticism where you feel it could improve.
Enjoy!
Prologue
Saturday, March 21, 2009 at 05:41AM Dear Emma, Well this is it, the thing that I have been dreading, since I first realized that you and your perfect beauty had completely consumed my heart and soul. I could write pages and pages about how amazing you are, how much it will hurt everyday when you are not there to hold and how my heart will forever beat slightly differently after you. I could write about how you restored my faith in love and how you mended a heart broken from empty relationships. I could write about how much I wish there was some way that we could be together.
Chapter 1
Tuesday, March 24, 2009 at 07:30PM My neck strained for the hundredth time, as I looked up at the clock teasing me from its perch on the wall. It was 6pm, and I was tired. My pen lay heavy in my hand, as I pushed to finish off my final piece of work for the day. I simply couldn’t be late for dinner. It was my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary and they had flown over to London so they could spend it with me.
Chapter 2 - Scene 1
Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 03:35PM The California sun burst through the window and slapped me square in the face. Never had I been so rudely awoken. Every morning I promised myself I would put up curtains, but deep down I loved waking up this way. It reminded me of where I was. No longer was I in dreary, cold London. I was in a beautiful town just north of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and life was good. Life was very good.
Chapter 2 - Scene 2
Monday, March 30, 2009 at 06:21PM The day was broken between naps, food, and lying in the sun. I was sprawled on a blow up mattress in a half sleep, the sun sucking the alcohol out of my blood and evaporating it off my body. “Loic, what time is it?” I asked, cracking one eye open and looking across at his watch. “It’s 5:45pm.” “Shit. I am going to be late for the Sweetwater.”
Chapter 3
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 at 05:12PM Outside the Sweetwater, the smokers posed with their cigarettes, like a convention of James Dean impersonators. I nodded to them, their cigarettes hanging loosely from their lips as they leaned against the wall. They nodded back in acknowledgement between dramatic inhalations, which said to the world. “I am inhaling now. Look at me damn it! I am about to inhale. There it is. I just inhaled!”
Chapter 4 - Scene 1
Monday, April 20, 2009 at 07:19PM I had just finished tuning up, when I heard Justin introduce me through the kitchen door. I quickly grabbed my guitar, checked my teeth in the mirror, and took a deep breath before I walked out to the stage. “And now, ladies and gentleman, a real treat for us, coming all the way from across the Atlantic…” Justin was giving it the old boxing ringmaster routine, which he liked to do to wind me up. “Come on Shane, you can do this.” I said to the pale face looking back at me in the mirror.
Chapter 4 - Scene 2
Tuesday, April 28, 2009 at 01:57PM “I wrote this song after my friend made me a tape of rap songs with the goal of proving to me the merits of gangster rap. I listened to the tape but to me it seemed that all they ever did was ‘fuck and kill’. Now don’t get me wrong, I think there are some great rap artists out there, but this stuff was a bit gratuitous to say the least.
Chapter 4 - Scene 3
Friday, May 1, 2009 at 12:21PM It was not often that a performer got this accolade at the Sweetwater. The crowd only ever asked someone to sing one more song, if they were really good. I would like to think that it was because of my song writing talent or my musicianship. However, I knew it had more to do with singing ‘Lady in Red’. I knew now was a perfect time to pull out a really soft personal song.
Chapter 5 - Scene 1
Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 11:11AM I watched in disgust, as Lyrical raised his half eaten bowl of Frosted Flakes and poured it into his cavernous mouth. A volcano of chocolate milk and flakes flowed down his face and onto the table. He raised his arm and smeared the milk across his face, in a vain attempt to clean himself. He was like an untrained puppy, when it came to table manners.
Chapter 5 - Scene 2
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 05:47AM The Sweetwater was almost completely unrecognisable during the day. Like a woman, who wore too much make up on a night out, it looked oddly vacuous the morning after. Inside the chairs were all stacked on tables. A strong smell of bleach stung my nostrils, as I walked to the bar. Every noise echoed through the bar. I was surprised at how big the place was. It always felt so small at night, as people crammed into every nook and cranny they could find.