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Gideon Lee

(The Starlight Chronicles #1)
by Lisa Orchard

YA Contemporary
Paperback & ebook, 131 Pages
October 21st 2014 by Eskape Press

Summary

Lark Singer’s relationship with her mother is prickly to say the least. As she enters a musical competition that could launch her career, Lark also searches for answers her mother would rather keep hidden. Throw into the mix the fact her best friend Bean has been acting strangely, and Lark finds herself launched into uncharted territory. Will her quest for answers sabotage her musical aspirations?

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Excerpt

As I shred my Gibson, my troubles float away with the notes I create. Music has always been a release for me. As I relax lyrics form and I’m singing the words floating through my brain.

You’re like a rainstorm on a dry parched desert…
That’s what you do to my soul…
You fill that dry empty hole
Where my heart used to be
You turn it from dust to lush beauty…
You do all this with the warmth of your smile…
A touch of your hand…
I’d walk for a mile for that touch…

I send a riff to Bean and he gives me a quick grin as he finishes with a drum roll and the crash of his cymbal. “Those are awesome lyrics,” Bean says, but I catch the gleam in his eye and prepare for his teasing. “If you’re into that mushy crap.”

“Shut up.” I give him one of my death glares.

“No, really. It’s great. You must be singing about me,” he says and winks at Stevie. “That’s what I do to your soul.”

“That’s what music does to my soul,” I retort with a smug smile, even though I feel the heat of a blush spreading over me. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Sure. Chickie. Sure.” Bean leans back on his stool and stretches his hands over his head. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to admit, you’ve got the hots for me.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Don’t you wish!”

While Bean and I are having this exchange, Stevie’s unplugging his guitar and putting it away.

“Awww…come on. One more song,” Bean protests.

Stevie shakes his head. “I can’t. I’ve got a test tomorrow.” He shoots Bean an apologetic smile and puts his guitar in its case. Bean and I watch in silence, as he prepares to leave. “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow,” he says, buttoning up his coat.

“Yeah. Later, dude.” Bean gives him a wave of his drumstick. Then he points it at me and says, “One more song.”

“Sure.” I stand and push the button on the garage door. It rumbles to life, groaning as it rises.

We watch Stevie stroll away, his guitar case strapped to his back bouncing with his movements. Before he disappears, he turns and gives us a final wave. I close the garage door and pick up my guitar once more.

“Let’s work on that first one again,” Bean says as he gets into position.

I rifle through the lead sheets until I come to the first song we played. I like the energy in this tune; so far, it’s my favorite out of all the music we’ve cranked out today. I look at Bean and he gives me the nod. That quick dip of his head telling me he’s ready. It’s a classic Beaner move.

After this last song, I’m exhausted. Bean begs to continue playing, but I protest, telling him I have homework too. I’m amazed at his energy.

“I could play for ten more hours,” he tells me as he steps from behind his drums and stretches.

“I can tell.” I give him an exasperated look. “All of these songs have potential.” I wave at the lead sheets. “Even though we couldn’t play, you’ve been busy.”

“You got that right, Chickie.”

“Well… I hate to kick you out, but I’m starving.”

He holds his hands up in front of him as if he were surrendering. “I’m going, I’m going.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Later,” he says as he pulls on his coat and shoves his drumsticks into his back pocket. Bean turns and waits for me to hit the garage door opener. As it rises, he ducks under it and disappears into the night. I stroll forward, wrapping my sweater around me, hugging myself against the cold.

A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth as I watch him disappear under a street light and then reappear minutes later under another one, his blond hair flopping with his signature gangly walk. I watch him until he’s gone.

Blowing on my hands to warm them, I turn and stare at the full moon. It hangs low in the sky like a snow white Christmas ornament hanging on a thin branch of an evergreen tree. I marvel at its awesome brilliance. The sky is so clear and the moon feels so close that I can almost reach out and touch it.

About the Author

Lisa Orchard grew up loving books. Hooked on mysteries by the fifth grade, she even wrote a few of her own. She knew she wanted to be a writer even then. Her first series, “The Super Spies,” has reached bestseller status.

After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree, she spent many years in the insurance industry, pining to express her creative side. The decision to stay home with her children gave her the opportunity to follow her dream and become a writer. She currently resides in Rockford Michigan with her husband, Steve, and two wonderful boys. Currently, she’s working on a Coming of Age Young Adult series called The Starlight Chronicles. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, running, hiking, and reading.

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