Jamie Magee dropped by the virtual offices to share an excerpt from her novel, SEE. Since it’s a long weekend for most of us in the States, it’s the perfect time to discover new authors and books. Please enjoy Jamie’s excerpt! Purchase links are below.
About the book:
I glanced up and noticed that a new band had begun to play. I turned down the song that was playing in my headphones and listened through my open window. I could hear a nervous anxiety in the lead vocalist, but his audience was forgiving as they screamed and danced to the music. By the time he reached the chorus, his anxieties were gone and he took over the stage he was on. It always made me smile when I witnessed someone take ownership of their talent. They played their set, then three more bands played. I liked what I heard and made a mental note to find their music.
Madison came back to my car all alone. She was literally dancing as she walked – I guess all the caffeine in her system was starting to take effect. I got out and slid on my hood, careful not to let my boots make a mark. Madison crawled up beside me.
“Having fun?” I asked half-heartedly.
“Not yet,” she said, lying against my windshield.
“What were you doing?”
“Looking for backup – it’s kinda exhausting being around you.”
“What are you talking about – you need energy drinks to be around me?” I said in an amused tone.
She didn’t answer me. She sat up and looked at the stage. We both clapped as the band that was playing finished their set and left the stage.
“I think we should go closer for the next band,” she said, sliding down off the hood. “I like this spot,” I said, refusing to move. “Who’s playing anyway?”
“They don’t really have a name – the lead singer’s name is…Draven.”
My eyes grew wide as I looked at her in utter shock – could there be two? Was the Draven I saw today about to sing? My heart started to race, and my ears began to burn. I pulled my hood up and tried to find a calm expression, but it was useless.
“Know the name?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“No – yeah – I saw him earlier, if that’s the same guy. I think my mom knows his dad.”
“Same one. Draven Michaels.”
“Do you remember him from when we were little?” I asked as I tried to find the air to breathe. He wasn’t even on stage, and I couldn’t control myself. Why did he do that to me?
“I don’t think my memory is the one that should be in question,” she answered, looking anxiously at the stage.
I followed her stare. The lights were out, but the screen behind the stage was white and was blinking on and off rapidly. Throughout almost all of the other bands, the crowd had lingered by their cars or were having conversations over the music. They still moved to the music and cheered, making them a good crowd to perform in front of – but to say the least, their attention was divided. As if on cue, everyone in the field and the cars around us moved to the stage. The crowd, including Madison, screamed as the shadowed images of Draven and his band came to the stage. My heart pounded against my chest as I studied his perfect silhouette holding a guitar and adjusting his mic. He was just too perfect. The stage enhanced every part of his tall, lean body.
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