Today, I’m welcoming KG Fletcher to my blog. If you’re looking for the challenge – check under “15 minutes to write.” Have a good one!
By KG Flectcher
Her heart searched for a melody. Will the love song she finally hears be loud enough to drown out the screaming memories of her past?
Back-up singer Casey lived the old anthem, “work hard, play harder.” When she meets handsome sub-drummer, Sam Wildner on a gig, their attraction is immediate. The two musicians forge ahead in a dizzy rhythm of passion and music, both impressed by each other’s harmonious abilities. When Sam learns of Casey’s family trauma involving her sister’s abusive ex-boyfriend, he commits to being there for her and her young niece who is caught in the middle.
The melody of their love song rings loudly in Casey’s ears as she and Sam navigate the precarious fast lane of jealousy, murder and rock ‘n roll.
Casey stared at her reflection in the hotel bathroom in disbelief. Her false eyelashes from the show the night before clung haphazardly to her eyelids, looking more like insects than lashes. She pulled them off quickly, shaking her head in disgust. She covered her face in makeup remover and started to clean off the heavy show makeup just as her phone pinged with a text message. Sitting on the toilet lid, she woozily looking at the screen.
“I won…” It was a message from Sam that included a smiley face emoji.
She immediately texted back. “How did I get to my room? OMG, I’m mortified!”
Her phone rang. She hesitated before answering, not sure if she was ready to hear about her after-hours escapades. She was disgusted with herself for letting her drinking get away from her—again. She usually only drank beer and had no idea why she’d started drinking the hard stuff in front of her friends. Perhaps she was trying to feel relaxed around Sam, whom she was genuinely attracted to. And then, of course, he started egging her on in their little impromptu drinking contest. Why did she play along? What had gotten into her?
“Hello?” Her voice was raspy and she realized she was dying of thirst, the very thought of gin making her gag.
“Hey you. How ya feeling darlin’’?” She could tell that Sam was smiling on the other end.
“Ummm. How do you think I’m feeling?”
“Was I a complete idiot? Did I embarrass you in any way?” She suddenly felt nauseous thinking about all the drunken scenarios that could have happened in her vulnerable state. If her overprotective sister knew what she had done, she’d be livid.
“No. You were a very good girl. A little drunk and quiet, but very good. Rocky and I helped you back to your room. I hope you don’t mind that I had to look through your little purse to get out your room key.”
“Oh…. yes, that’s okay. That’s fine.” She fingered the soiled washcloth in her hand, not sure what to say.
“I have your jacket. You left it in my room—”
“I was in your room?” She started to panic.