Teaser from Mr. Rockstar (my WIP)

Martin guitar

Okay, I couldn’t resist. I’m still revising, hoping to finish tonight or tomorrow and send this off to my publisher, but I had to share this scene (unedited, be warned). I think it may be my favorite from the whole novel. The scene opens with Marvin (Mr. Rockstar) having just finished playing, for the first time, a song he wrote about Isabelle:

When he was done, Ian’s face was white. “Jesus, Vin. What the hell was that?”

Marvin closed his eyes, fingers still tingling from the strings. “What do you mean?”

“Fuck. You’re in love with my sister.”

Marvin’s gut seized up. Except, Ian didn’t look angry. He looked shocked. Marvin opened his mouth to say something, anything, but before he could speak, Ian continued.

“That was the best song you’ve ever written in your life. Marvin, my God…” he trailed off.

Marvin frowned, fingers splayed on the guitar like lost children. He still didn’t know what to say.

“You have more, don’t you?” Ian asked, hazel eyes penetrating. He looked a lot like his sister, suddenly.

“Yeah.” Marvin swallowed. “I have a couple more. Maybe three.” He ran the tips of his fingers down the strings, filling the room with sound. “Or four.”

Ian was already moving, shoving Marvin’s paper aside and flicking switches. “Get in the room and sing that again.”

Marvin stared. “What about your sister?”

Ian snorted. “Yeah, we’re going to have words about that. Words like: ‘Why the fuck did you leave her you asshole?’ But right now, I want to set up the microphone for your guitar.” He shoved past and went into the sound booth, dragging a cord and microphone stand with him. When he’d gotten the equipment arranged to his satisfaction, he grabbed Marvin by the shoulder and pushed him into the room. “Sit. Play.”

Marvin sat. And then he sang his damn heart out.

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