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Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles
"I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I ju...
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Darien Grace
"Good morning, my name's Aleisha! Are you a festival volunteer?" I grit my teeth at the overly peppy voice. I'd been up for the majority of the night before trying to memorize the music the festival organizer had settled on for the first day. The progressions were meant for a fiddle, not a classically trained violinist. My fingers were red and raw after hours of trying to follow the racing progressions and staccato rhythm. Not to mention the fact that I'd just come off yet another five hour shift at Daniel's.
Now, was six thirty in the morning. What the hell did Sally-Rah-Rah have to be so goddamn chipper about? I glared at her from behind my RayBans. The unrelenting Autumn sun was already beating down; though, it did nothing to chase away the chill that came with late October.
When I'd stumbled into my room and kicked my heals off the night before, Leala was already strewn across my bed. She and Jas fed me Jack all night. They'd said that it was to mentally prepare me for today, but they were lying cunts. The only prep that came out of the bottle was a killer hangover and a six a.m. wakeup call.
"If I say "yes" will you lower the decibels?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. I hadn't messed with it at all after my shower the night before and it was a disaster. I'd simply rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Yes, I was sure the Madame was right. The University would certainly be glad to have me back.
Jas handed me a tote as soon as we'd gotten out of the car. She'd stuck my curling iron and makeup kit inside along with lord knows what else. I hefted the bag and my violin case up higher into my arms in a failed attempt to brace myself against the chilled autumn wind.
Sally-Rah-Rah blinked back at me several times, her too wide smile faltering slightly. "I'm sorry? This is volunteer check-in for the Halloween-Harvest Festival!" She flipped her thick, heavily curled brown ponytail. I shit you not, she actually fucking flipped it. All she needed was a ridiculous pleated skirt and a pair of pompoms to complete the image cartwheeling around in my head. It was giving me a migraine.
"You were class president and captain of the cheer squad or some shit weren't you, Sally?" I drawled, propping a hand on my hip. By the time I finally made it downstairs this morning, Caleb proclaimed we were running late; he refused to let us stop for Starbucks. It was six thirty in the morning and I hadn't had any fucking caffeine, and now I had to deal with Sally-Rah-Rah. The Madame better have been able to get me credit for this.
"Oh my God! How did you know? I was also in charge of Key Club and student activities. Oh and my name is Aleisha, not Sally," She was practically beaming despite my blatant disregard for her name. She straightened her already pristine down coat, fluffing her black and orange scarf. Lovely.
"Oh, mon Dieu! Autant pour moi!" (Oh my god! My mistake!) I cheered, bouncing up and down on my toes in faux excitement. Immediately my head chastised the movement.
