Rising Star

Rising Star

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I took a deep breath in and out and started to sing the chorus of California girls. "California girls, we're unforgettable. Daisy dukes, bikini's on top." I sang quietly trying to ignore the weird looks I was getting. The lift walls started to get closer and my breathing quickened. "Sun kissed skin, so hot we'll melt your popsicle." I sang even quieter. "Hey, sing up you sound good!" A deep voice next to me spoke. I glanced up at them and quickly returned my gaze to my feet before clutching my mouth and falling to the ground. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder which calmed me and my breathing started to return to normal. Mira, is an average 17 year old who has experienced panic attacks for 7 years of her life. When one gets too much she turns to something that always calms her... singing. Once Fletcher Richards hears her voice he is fascinated by her immediately and makes it his mission for Mira to be the star she's destined to be.
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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