Before the Spotlight

Before the Spotlight

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Romance
Meet Emma Kane; it's more than likely you've already heard of her. She's America's golden girl, a dazzling chart-topper with the kind of meteoric rise to fame you'd find in a fairytale. Her kilowatt smile is plastered on every tabloid, her voice plays nonstop on the radio, and every concert that she performs is to a sold-out stadium. Meet Emma Kane. She's just another teenage girl, a sort-of loner who just barely fits in. Most of her free time is spent playing the guitar in her room or scribbling down lyrics, because music is the only thing in which she can really let herself go. Maybe someday she'll sing for real, live people instead of bedroom walls.Then again, maybe not. This is not the tale of an international superstar. This is not about red carpets, paparazzi, or double platinum albums. This is the story of a girl before the spotlight.
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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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