Rock Ballad

Rock Ballad

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WE SAT ON his bed listening to the smooth sound of Greta Van Fleet from the stereo, he was a total metal head, so getting him to listen to the Anthem of the Peaceful Army was hard enough. "It just doesn't match my dynamic, music should be exciting and exhilarating, something that makes you wanna take your shirt off and dance on a table." He whined for the millionth time. "Music is not like alcohol, it's like drugs, there are the kind that give you adrenaline and then there are those that slow you down get you looking at things." I replied, strumming his guitar to the tune. "When I met you I felt a whole rush of emotions, sad, scared. God, I thought you were dead." He mused. "When I met you, I was drowsy and slow and... peaceful." I replied. I turned my gaze to his face, his beautiful face and said, "when you make your music you can make people feel anything and everything." He looked at me in complete adoration, like I just told him I once went to the moon. "I want them to feel what you make me feel, like I'm flying at full speed to the sun." I leaned in, giving him a full heartfelt kiss, now I didn't want to leave, I just wanted to stay in this room, on this bed, with him and only him forever.
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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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