Where do I begin? Lets start from the beginning. I'm Amelia, better known as a 15 year old so called 'average girl'. Please, I'm not popular, in any way, shape or form. I'm not classed as a popular person, yet not a stereotypical nerd either. I'm not hot, or pretty or in any way or shape appealing at all; I just couldn't be any of that at all, even if I tried! One thing I am is boring, for sure! Well it seems that way. Everyone thinks that. I just know they do! I'm classified as 'boring' and 'unexciting' because I want to do well and to have a happy and 'assured' future. Damn! When I put it that way, I sound even more duller than ever! I guess I'm just... average.
I love acting , a powerful way of expressing myself in creative ways, one day I want to become an actress. As much as this dream seems distant, it feels near too.
What If I told you I was not your average school girl? What If I told you there were things that were certain things that must be concealed in my life? Things, which could potentially break me, shattering me into countless of fractals within a single riven second.  Things that would leave me both exposed and demolished, all in one go.
If I told you, would you laugh at me? Would you judge me? Don't lie. You know you would. Although you tell me you wouldn't, I just know you will.How Do I know? I just do! Anyways worse things will happen if the word slips out, plus I'm not ready to enter that valley of agony just yet.
That's why I'm not taken any chances.
I am Amelia Aria Costello. This is my story.
A musically talented teen with her sights set on the spotlight must find a way to get her life back when she falls in with the mob.
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In a city where con artists make the rules and aspiring females wear sequins and dance with a pole, Melody Holiday refuses to ride on the coattails of her semi-famous grandfather. She wants the freedom to choose her own path to showbiz greatness. When a chance meeting with a handsome stranger provides Mel with an opportunity, she thinks she's landed the big one. But her grandpa isn't thrilled with the direction Mel's career is going, and it's not until she stumbles across something she probably shouldn't have that this becomes clear. Perhaps meeting the stranger with the Rocky Balboa eyes wasn't by chance. Maybe Mel is rubbing elbows with the kind of people who could take away her freedom for good.
This story is loosely based on the author's feral youth. So, if you like your fiction shaken not stirred with a sprinkle of badboy on the rim, NEON GIRL delivers the goods; giving readers a dose of drama, a dash of romance, and a heaping helping of Las Vegas schmaltz. Oh, and there's a killer playlist, too.
WATTYS WINNER!
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