Published: February 8th, 2014
Sometimes love is more than tragedy or bliss. Ambitious twenty-two-year-old Lexie Waters is intent on taking the advertising world by storm. When she’s offered the soon-to-be open position she’s been vying for at a swanky advertising agency, there’s only one last summer separating her from dreams of corporate success. Still bitter from catching her boyfriend cheating, she heads out for a night of fun to see her favorite band, Devil’s Garden, but fun turns into utter embarrassment when she insults the enticingly confident lead singer, Van Sinclair.
Van is intrigued by Lexie’s ability to resist his charm and secretly obtains her cell number. Shocked but eager to get to know this captivating rocker, Lexie accepts Van’s invitation to see his next show, which requires an overnight stay. The overwhelming feelings that follow take them both by surprise, and with two months left before starting her sought after new position, Lexie joins the tour. As she’s catapulted into the world of groupies and wild parties, she questions Van’s commitment to her.
So what happens at summer’s end when time runs out?
Why Music Inspires My Writing
Bone-rattling drums vibrating through your chest, the scream of an electric guitar sending sweet melodies along the air waves, a crisp raw voice cutting through the dark of the night, Is there anything more magical than experiencing your favorite rock anthem?
I’ve always thought of music as pure emotion. A story played out through melodies and lyrics to create an audio version of exactly what a person in that situation would be feeling. Fast hardcore chords mimic frustration and anger while slow soft melodies imitate love and sometimes heartbreak. Music expresses the human soul in a unique way, just like a book can.
When I started my journey as a writer, I combined my passion for music as well as my love of romance to create Blissful Tragedy. I was never the girl who wanted to ride off into the sunset on a white horse with Prince Charming. I was the girl who wanted to hop on the tour bus and ride off with a hot rock God that everyone wanted, but was all mine. What better way to start a story than with your own personal fantasy? I sat down with my laptop, fired up my IPod, and placed my ear buds in my ears. I was ready to snag my rock God.
As I plotted out my story I thought about my favorite songs, the stories that I can’t get enough of and can listen to over and over again. What would it be like to be in one of those songs? Would capturing the heart of my hot, sexy, rock God be everything I thought it would? I sank back into my couch, closed my eyes, and drifted off into the fantasy music world. As my mind experienced the adventure, the storyline for Blissful Tragedy played out like a movie in my head. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and began to type.
Every night I couldn’t wait to submerge myself back into my fantasy rock world. I repeated the same process night after night, writing while gathering inspiration from my favorite tunes. I needed some new material, so I rummaged through the shelves of my closet and checked out the inventory. I’ve gathered quite a collection of cd’s, records, and cassette tapes over the years. I pulled out the oldies but goodies and played a variety of different tracks, some happy and some sad but all of them creating new emotional adventures for Lexie and Van. As the music flowed through me and onto the pages, I thought about my fairytale. Is there always a happily ever after or do real fairytales contain some type of tragic force that just won’t let life be perfect, a blissful tragedy.
About the author:Romance author by night, pharmacist by day, Amy Gale loves rock music and the feel of sand between her toes. She attended Wilkes University where she graduated with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree. In addition to writing, she enjoys baking, scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach. She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, six cats, and golden retriever.
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