So I scheduled the previous post and then revised my first chapter….forgetting to change it in my scheduled post. I’ve actually moved that very beginning part to later on the first page and this is my new first 245 words. If you’re feeling nice you can read both and tell me if either one is better or whatever. 🙂 Thanks!
(PS. There’s a fun pitch contest going on over at YATopia! Go enter!)
**Update: Revised again (hopefully with a little bit tighter writing) at 12:50pm on Mar 21st***
YA Urban Fantasy
A red velvet curtain is the only thing that stands between me and the buzzing audience as they fill their seats. I want to peek through and get a little glimpse, but the stage manager is already giving me dirty looks for being on his stage.
I close my eyes and imagine what I’ll see when I go out to sing—a full house. The noise thrums in my ears, and I capture the moment. My arm hairs stand on end, and I feel the familiar excitement tighten in my chest, accompanied by the slightest bit of damp palms and nail biting.
I love it.
Smiling, I leave the stage and act like I’m heading back to the green room to wait like a good little girl, but after a few steps I turn to see if any of the crew watches me. No one notices, so I sneak back into a dark corner of the wing, tiptoeing to keep my heels from clicking. I melt into the darkness, letting my black formal dress blend me into my surroundings, and push on the poofy skirt to make myself smaller.
With five minutes to go before the start of the competition, people in black bustle around, too busy to notice an out of the way corner. Once and a while a crew member will flick on a little light here and there, like fireflies moving around backstage.
Like on the night I was six and my mom told me a secret about music.