Brenda over at Brenda Drake Writes…under the influence of coffee is hosting a really fun contest that I’m participating in. And I need your help! Here I’ve posted the first 250ish words of my manuscript, MELISMA. I need critiques, so here it is for critique! I’m trying to make it the best I can so I have a shot at winning a critique from agent Natalie Fischer. 🙂
PS. If I get some good critiques today, I’ll edit this and post the rewrite tomorrow.
Name: Karen Krueger
Genre: YA urban fantasy
The very first time I remember my mom telling me her secret about music and magic, the only light came from the moon and the lightning bugs in our backyard. I was snuggled up to her, listening to her hum a song that seemed to harmonize with the cicadas, as she kept the beat with the creaking of the porch swing, pushing it back and forth with one foot. My twin brother Isaac sat on her other side, playing with the seam on her jeans.
She stopped humming for a moment, and whispered, “Tessa, I want to tell you a secret. . . . Music is magic.” She looked down at me, into my eyes when she said that. “The magic gathers up inside of you and if you do it just right, you can change the world with a song.”
I felt a sense of wonder then. A tingling in my chest. And I knew that I wanted to be a singer. It was probably in the silly, little kid kind of way: “I want to be a singer when I grow up!” But I didn’t quite grow out of it. I mean, now I don’t literally believe music is magic—which I, eh hem, thought until I was eight. But even now at seventeen, when I sing I want it to feel like magic.
Standing in the stage wings of the Rialto theatre, the only light comes from the house lights seeping around the edges of the curtains, reminding me of that night when I was six.