Just a quick reminder of what Rainbow Snippets is: Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).
In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.
I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.
Today's snippet is also from Desolation Angel. Last week I posted a Snippet from Chapter 3.This time, my snippet comes from about midway through the book.
Synopsis: Desolation Angel
Dare gets lost in music only he can hear; ever since he was a child the music would roll through his mind, soft at first, and then loud, drowning out everything until the rest of the world melted away. When he comes back to himself he has notes and lyrics, the base of the songs his band plays all over the city, but some days he finds himself wondering what good it is to be so talented, when the rest of his life is such a mess. His music is his passion but sometimes it interferes with simple things, like taking a shower without being in there for hours, or cooking a meal without nearly burning down the house. He wonders if giving up the music will give him a chance at a 'normal' life and the love of the man he adores, so when the opportunity comes to ‘fix’ himself, he jumps at it. But fate has a funny way of twisting things up and ‘normal’ is just a state of mind, isn’t it? While Dare struggles to change everything he believes is wrong with himself, secrets are revealed, loyalties and relationships are tested, and the band is offered the kind of opportunity that comes along once in a lifetimes.
****Slightly more than 6 Sentences, but I felt the lead in was needed ****
I couldn’t play when I was pushing so hard not to ‘dream’, and it wasn’t just from the headaches. It was like the music was gone. I couldn’t tap into it. I mean, the notes were there on paper, I could play them, but I couldn’t play them. The music is the only place where I’m really able to contribute.”
“So then it felt different to you, to play the music that was written versus playing it from the heart?”
Dare nodded. “Yeah, of course it did. Anyone who can read music can play it, but not everyone can feel it. You know?”
Dr. Hozman leaned forward, studying him intently. “Have you ever considered that the fact you can ‘feel’ it makes you special?”
Dare scowled. “I don’t think it makes me special. Just different. Like with every goddamned thing else.”
Dr. Hozman gave him a little smile. “And now it seems as if we’ve gotten to the heart of the matter.”