Monday, October 28, 2013

Trick or Treat K7- DAMSELS

Title: Damsels
Category: NA 
Genre: Contemporary
Word Count: 95,000

Pitch:
Briar is a former choir singer, Savvy is her beautiful best friend, and Margo is a musician-turned-recovering junkie—three very different girls, with more than one thing in common.

They all love the same guy, the lead vocalist who expresses himself best through song.

But he can only be the white knight for one girl—and when he finds out the other thing they have in common, he might be the one who needs saving.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? The Little Mermaid, minus the red hair— if I had to pick one Disney damsel, it would be her, for her fearlessness and that beautiful voice, and because she did it all for a boy and wasn’t afraid to take a leap of faith to be part of his world. Oh, and my hair is pink—which is technically the next closest thing to red! 
Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? DAMSELS tells the story of Briar, a girl who leaves the life she knows to go on the road with her best friend and a trio of traveling musicians struggling to become a cohesive unit after losing their troubled lead singer—but the higher the patched-up band’s star ascends, the more their own secrets begin to eclipse their success. It’s Gossip Girl meets Almost Famous—heartbreak, deceit, and betrayal set in a musical culture where what happens in the band doesn’t always stay there.

First 250 Words:
I saw him first, but loved him second. And when he is onstage and you’re one of a hundred girls in the crowd, being first is everything.

“Whoever that is, consider me the future mother of his children,” Savvy says, fanning her face with her tray. “For him, I’d be on my back in five seconds flat.”

I watch Savvy watch him onstage, trying not to mentally picture what she’ll be doing with him backstage when the show is over. The heat has made her skin dewy with sweat and her hair cling to her neck, the color of damp sand often imitated with something from a box. The same broken air conditioning that left me peeling my tank top off my sweaty lower back has only served to amplify Savvy’s beauty.

“As opposed to the full ten seconds it takes other guys?” I say. Savvy swats me with a coaster. I’m joking, of course, but I know she staked her claim. That’s how the rules of friendship work when you’re a girl. It’s all about who sees him first. And she made him hers before she even knew his name.

He was an unlikely candidate: late for his own show, staggering onstage with a surprising amount of grace for somebody in heavy boots who had obviously spent some pre-show quality time with a liquor bottle. I never gave much thought to how difficult it would be to stagger gracefully until I saw him do it.

And his lateness didn’t go unnoticed. 

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