on December 7th, 2017
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When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops.
I was the awkward musician, and she was the high school queen.The only things we had in common were our music and our loneliness.
Something in her eyes told me her smile wasn’t always the truth.Something in her voice gave me a hope I always wished to find.And in a flash, she was gone.
Years later, she was standing in front of me on a street in New Orleans.She was different, but so was I. Life made us colder. Harder. Isolated.
Even though we were different, the broken pieces of me recognized the sadness in her.Now she was back, and I wouldn’t make the mistake of letting her go again.
When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops.When we met again, I became her darkest storm.
Review: Behind the Bars by Brttainy C. Cherry
Brittainy C Cherry does it again! She is just a word magician and can turn any story into an amazing piece of work. She just is a master of storytelling and she always brings us amazing heart felt stories that pull at every heart string! She has quickly become a favorite author and I don’t a miss a new release from her! If you’ve not discovered her talents, go one click her latest Behind the Bars! I like to go into books blind and I was just blown away with this one. Behind the Bars was a huge 5 star read and one I would highly recommend! This is a standalone complete novel.
At only sixteen, Jasmine has been groomed to be the next pop star. Her mother has pushed and worked her on being the triple threat and anything but perfection is not acceptable. She’s always moved from city to city working on her craft until they finally took up roots in New Orleans. She soon discovers the soul of city and the music that flows through it. She knows down in her bones that this is where she belongs. This is the music that speaks to her.
While walking around the city one day, Jasmin is drawn to a saxophone player. She is mesmerized by the boy playing. She recognized him as a boy from her school. Elliott is used to be bullied by the kids he goes to school with. He’s an awkwardly skinny kid and is used to being invisible. When Jasmine befriends him, it seems like things may change for him. But fate is a cruel one and right when Jasmine and Elliot’s friendship starts to blossom, Jasmine’s mother uproots them again and they move to England to work with a new manager.
The chain of events that follow will devastate and mold Jasmine and Elliott into their adult lives. They’ve been apart from each other for years and when Jasmine returns to New Orleans, she must break through the walls Elliott has erected. Can music be their connection like it was so many years ago. How will they be able to themselves after behind apart. You will need to read Behind the Bars to find out!
By the way, what happened to Todd’s nose?” I asked.
“I broke it,” Elliott said matter-of-factly.
“What? How? Why?”
He shrugged before turning to look out the window. “He called you a bad name.”
“What was it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Eli,” I started.
He turned my way and locked his hazel eyes with my browns. “Jazz…” He shook his head. “It wasn’t true.”
I swallowed hard, a big part of me certain Todd’s words held some form of truth.
Elliott saw it in me—my fear. He kept shaking his head and whispered, “I don’t feel sorry for you. Sometimes you look at me like you think I feel sorry for you, and I want you to know I don’t. I think you’re perfect the way you are.”
I quietly laughed at him repeating the words I’d told him earlier. A few tears rolled down my cheeks. “I’m a little messed up.”
“I know.” He nodded. “That’s why I like you.”
He went back to staring out the window, and I kept staring at him.
And there it was.
So small, so tiny, so real.
It wasn’t love, but it was the beginning of it.
I knew I was young, and I knew it was stupid, but in that moment, I began to fall in love with the quiet boy who quietly cared for me. The boy who was scared and still strong. The boy who stood up for me when he was surrounded by reasons not to do such a thing. I hadn’t known much about love. I hadn’t known how it looked, felt, or tasted. I hadn’t known how it moved, how it flowed, but I knew my heart was tight and currently skipping a few beats. I understood the goose bumps covering my arms. I knew this stuttering boy who was sometimes so scared was someone worth loving. He was worth being the first one I gave my heart to.
I knew Elliott Adams was love.
And I was falling into him so fast.