Spotlight: Excerpt of Stage Fight by Mel Walker

 

She doesn’t want to be on the stage, but she’ll fight her biggest fear. For him. Mel Walker’s STAGEFIGHT is the sweetest combination of dance fiction and celebrity romance. This retelling of the Princess and the Pea will liven up any stage and is perfect for fans of The F List and Take the Lead. Part of the Internet Famous Collection, StageFight is now LIVE!
 
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Poppy:
 
The stage is no place for romance.
Hell, it’s the last place I should be. I’ve always been happy living my life as if no one is watching because frankly, they aren’t. Then my personal world is upset forcing me out of my comfort zone. In the blink of an eye, my entire world is overturned. I’m about to fight my biggest fear and it’s going to play out in front of the entire world. Why would I do this? Because of him.
 
Ali:
 
Music is my life, but the mask I wear to protect my carefully crafted persona also restricts me from evolving. A tragic event and a chance meeting have me willing to risk it all. But before I can, those that protect me insist on one thing: a hidden pea. It’s risky, ingenious, and cruel, but it will work. Only a true princess of music will be able to feel it in her bones. It’s a challenge we’re up for even if we are forced to fight for what we seek.
I’m about to give them something only she can feel. Queue the music.
This STANDALONE, modern-day fairytale retelling of the ‘Princess and the Pea’ is the sweetest combination of dance fiction and celebrity romance. Part of the Internet Famous Collection.
 
 
 
Excerpt
Copyright 2020 @ Mel Walker
 
I was right. The heat has already caused him to peel off his hoodie. I’m mesmerized at his muscles popping and straining against his tight T-shirt. He approaches quickly, too quickly. I try to hide the fact that I’ve been staring at him by slinking into the dark corner, but he rushes up and turns the corner quicker than I expected.
Our bodies collide. My green juice spatters between our chests, the cool liquid causing an instant mess. My gaze lowers to his broad, muscled chest as the liquid begins to blend into his dark T-shirt.
 
“Fudge,” I whisper and close my eyes, knowing my choice of an all-white outfit for a move is my latest epic fail. I have no one to blame but myself.
I feel the warm tingle of his finger as he lifts my chin slowly. I force open my eyes to meet his soft, sympathetic gaze.
“Sorry about that, Princess. I don’t know how I missed seeing you when it’s clearly the best sight here.”
I blink and try to process his words. “Poppy,” I whisper.
 
“Yeah, I know,” he returns.
“But you called me Princess.”
  
He takes a small step back as the liquid from the juice drips down my chest to my shorts and makes its way down my legs.
 
He whips his T-shirt off in a flash and uses the shirt like a rag, pressing it against my legs in order to stop the progress of the juice before it reaches my white Converse sneakers. “Poppy is too ordinary. You deserve to be called Princess. Princess P, it shall be.”
The insane statement is delivered like a proclamation.
 
 
 About Mel
 
Novelist, Short Story Writer, Native New Yorker and life-long frustrated NY Mets fan. I love writing about ordinary people placed in difficult situations, especially as it relates to their closest relationships. (in other words, Life).
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