Authors: Jill S. Alexander
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Love & Romance, #Performing Arts, #Music, #Social Issues, #Friendship
A rhythm I couldn’t escape hung in the air. I heard a heartbeat I’d never forget. It would always be with me. I set my stride to the pulse in my memory and pushed on. Wide-open.
The sweet smell of the first hay of the season drifted across the pasture. I walked to the hangar. I wanted the feel of the Prosper County dirt beneath my boots. I wanted to breathe under the broad night sky. I wanted to drum. I wanted to dance—if not at the pier, somewhere. The sun had gone, disappeared, pulling a trail of darkness over us all. But a crescent moon, a silver sliver, floated above the horizon. And Venus burned next to it. She shines the brightest right after the sunset.
CAL’S LYRIC JOURNAL
with Paisley and Waylon
GOOD MOURNING SONG
You left before I could say good-bye
Time rolls on and so do I
You taught us to trust in our best, own the moment, screw the rest
You’d expect nothing less
Than for us to write you a good mourning song.
The sun comes up and I want to cry
Shake a fist at God, and wonder why
But you’d find that a waste of time, put on your boots, and move along
You would move along
Taking with you your good mourning song.
You showed me things aren’t always what they seem
One man’s hobby is another man’s dream
You were wild rides and warm sweet kisses
You were burn the candle at both ends and make two wishes
You’d leave no regrets
So this is your good mourning song.
We’re still taking the drums and guitars high
Rolling with your spirit that stayed behind
So the door slammed, we’ll bust a window
Go wide-open, a bright beyond
And we will sing your good mourning song.
A new day, and this good morning song.
From the muse that is country music to a bound book with a rockin’ cover, I get by with a little help from my friends:
My agent, Michael Bourret, who encouraged me to put my stamp on the “band book” genre. Boot-stamped.
My editor, Liz Szabla, whose patience and guidance delivered the melody of
The teams/roadies at the Society of Children’s Books Writers and Illustrators, and Feiwel and Friends, whose support is as steady as the backbeat to a song.
My jam session/critique partners, Erin, Linda, Martha, and Sharon, who know how to get down to the nitty-gritty.
Friends and groupies, including Stacy and Blake, Katie and Sarah, Craig and Catherine, who not only read, but cheer me up.
My husband, Jon, who believes when I can’t, and holds my hand as we run this dream down.
And the forever fun-loving William, my son, who has both endured and survived socially despite my carpool tendencies to blare Southern rock and country with the windows wide open.
Hey, hey, Big Red.… It’s how I roll!
An Imprint of Macmillan
Copyright © 2011 by Jill S. Alexander. All rights reserved. For information, address Feiwel and Friends, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Alexander, Jill (Jill Shurbet)
Paradise / Jill S. Alexander. — 1st ed.
Summary: Teenaged Paisley Tillery dreams a career as a professional drummer will take her out of her small Texas town, but when her country rock band gets a handsome new lead singer from Paradise, Texas, those dreams may change.
[1. Bands (Music)—Fiction. 2. Drummers (Musicians)—Fiction. 3. Country rock music—Fiction. 4. Ambition—Fiction. 5. Love—Fiction. 6. Family life—Texas—Fiction. 7. Texas—Fiction.] I. Title.
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First Edition: 2011
First Feiwel and Friends eBook Edition: July 2011