Okay, here I am again, wavering on when my next novel, Someone Like Them, will be released. I'm on the last editing of the book to make sure that I release the best quality product possible. My efforts in getting the book out have been interupted by my other writing passion, playwriting. Over this pass year I've won quite a few playwriting contest. My work has been selected as finalist or semi-finalist in even more contest, and I've been deeply involved in the future production of yet another one of my plays. All of this has taken time away from the promotion of the release of Someone Like Them, and when you 're in this business promotion is a must!
Then, lo and behold, the chance of a lifetime has popped up with my latest play contest win. I won the right to control the full production of my work and will be provided the budget to do so. What was already limited time will now become even more limited time to promote my book, not that I'm complaining. My love for what I do and my gratitude for the writing talent that God has bestowed on me is endless. Meanwhile, I'm still not sure whether I'll delay the release of Someone Like Them until June. Actually, one more month is no big deal. We'll see.
Whatever the case, below is the Prologue to Someone Like Them. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
Wanda stood bathed in the glare of the brilliant spotlight with tears streaming down her face. The audience was singing a love song, just for her.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot…
How could it ever be?
And never brought to mind?
Not brought to mind? That was impossible.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot…
This was the end.
And auld lang syne?
This was her last performance.
For auld lang syne, my friend…
The most important people in her life were beyond those lights. Her mother, Faith, her younger sisters Melanie and Jolene, her granddaughters, Raven and Racine…
For auld lang syne,
And her beloved godmother, Miss Emma.
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
Yes, everyone she loved was present, except the ones she loved beyond comprehension—her children.
For auld lang syne.
The song filling the Broadway theatre morphed into a chant in celebration of Wanda Carson’s extraordinary rise to stardom.
Lady C! Lady C! Lady C!
Standing center stage, a vision in gold, bathed in the spotlight, Wanda accepted the adulation and deafening applause. Torrents of tears smeared her glittering makeup. No one would have guessed that they weren’t tears of joy.
For the past eighteen months, she stood on this stage, singing her heart out. Every song that she sang was for her children. Every tear that she shed, past and present, onstage and off, was for the three of them.
The curtain came down. The spotlight faded. The last performance was over. Or was it just beginning?
