Rain! Rain again! Marguerite thought, as she woke up in her hotel room
in London. She didn’t even have to look, because she could hear the
heavy raindrops pinging on the windows of her hotel room. What was she
going to do all day with it pouring like that again? All the plans to
take tours around the city were on hold for yet another day. Day two in
London―of the personal holiday she was taking for herself―and all
she could think of was how she would be held hostage for another day, by
Being a hostage was something she was used to though. At twenty-seven,
she felt she had been held hostage her whole life by her parents―her
strict Italian father and her mother, who always cowered to his old
fashion ways. She had lived under a rock for twenty-seven years, but not
anymore. No more being terrified of her parents or anything else.
She remembered getting the phone call from the police saying there had
been an accident, on a country road back in Pennsylvania. Both her
parents had been killed immediately when they swerved off the road to
avoid hitting a deer. At first she'd felt sorrow and shock. Then she
stopped feeling bad, and realized that she was finally out of prison.
She didn’t feel bad; she felt relief. At twenty-seven, she could
finally control her own life and do things she'd always dreamed of. What
Marguerite did feel bad about was not feeling bad about it anymore.
The day was already dreary though, and she didn’t want to make it
worse by thinking about a life she wanted to put behind her. She had
just woken up from a twenty-seven-year nightmare. She had finally been
born. Now she just had to decide what to do with the rest of her life in
order to make it something worth living for.
* * *
Rain again! Chase thought, as he looked out the window of the recording
studio. His band-mates were there with him, but he felt very alone. Ten
straight days of rain and gray. He was stressed enough. Why couldn’t
the sun come out even for a little while, to help lessen this pain and
anxiety? He had something terrible he was thinking of doing. It would
kill his three best friends. No … not friends. His three brothers. To
call them friends―even best friends―would be an insult. The weight
of that decision was killing him too. How could he tell them he didn’t
want to record anymore? How could he tell his brothers that he
couldn’t go on the road … not even one more time?
He knew they knew. Anyone who saw him knew. The deep circles under his
eyes gave him away. Everyone knew he wasn’t sleeping or eating. He
couldn’t look at any of them in the face. Not Blake, who was his
oldest brother at 24. Not Drew, who was the same age as Chase, at 23.
And not Quinn, who was only 21 but acted like he was 51.
His brothers were all just waiting for him to say it out loud and prayed
for some kind of miracle.
Excerpted from "The Band 4: The Air We Breathe" by Marguerite Nardone Gruen. Copyright © 2016 by Marguerite Nardone Gruen. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Marguerite Nardone Gruen
Marguerite Nardone Gruen grew up in North Eastern Pa where she still resides with her husband of 36 years. Her first Novel 'The Band 4 - The Air We Breathe' came about from a dream she had that she couldn't stop thinking about. Weeks later she felt she had to sit down and write it out because it was so powerful - still on her mind. 300 pages later she had her first novel having had no aspirations to ever become a writer. She felt that dream was telling her something and felt that strongly about it. After many requests to keep the story going - it will now be a trilogy. The second book 'Ed - For Love And Hope' will be going to the publisher sometime Feb 2017.
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