Genre: Mainstream Fiction
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Synopsis: Karaoke
Gordon Blakely just wanted to live a normal life. Unfortunately, his father passed away in a car accident, leaving Gordon to help his mother with his two twin sisters, Emma and Mackenzie. One night, a fed up Gordon ducks into a karaoke bar, remembering that his father was big on such things. After getting drunk (not something he's real proud of), Gordon decides to give it a try. It turns out, Gordon is a big hit, and he starts coming to the Karaoke place regularly. The Karaoke bar had been run down and close to closing, but with the support of Gordon's voice, it begins to bring in business again. Unfortunately, one of the richest men in town wanted to buy out the bar, close it down, and use its plot for his own purposes. He sends his thug of a son, who is Gordon's age, to beat him out of singing. Will Gordon be able to handle it?
Excerpt: Karaoke
They ran into the alley maybe thirty seconds after he had dived behind the dumpster. Gordon had had a good start on them, but it hadn't been enough. Jason Orion, the red-headed leader of the pack, was the quarterback of the school's football team, and well-known for his bullying. Though his life was actually in danger, the slightly neurotic Gordon couldn't help but think what a horrible hiding place he had chosen. Behind the dumpster was where everything that people tossed and missed fell. There were banana peels and moldy bread, used tampons, and slimy grocery bags. He could also smell rancid milk, decaying flesh (from the dead cat half hanging out of the dumpster, no doubt), and some smell that he couldn't quite place, and frankly, didn't want to.


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