The Supersonics: An Excerpt of Fiction

The following is an excerpt from my first novel, a rather short one, called The Supersonics: A Supersonic Beginning.

Engage your childish imagination and fancy while reading this.  The immense melodrama is 100% intentional.

Enjoy!

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An Introduction: A City Built on Rock & Roll

“The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side”

-Hunter S.Thompson

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They used to say that Citrus City was built on rock & roll.  They used to say that inside every brick in every building of this colourful city was the very essence of music.  They used to say that the spirit of sound and the power of passion pulsed through this city’s busy streets like blood rushing through veins.   They used to say that Citrus City was built on the foundation of everything good, pure and awesome.

That’s what they used to say.

Such tales have since faded into legend.  It’s not that Citrus City became a dark or evil place; every visible part of the city remained just as vibrant and kinetic as it had always been.  It was as if the city acquired a virus – a virus that gently infected the very core of everything in its path.  The infection was subtle.  The infection was quiet.  The infection was The Man.

From within the walls of the gigantic Mann Records Tower, The Man sunk his teeth into the heart of Citrus City by feeding its citizens a new brand of music: hollow, meaningless and uninspired.  The people thrived and the city flourished, but everybody felt empty.

The Man’s evil was sophisticated.  The Man’s evil was silent.  And nobody even knew it was there.

So this is the Citrus City of today.  Like a photograph bleached of its colour by too many hours left out in the sun, Citrus City’s exciting heritage has faded into legend.  Its music is without soul, and its people go without hope.

They used to say that Citrus City was built on rock & roll.  That is, indeed, what they used to say.

But the legends also speak of a prophecy….

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Chapter 1: The Band Without a Name

“The reason kids like rock ‘n roll is their parents don’t.”

-Mitch Miller

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In the vastness of space there is the potential for a lot of things to be happening.

Many of these things go unnoticed because let’s face it: Millions and billions of different kinds of things are happening all the time.  Big things.  Little things.  Beautiful things and ugly things.  In the vastness of space there is the potential for a lot of things to be happening, but not every single one of them is worth making an exceptionally big deal over.

But every once in a while, something happens that is worth making a big deal over.  An incredibly good cup of coffee.  A really, really satisfying summer movie.  This is the story of one of those things – one of those utterly unexpected things that changes the course of history.  Like anything that changes the course of history, it all begins with a rock & roll band.

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I haven’t yet published this book.

If enough people encourage me to, then maybe I will.