Happy weekend, Snippetteers! It’s time for some more great snippets. If you’re new to the Rainbow Snippets group, check it out HERE. Authors post links to 6-line teasers from LGBTQIA stories. Check them out and you might find your next favourite read.
Last week I posted a snippet from What’s Up, Pussycat? my new FREE novella that was released yesterday. If you remember the story from two years ago from the Encore anthology, it’s the double-length novella version of this with the first part tweaked, twitched to first person, and filled out, and the continuation of Fin and Karl’s story after their New Year’s Day kiss. Check out the snippet and the blurb below and if you like the sound of it, the free download links are at the bottom of the page. In this week’s snippet, Karl seems nicer when Finley’s rehearsal goes all wrong.
Finley Harrington despairs of ever being able to move on after the death of Andrew, the love of his life. When he spots an advertisement for auditions for Cats, the last musical Andrew performed in, Finley acts on the spur of the moment and calls for an appointment to audition.
Much to Fin’s surprise, he gets the part he hopes for, but during his struggles with stage-fright, and the teasing of a fellow actor, Karl Rogers, he wonders if he’s made a huge mistake. But Karl’s irritating persona hides a different person inside, and when Fin gets to know him, he develops a surprising attraction to him.
Could Karl be the person to help Fin move on from the past, or is he destined to remain alone?
I fled the stage, slammed into the dressing room, and sank onto a chair. I sweated and shivered, my heart thumping so hard I could barely distinguish one beat from the next. I’d fucked it up—irreparably. They were probably all laughing at me and shaking their heads. Maurice must think he’d made a huge mistake in offering me the role. As for Karl—I could only imagine what he would say when he appeared, any minute now, laughing all over his tabby face.
Anger filled me—anger than I’d let that man get to me so much. But at the same time, I was upset. I’d failed myself and I’d failed Andrew. I’d have to go groveling to Maurice and tell him I wasn’t cut out for it, assuming Maurice didn’t tell me to take a hike first. Unhappiness overtook the anger, and two fat tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I sunk my head into my hands and snuffled miserably, so intent on my own feelings I didn’t hear the door open.
“What’s up, Pussycat?”
I cringed at the sound of Karl’s voice. He was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. I groped for some tissues to wipe my face, and just before I began to scrub at my tears, and my makeup along with it, Karl grabbed my wrists.
“Don’t, you’ll ruin your makeup.”
I lifted my gaze to Karl’s face. Strangely his expression was one of sympathy.