FREQUENCY: by Christopher Krovatin -- Guest Post with Fiona Jones, Frequency's Main Character ***Giveaway***
Genre: YA Contemporary Fiction
Release Date: October 2nd 2018
And now, the Pit Viper is back.
Fiona’s not just a kid anymore. She can handle the darkness she sees in the Pit Viper, a DJ whose wicked tattoos, quiet anger, and hypnotic music seem to speak to every teen in town…except her. She can handle watching as each of her friends seems to be overcome, nearly possessed by the music. She can even handle her unnerving suspicion that the DJ is hell-bent on revenge.
But she’s not sure she can handle falling in love with him.
Frequency by Chris Krovatin
Main Character: Fiona Jones
First off, let’s get something straight: the life you hoped for doesn’t matter. If you’d really hoped for it, you would’ve made it happen. The life ahead is all that really matters. So while I get this assignment, and hey, I’ll do it, it’s a…what’s it called. Exercise in futility. There we go.
Okay, so: the life I’d hoped for exists in none other than New York City, Greenwich Village, 1978. Dad’s a venue owner and promoter, mom’s a killer drummer who teaches piano on the side. They teach me to play guitar like a madwoman, and are always letting me sit backstage while bands like The Ramones and Kiss and The Misfits roll through. We live surrounded by punks and winos who are all gritty and crazy, but they’re always happy to see me, and they even teach me a few guitar tricks when I’m…
Actually, wait, this isn’t exactly…let me start over. That okay?
Okay: Los Angeles, 1984. My dad’s tour manager for W.A.S.P., and my mom designs their costumes. My best friend’s a pyrotechnic specialist with a name like Capsize. I’m playing bass and guitar for local bands, showing guys like Nikki Sixx and Kirk Hammett how to get the tuning they want, doing some make-up for Dee Snider on the side for the money I need to fix up my guitar. Whenever they’re in town, Lita Ford and Joan Jett take me out in their Cadillac, and we terrorize the Sunset Strip with the top down. As we pass the Whisky, I flip off Lemmy, and he grins and gives me the finger right back, and says, “Fiona, you little…”
Nevermind, that’s ridiculous. I mean, it’s cool, it’s just a lot of baloney. Kirk Hammett, what am I even…
Sure, yeah, I’d like to hang out with Lemmy and learn guitar from Doyle, I just…I’m from Hamm, Ohio, okay? I’m the daughter of the head of our town council. So, sometimes I feel like I’m more, sometimes I feel like there’s this song inside me that could get out if I just found the right inspiration, met the right person, or even met him again…
But if there’s one thing I learned growing up here, it’s that when something special rolls along, it gets stomped on. Because it could be dangerous, or different. Because people are scared, and the only way to keep them on your side, or to make everyone happy most of the time, is to lie to them and snuff out any fire that might burn their fingertips. So no matter how special I am, or how great a song I could one day write, it doesn’t matter, because it’s not the safe Top 40 jam that everyone else wants to…
I need Betty. I’m going to go play my guitar.
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