Description
I’m Beatrice Kennedy, but everyone calls me Beat. I live a low-key life, fresh out of college and drifting from town to town until I find my home.
I love music and how it stirs even the deepest, untouched parts of your soul. What you choose to listen to determines what it touches. It’s the drug we all dabble in, each with different strains. My strain is jazz — the smooth instrumental strums that take over me: the sound of cigar smoke, bourbon, and an old dusty fedora.
My strain wasn’t rap, and it sure wasn’t laced with some A-class shit like murky blue eyes cast down from the Lord and the Devil’s handcrafted smile. I knew who he was — the whole world did.
One fateful night set off a chain of events — events that no one was coming back from. You can’t save people who don’t want to be saved. You can’t pull them up from the ocean when they’ve latched themselves to an anchor. Love was my anchor, destruction was the water drowning me, and the rope tightly clamped around my ankles was woven with the lyrics of Aeron Romanov-Reed, also known as 'Manik'. He steals hearts from all around the world, but one night he stole something that wasn’t his to steal.
Me.
This is a full-length standalone.