Expected date of publication: March 24th 2014
The night I saw Shane Arthur watching me everything changed. A man in a suit always catches my eye, but it was the way he looked at me that was different. Like he knew me or something. He didn’t know me, especially not in my costume. My sobriety rests on staying away from men, but there was something about him that made me throw caution to the wind.
After all, I was never going to see him again, right?
Standing still isn’t the only way I make my money. I also bartend at a concert hall. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Shane was going to show up there. Not only that, but he’s the most recent addition to the orchestra. So now on a daily basis I have to resist one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met and he plays the violin. For me that’s one hell of a deadly cocktail.
He wants me to teach him how to live. I’m not sure how much a twenty-six year old recovering alcoholic who works in a bar and moonlights as a living statue can teach a world class concert violinist, but I’m sure going to try.
Still Life with Strings is a story of music, art, sex, magical realism, and romance that you will never forget.
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I thought that instead of writing a traditional bio in third person, I’d put together some semi-interesting facts about myself. Here it goes..
I was born in London and when I was very little I had an English accent. Approximately two times a year I’ll say something and it will come out sounding English.
I once played in the same park as Cat Stevens’ kids. I have a vague memory of a dark haired man wearing a long black coat.
My family moved to Ireland at the beginning of the summer holidays, which caused me to mistakenly think that school didn’t exist here. I was in for a rude awakening.
When I first started primary school I didn’t say a word for months.
I spent two years in a children’s singing group that recorded CDs of religious and educational songs to be used in Irish classrooms. I have it on good authority from a teacher friend that these CDs are still in use today.
I remain a big fan of education. Religion, not so much.
When I was ten I wrote a comedy story about a cat for my teacher. She was so impressed that she showed it around the staff room and all of the teachers gave me £1. I am still quite proud of this.
My mother has several black belts in Karate.
For one year I attended an all girls convent school.
In my other secondary school there were roughly ten boys to every one girl. I soon learned that teenage boys have the personalities and brain capacities of a bunch of monkeys. Actually no, that’s being unfair to the monkeys.
I should have never left the convent school.
One of my first crushes was on Ricky Martin. This would be the beginning of me fancying a long line of gay men.
My favourite childhood film was Strictly Ballroom. I could probably recite the script from beginning to end.
My body has been pierced ten times. I got my first tattoo at 19.
For three years in my teens I wore nothing but black from head to foot, with the occasional splash of red, white or purple only.
When I was 18 I wanted to be a rock singer. A word to the wise, boys only ask girls to be in their band because they want to have sex with them.
The idea of having a wedding day is one of my biggest nightmares.
A disturbingly high proportion of the friends I had growing up turned out to be psychopaths.
I finished my first full length novel when I was 20, as it happens the entire book was self indulgent rubbish.
I currently have eight unfinished novels on my laptop.
My decision to study English Literature in college was a last minute change of mind. Up until that I had been planning to become a nutritionist.
My favourite city in the world is Edinburgh.
Sometimes I cut my own hair.
I think that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.