In the hot, sticky summer of 2008, New York City saw the rebirth of rock and roll. Her form is female and her style was relentless. Twenty-four-year-old singer-songwriter-guitarist, Helene Troy, had a dream to matter with her talent in music. In a roach-infested apartment in the rotten core of The Big Apple, Helene worked, sweated, bled, drank, fought, loved, and rocked harder than her peers in hopes of becoming the next great thing. The rise and fall of her band, Slipper Socks Medium, highlighted her dramatic, gritty road to possible stardom.
Here’s an excerpt:
Helene backed away from everyone in the room. Her heart raced and her hands sweated. Feeling alone and exhausted, she sneered at her two remaining band mates and a manager who saw her as a product.
“Last night, before I got wasted, I agreed to a solo recording deal with Trojan Horse Records.”
Silence invaded the room. The manager leaned against his desk, folded his arms then yawned. What was left of Helene’s two-year-old band, Slipper Socks Medium, Sadie and Mara, walked away from her and grumbled to each other. Helene looked at the manager and tried to clear her alcohol-abused throat. Her voice was hoarse.
“Sadie, the record company wants you too. I want you. I don’t want to dwell on the past fighting. Let’s get over it. I know me and you can do this, together.”
The manager pulled three envelopes from under his leather briefcase. He handed Sadie and Mara their money from the previous night’s show. Without looking at Helene, Mara took her payment and extended her middle finger in Helene’s direction. Sadie, while more serene in response, stared at Helene with pale blue eyes full of tears.
“Leney, I know why you did this but it still hurts. I love this band almost as much as I love you.”
**The paperback is available on Lulu.com under The Ballad of Helene Troy.**