The Swan Chronicles : A Legacy/Story

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The Swan Chronicles is going to be a legacy of Jack Swan, and there may be some appearances by his sister, Nichole . The points of view may vary, but it will still be the same story being told by me.../Jack. I will have to warn you, it is a little..cynical, and dark, not all unicorns and rainbows. But I do hope that everyone who reads it will enjoy it.

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Info:

I will try to release a new chapter at least once a week minimum. And the "Chapters" will be at least 3-4 paragraphs for the sake of time. (For the author)





Table Of Contents:

Intro
Chapter One
Chapter Two


Or you can view them all together in the posts below. These links will take you to my blog, where I also publish my legacy.







The Swan Chronicles : Intro


Jack has always been the their for his sister, when his mother wasn't, but now that she has grown up, married, and moved away. Jack is ready to start his life, by pursuing his music talents. Jack ends up in Starlight Shores, long with all the other million sim who want to become star. But Jack doesn't want to end up on the street, nary a dream in site, like so many before him. He wants to suceed...And when he starts a band and lands a small record deal, and adds and girlfriend to the mix, he finally thinks things are about to change....And this is where we come in.



Chapter One

Jack roamed around the room like a lion in a cage. "Dude, stop wearing a hole in the floor wound you? Sheesh, it's just a meeting." Jack shot a quick look at his band-mate lounging on a chair in the centre of the room. "Fine", Jack responded in a peeved tone. This was the first meeting with the record company since they signed them last week. And Jack was very anxious, even though he had no reason to be. Jack stalked over to a chair.

As Jack folded into the small chair to the right of his band-mate. He breathed in the smell of burnt coffee and..the band-mate sitting next to him. ... Beautiful. As Jack's eyes wandered around the room, he took in the peeling yellow paint, sagging brown chair, two of which he and his band-mate occupied, and two doors on the either end of the cramped waiting room. Jack's eyes caught his band-mate (Whose name was Jim, oddly enough) who was picking at his teeth with a tooth-pick. As he was staring at Jim, he took in his rugged appearance. Long hippy hair, scrawny beard, leather pants, construction boots, and a wife-beater...Jack hoped that the record company didn't care how they looked, just how they sounded because he had no doubt that the looks where going to change.

He sighed as he wondered where the rest of the band was. But before that thought could cross his mind, the door burst open and the two missing band-mates pored into the room. Leaving the cold, rainy evening behind them as they shut the door. "Sorry dude. Traffic." Jack smelled cigarette on their breath. Traffic..sure. Before they even got the chance to create more excuses over their late appearance, a women in secretary garb appeared in the door way across the room from which the rest of the band had just appeared. "He is ready for you now." She said crisply.

End of Chapter One


Chapter Two

I stood, along with the rest of the band as we slowly through the door and into the office beyond. I was the last one through and closed the door as I turned around to view the manger of
"Black House" Records. I wasn't let down by my expectations of the manager. A man medium height, skinny, with slicked back blond hair sat at a desk that took up most of the room, with four small brown chairs around in. On his reedy frame structured a slightly unbuttoned shirt, and too-tight pants. I didn't get a glance at his shoes, but I was guessing that he had on a pair of polished dress shoes.

"Hi, Welcome, you must be "Dark Dreams"?" We all nodded are agreement as we all sank into the chairs surrounding his desk. "Well, nice to meet you all." He had a slight accent that I placed from Bridgeport. Interesting..what was a big-city man doing here in Starlight Shores? That was a very easy question to answer. All of us hear knew it. Maybe experienced it. After he encouraged as to roll-call our names, he then told us the he was the site manager for "Black House" Records, not surprising considering his get-up. Not really our "boss" then, figures. The real boss just be too "busy" to talk to us at the moment. He also told us to call him "Mark". Wonderful. Now he wants to get chummy with us. That's going to go away really fast when you see our work ethic, I thought.

My gaze strayed around the room as he talked about what he was going to do with our band, and how great we where going to be. Yeah right, I snorted mentally at that part of the speech. That was a bunch wasted words to me. But the rest of the band sucked it up like they were thirsty on a hot day. The rest of the room matched the room we had just excited, yellow peeling paint, linoleum floor, creaking brown leather chairs, and a potted plant off to the side of the door on a stand that barely fit in the room. As I took in a calming breathe, I soon found that this room smelled exactly like the other too. Only the over powering smell of the cologne, "Call me Mark" A.K.A the manager was wearing gave the room a toxic scent.

Soon the meeting was over and everyone was shaking hands and heading out the door. Before we left, he notified us of a practice to "see what we sounded like in real-life". Like that really mattered. It was already to late to un-sign us, unless we messed up with the terms of agreement. (A one year contract, and we had to actually do well at shows.) As I hit the front door with the rest of my band mates, we grunted our good-byes as we headed out the door, onto the rainy street beyond. I quickly pulled my hood over my head under the small awning over the door way. Before I headed off into the empty street beyond, hoping to be lucky enough to flag a taxi to take me home.


End of Chapter Two



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Very good

XSweet nothingsX wrote:Very good

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