Interview:
Where did you get the idea for More Than Music?
I went to high school for a short time
with Adam Levine and Maroon 5, back when they were called Kara’s Flowers. They
played at our school dances and I sat behind them in class and was completely
in love with them. Of course, they had no idea I existed! Many years later I
saw Adam Levine on The Voice, and had the idea of a geeky girl joining an
up-and-coming rock band at her school and going on a show like The Voice, and
the book grew from that.
What kind of research did you do for More Than Music?
Most of the research I did was on the
music in the book, because I really wanted to get that right. I play the guitar
but I’m not great at it because I don’t have time to practice regularly. Still,
I tried to learn many of the songs that Maddie performs so I could describe the
way it feels when you’re actually playing them. I studied a lot of guitar
tutorials, live performances by the original bands, and covers by other bands.
I also watched documentaries on what it’s like to be in a band, especially in
high stress situations. And of course, I watched many episodes of The Voice!
How did you pick the songs in More Than Music?
I tried to pick songs that are
well-known because I wanted anyone who is a fan of rock music to recognize most
of them by name (especially since I couldn’t include lyrics due to copyright
issues). I also chose songs that reflect what the characters are experiencing
in the book, so that each song is like background music for what Maddie and
Jared are going through.
The show in More Than Music is obviously based on The Voice, but were any of the
characters based on particular celebrities?
None of the characters were based on any
particular celebrity, but many characters were loosely inspired by them. The
most obvious one is Jared, who was named after Jared Leto, the singer of Thirty
Seconds To Mars. Both Jareds are flirty, talented, and hard-working, but also
pretty down-to-earth – and both have brothers in their bands, too. And the
mentors on the show were inspired by lots of different musicians all rolled
into one. For example, Dan was loosely based on Kurt Cobain, Eddie Vedder, and
Chris Cornell, but also had a little Adam Levine and Blake Shelton in him, too.
What’s next in the Chasing the Dream series?
First up is Kyle’s prequel novella, MORE
THAN EXES, set at the Battle of the Bands that leads to the gig at the
beginning of MORE THAN MUSIC. Next will be Hector’s novella, set a week after
MORE THAN MUSIC at Comic-Con. After that, I’ll be writing books about Maddie’s
best friends Julie and Carla, but you’ll have to wait a little longer for info
on those, sorry!
Except #1 – 679 Words
Jared’s
guitar was beautiful, with a smooth white faceplate, gleaming struts, and a
shiny fingerboard. My fingers itched to touch the silvery strings, to form a
chord and let it ring out through the amp, to hear what it sounded like without
all the other instruments accompanying it. And if I was honest, I wanted to
close my eyes and pretend I was on stage, playing for a crowd, hearing them
scream for me. The longing I felt every time I went to a concert stirred up in
me again. It wouldn’t hurt if I played one chord, right? That was it. One
chord, and I’d put it back. No one would ever know.
Before
I could stop myself, I picked up the guitar and threw the strap over my head.
It settled against my shoulder, and with one hand on the fret board and the
other on the strings, I was home. I closed my eyes, picturing Jared when he was
on stage and how his talented fingers had moved across the guitar. I imagined
him singing my favorite song of theirs, “Behind the Mask,” and the words and
notes melted together in my head. I strummed the guitar, the sound ringing from
the amp, the vibrations traveling up the ground and into my feet. God, I loved
this guitar. It sounded just as good as my own, if not better.
Now
that I had the guitar in my hands, the compulsion to play was irresistible.
What was one more chord, right? I was alone and the room was soundproof. The
door had locked behind me. Kyle was dealing with Becca, and he’d given me
permission to come in here anyway.
I
knew it was a bad idea. I knew I should put the guitar down and walk out of the
room. But I started strumming anyway.
I was
hesitant at first, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. My hands found the
chords automatically, and the words flowed out of me with the music.
Exhilaration swept through me with each note, and I closed my eyes and let the
song take me away. Soon I was belting out the words, shredding the guitar like
I was on stage playing for a massive crowd. I’d never do this in front of
anyone else, but here, alone with this guitar, I could pretend. I could let
myself go.
And
then I opened my eyes and wanted to die.
Jared
stood in front of me, his eyes wide and mouth open slightly. He must have come
in while I was playing. How much did he hear? Or worse, see?
My
fingers slipped off the strings with a screech, and I nearly dropped the
guitar. Thank god for the strap. “I’m so sorry. Kyle gave me the key and I was
just—”
There
was no way to explain what was going on, so I shut up. I’d been singing his
lyrics, playing the song he’d written. Not to mention, I’d been using his
guitar. That was like wearing someone else’s underwear. You didn’t just play
another person’s guitar without their permission.
I
yanked the guitar off and tried to put it back, but knocked the stand over
instead. Hands shaking, it took me two tries to right it again, all while Jared
stood there, gaping at me. Why didn’t he say anything? Was he so angry he
couldn’t speak? I set the guitar down carefully, then backed away like it was
on fire—and ran straight into the drum set. Cymbals crashed as I fell against
it, knocking the equipment all over the floor. Great, now he must think I’m a
stalker and a complete klutz. I jumped up too fast, and my legs were so
unsteady I started to topple over toward the table. Jared caught me before we
had another disaster, his hands gripping my arms to balance me.
“You
okay?” he asked, his blue eyes holding mine and making my heart pound even
faster. If I stared into those eyes too long, I’d fall into them completely.
Except #2 – 693 words
“I
need your help,” Jared said, fixing an intense gaze on me. “We have a live
audition tomorrow for The Sound. Problem is, our bassist quit last
night, and we need a fourth member of the band.”
“What?”
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? No. Impossible.
“I
know—worst timing ever. Can you play bass by any chance?”
“No…”
His
face fell for an instant, and some reckless part of me wanted to lie and say
yes or promise him I’d learn. How hard could it be to learn the bass if I knew
how to play guitar, right? Though I immediately realized how dumb that idea was
because a) I could never learn bass in time for an audition tomorrow; b) I
shouldn’t care about making Jared happy, even if his disappointed face broke my
heart; and c) none of that mattered because he couldn’t possibly be asking me
to join his band anyway.
“That’s
okay,” he said. “I can play bass, and you can play guitar. It’ll work.” His
smile lit up his face again, with a look that could charm any girl lucky enough
to bask in it. Right now, that girl was me. “So what do you think?”
Jared
was asking me—me—to play guitar in his band. In an audition on live TV.
In front of four of the greatest musicians ever, plus millions of people at
home. Mind. Blown. Somehow I’d been handed my secret dream on a silver platter.
Next up, Jared would ask me out, too. Yeah, and then we’d ride off into the
sunset on a rainbow unicorn with our million-dollar record deal.
“You
want me to join your band?” I asked slowly, studying him for any sign that this
was all a joke.
“Just
for the audition. That should give us enough time to find another bass player
to take Becca’s place.”
Ah,
there was the catch. I would only play with them for one day, giving me a tiny
taste of their lifestyle, and then they’d drop me as soon as the audition was
over. No, better to never know what it would be like to play guitar on stage,
to be part of a band, to make music with Jared and Kyle. Besides, I couldn’t
play guitar in front of the world. Guitar was my secret, my fun escape, and
nothing more. My internship started on Monday, and I needed to focus on
that—not on silly dreams of being a rock star.
“I’m
sorry, but I can’t.” I spun around and rushed toward the exit before he could
respond. I didn’t want him to see my face and how much I desperately wanted to
do it.
“Wait!”
He ran after me, but I kept going, past other students who watched us with
curiosity. “Maddie, wait!”
Damn
his long legs. He caught up to me, practically jumping in front of me to stop
me in my tracks. I kept my face glued to the floor, to the contrast of his
black combat boots and my green Converse. I couldn’t look up at him or I’d be
tempted to say yes to anything.
He
lowered his voice. “Please, you’re the only person who can help us. You’re an
amazing guitarist, and you already know our songs. We need you.”
I
shook my head, looking anywhere but at him. Hearing him say he needed me with
his whiskey-chocolate-sex voice made my legs a bit shaky, but what he was
asking for? It was too much.
Jared
got down on his knees, right in the middle of the hallway, and everyone stopped
to watch us. He raised his hands like he was begging. “Please, this is our one
chance, but without a fourth member, we can’t do it. You’re perfect and it’ll
only be for a day, and then I’ll owe you. I’ll do anything you want.” He topped
it off with a grin. “Help me, Maddie Taylor, you’re my only hope.”
Damn.
How could I say no to a Star Wars reference from a hot guy on his knees?
The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Okay.”
Except
#3 – 519 words
Our
ten minutes were up too soon, and we were directed down a brightly lit hallway
and into the backstage area. The Sound used a special kind of rotating
stage that I’d also seen at music festivals, with a platform on each side so
bands could set up and break down their equipment while another band was
performing. Then the stage rotated, and it began again. This saved a lot of
time with so many bands playing back-to-back.
I
couldn’t see the band currently on stage, but their music pounded under my feet
as the crowd cheered for them. We were about to be in the exact same spot, in
front of that same crowd, with our music blasting through the speakers. No, I
couldn’t think about that or I’d run straight back to that waiting room.
We
rushed onto the back side of the stage, which had already been cleared by the
previous band. Our gear was waiting for us, and some roadies helped us get it
unpacked quickly. After hours of waiting, everything was happening so fast. I
didn’t have time to think; I just shoved my earpiece in and grabbed my guitar
to check the tuning while the other guys handled their own instruments. I got
my distortion pedal and mic set up just as the band on stage finished their
song. I heard the mentors commenting but couldn’t tell if the band had done a
good job or not. Either way, it meant we had to hurry.
Kyle
got behind his keyboard, Hector sat at the drums, and that left me and Jared up
front. My sweaty fingers dropped my guitar pick, and when I went to grab it, my
knees nearly gave out from under me. When I straightened up, Jared stood right
in front of me, his bass hanging from his neck.
“Ready?”
he asked.
“Um,
as ready as I’ll ever be.” Which was to say, hell no. I smoothed my hair and
yanked the bottom of my dress down, wishing I had a mirror to check how I
looked one last time.
“Just
have fun. It’ll be over before you know it.” He brushed a finger against my
cheek, making me shiver. “Stray eyelash,” he explained. “You look amazing, by
the way.”
Our
eyes locked, and for a second, it was only the two of us on stage, about to
make music together. He offered me one of his heart-stopping smiles, and it
gave me the strength I needed to go through with this.
The
stage began to turn, ending the moment. Jared and I moved back to our positions
in front of our mics as the roar of the crowd grew louder and spotlights
flashed in our eyes. My heart pounded as an entire sea of faces stretched
before me. And in front, the four musicians who would decide our fate.
This
was our one shot to change our futures forever. Our one moment to lose
ourselves in the music and hope we brought the audience along with us. Our one
chance to turn our dreams into reality.
I was
ready.
Excerpt #4 - 553 words
“Do
you know this one?” Jared asked and then started up “Blitzkrieg Bop” by The
Ramones. It was one of those songs most rock guitarists learned since it was
simple but a lot of fun to play. I reluctantly joined in when the chords
repeated again. When he got to the chorus, I sang along too, and he grinned at
me.
As
the song went on, I loosened up and let myself get into the music with him,
tapping my foot to the beat. We jammed on our guitars and grew louder and more
ridiculous, not caring if the people in the rooms next to us complained. It was
the kind of song you could easily be silly and over the top with, and by the
end, we were bouncing around and belting out the words like we were drunk.
When
it ended, I fell back on the bed and laughed, my pulse racing. Playing with
Jared like this, banging on our guitars and singing at the top of our lungs
without caring what we sounded like, it was different from playing alone or
with the band or even in front of Julie and Carla. With one song, Jared had
reminded me why I loved playing guitar in the first place.
He
crashed on the bed next to me, and we stared at the ceiling as we caught our
breath. After a minute, he propped himself up on one arm to look at me. “I’m
impressed you could sing all the words to that one. Who knew piano player
Maddie had this hidden punk rocker inside her?”
“No
one. Before I joined the band, guitar was a secret, a guilty pleasure.
Something I only did when I was alone in my room.”
He
raised an eyebrow. “And yet you picked up my guitar at a party and played one
of my songs like you had written it yourself.”
I
covered my face with my hands and groaned. “I knew you’d bring that up
eventually.”
“Hey,
I’m flattered. Besides, it worked out in the end.” He trailed a finger across
my arm, his touch soft, making me shiver. “I saw the real you that night, and
just now I saw her again. That’s the trick. When you’re on stage, play like you
do when you think no one’s watching.”
I
dropped my hands to stare up at his face, so close to mine I could smell the
shampoo he’d used. I wanted to kiss him so badly my body ached with it. It
wasn’t just how his hair was still wet, framing his blue eyes and dark lashes,
or the way the tattoos on his arms stood out against his otherwise flawless
skin or how his voice made me forget everything but him. It was the Jared I
discovered every time we were alone together, the one who somehow found the
real me and set her free.
His
hand cupped my face and his head dipped lower, lightly brushing his lips across
mine. Little warning lights flashed in my head. What was I doing, lying on a
bed with Jared, about to kiss him? This couldn’t happen. Not only because of
what Dan had said about the producers and the show, but because I knew if I fell
for Jared, I might never recover.
Excerpt
#5 – 570 words
Jared
slid his arm into mine, and every nerve in my body woke up. “Come on, I’ll take
you back to your room. I need to walk off some of this energy before bed
anyway.”
“You
don’t need to do this,” I said as we moved to the elevator together. “I can get
back by myself.”
“I’m
not going anywhere until I make sure you get to your room safely. I can’t have
my guitarist injuring herself again.” He winked and hit the elevator button
while I leaned against him, taking comfort in his strength. His breath ruffled
my hair as he quietly added, “Besides, I’m worried about you.”
The
elevator door opened, and we stumbled in. “Really, Jared, I’m fine. It’s just a
twisted ankle, not that big a deal—”
The
door shut and his lips were on mine, cutting me off mid-sentence. His kiss was
tentative and searching, a question he wanted me to answer, but I was so
surprised I just stood there while my brain caught up to what was happening.
He
pulled away and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Sorry. I’ve wanted to do
that forever, and when I saw you fall…”
My
mouth opened but no sound came out. I swallowed and tried again. “You’ve wanted
to do that forever?”
“I
know it’s a bad idea. We have to stay single while we’re on the show, and the
guys would kill me if they found out, and you’re into that Sean guy anyway…”
His voice trailed off, and he looked away.
I’d
never seen Jared be anything but cool and confident, and it sent a thrill
through me, knowing I’d done that to him. The elevator didn’t move, waiting for
us to hit a button, but suddenly I didn’t want to go back to my room anymore. I
grabbed the collar of Jared’s jacket and pulled him down to my mouth, kissing
him hard, showing him that he was the one I wanted.
We
broke apart long enough for me to whisper, “It is a bad idea, but I
don’t care.”
“Good.
Because I can’t resist you any longer.” And then our mouths met again.
We
kissed like we were drowning and our only hope of living was each other. He
devoured my mouth with his tongue and lips while I tangled my fingers into his
thick hair, drawing him closer. Knowing we shouldn’t be doing this only gave
our passion a desperate edge, a recklessness that had us gasping and clawing at
each other, like we had to cram everything into this one brief moment we were
alone. His hands slid down to cup my butt and lift me to his height, my back
slamming against the side of the elevator, my skirt riding up to my hips. While
he pinned me to the wall and teased me with his mouth, I smoothed my hands
across his rough jaw, down his neck, along his broad shoulders. After weeks of
fighting my desire for Jared, I needed to touch every inch of him, with my
fingers, with my lips, with my entire body.
The
elevator started moving, though neither of us had pushed a button. It said,
“Lobby,” and reality came crashing back, like a bucket of water had been tossed
on us. We broke apart to opposite corners, breathing heavily. I yanked my skirt
down just as the door opened.
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More Than Music by Elizabeth Briggs
(Chasing The Dream #1)
Publication date: June 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Synopsis:
(Chasing The Dream #1)
Publication date: June 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Synopsis:
Music major Maddie Taylor seems to have her life all figured out. She’s just finished her junior year of college, has a summer internship lined up with the LA Philharmonic, and plans to go to grad school to write movie scores. Only her roommates know she practices guitar every night and secretly dreams of a louder life. But geeky girls like her don’t get to be rock stars.
Tattooed singer Jared Cross has a new girl every week, but when he catches Maddie playing one of his songs, she attracts his attention in an unexpected way. His band needs a fourth member for The Sound, a reality TV show competition—and he wants her. Though Maddie refuses to be another notch on Jared’s bedpost, she agrees to risk everything for the chance to be a rock star.
Once on the show, Maddie discovers there’s more to Jared behind his flirty smile, and with each performance their attraction becomes impossible to ignore. When the show pressures Jared to flaunt his player image, they’re forced to keep their relationship secret, but Maddie can’t help but want something real.
As the competition heats up, Jared will do whatever it takes for his band to win, and Maddie must decide if following her dream is worth losing her heart.
Tattooed singer Jared Cross has a new girl every week, but when he catches Maddie playing one of his songs, she attracts his attention in an unexpected way. His band needs a fourth member for The Sound, a reality TV show competition—and he wants her. Though Maddie refuses to be another notch on Jared’s bedpost, she agrees to risk everything for the chance to be a rock star.
Once on the show, Maddie discovers there’s more to Jared behind his flirty smile, and with each performance their attraction becomes impossible to ignore. When the show pressures Jared to flaunt his player image, they’re forced to keep their relationship secret, but Maddie can’t help but want something real.
As the competition heats up, Jared will do whatever it takes for his band to win, and Maddie must decide if following her dream is worth losing her heart.
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Elizabeth Briggs is a full-time geek who writes books for teens and adults. She plays the guitar, mentors at-risk teens, and volunteers with a dog rescue group. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and a pack of small, fluffy dogs.
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