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When Miracles are revealed even the sweetest Symphony is tainted slightly...    Life for 22 year old Symphony Ann Hall is turned upside down when she loses her job and is forced to work as an exotic dancer to help take care of her mentally ill mother. As bills pile up, she takes her eroticism to another level and soon she is making money the fast way, hustling her body and maneuvering delicately within scandalous situations. She gets used to the good life and fast cash quickly, trading her innocence for business sense, and her modest long skirts for short leather minis. Opportunities she never dreamed of surface, but what is revealed is a deep dark mystery that alters all of the money making plans she has. What she thought she wanted isn’t what she wanted at all. What she winds up getting isn’t anything she expected. Suddenly the secrets of her mother’s...
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When Miracles are revealed even the sweetest Symphony is tainted slightly... 

 

Life for 22 year old Symphony Ann Hall is turned upside down when she loses her job and is forced to work as an exotic dancer to help take care of her mentally ill mother. As bills pile up, she takes her eroticism to another level and soon she is making money the fast way, hustling her body and maneuvering delicately within scandalous situations. She gets used to the good life and fast cash quickly, trading her innocence for business sense, and her modest long skirts for short leather minis. Opportunities she never dreamed of surface, but what is revealed is a deep dark mystery that alters all of the money making plans she has. What she thought she wanted isn’t what she wanted at all. What she winds up getting isn’t anything she expected. Suddenly the secrets of her mother’s world collide with her own, and the face of the past returns with a vengeance.

 

Symphony gets caught up in the middle of a whirlwind ride filled with incest, lies, and murder. Sanity is not her friend as the tables turn and it is she who must be saved. 

 

Secrets of my Soul, awakens the alter ego and takes its place in the life of Symphony, her mother Patricia Ann, and the shadows that guilt built. What you see isn’t always what you get, and what you want to see isn’t always what is there.

 

 

Secrets of my Soul is Part I of a three–part series

 

 

 

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.........Rebecca put her book bag on the ground and peered down into my eyes.

“Oh! So now it’s funny? If I have to repeat myself one more time I’m gonna whoop you so bad you gonna wish you was neva born girl! Bitch you betta speak the fuck up!”

She was so close to me; I could feel the heat of her breath and the spit from her mouth as I stood there in my blue corduroy skirt and white blouse that my mother made me wear for picture day. Her sweat was building and it almost made me laugh again, but I knew that would seal my death for sure.

I decided to back up first to give myself some breathin’ space then blurted out again, “I said! You a doofus Rebecca! You too old to be in the fifth grade. You almost as old as my mama! And you wear too much grease in yo’ hair. Yo’ mama ain’t teach you how to do yo’ hair?"

My voice was like a squeak.

"And why you steal Becca? Yo’ family ain’t got no money or somethin?”

She asked for it, so she got it.

Tears weld up in my eyes from anger and I put on my fightin’ stance, ready to give her everything I had; ready to throw blows. But Rebecca just looked at me and walked away.

Her reaction threw me off. I knew I would catch it later and since I had already built myself up, instead of countin’ my blessings and lettin’ her walk away, I lifted my skirt so I wouldn’t trip and ran as fast as my skinny knock knees would go and jumped on her back, pullin’ out her hair yellin’ and screamin’ and gettin’ out all my frustration.

I imagined she was the man who raped me last night. I imagined she was one of the neighbors who heard me scream for help and did nothing as my little body became a poundin’ mat for the 220 pound scumbag that destroyed my life. I thought about the counselor who didn’t believe me as each blow caught Rebecca in the head as I tried to draw blood.

“You big ugly bully! You just a bully! I ain’t scared-ah-you Rebecca Johnston! I ain’t scared!”

She threw me off of her like an annoying fly ticklin’ at her ear, bothersome but not threatenin’. I fell so hard to the ground I twisted my ankle. I thought Rebecca was going to stomp me for sure as a crowd started to gather ‘round. She looked at the faces and smirks and stood over me with her hands on her hips.

“You think you special!?” She screamed, saliva seepin’ out the sides of her mouth, hair lookin’ all crazy now, “Huh?” She asked as if she really expected an answer.

She looked at each of us one by one as if she was hopin’ someone would respond then continued.

“Well you ain’t muthafuckas! You ain’t! I’m the one who’s special! Not you lazy bums! I may be old but I ain’t no drop out depending on my momma for everything! Ya’ll don’t know nothin’ about me, Nothin! Nothin!”

I thought she was gonna cry too, but instead Rebecca swung her grown-up hips around and looked down at me, wavin’ her long skinny hands all frantic like.

“And I may have a lot of grease in my hair,” as she continued to fuss, I looked at the shiny, gooey, sticky matter oozin’ ‘cross her hair line. She say it was baby hair but Becca ain’t been a baby for a while now.

“But at least I got hair,” she went on, “and no matter what you think of me, you straggly, no shape, no hair, no money havin’ crud, I got class. And it’s a grade above all you ducks!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and swerved her head with each word, pokin’ her over­developed breasts out, lookin’ ‘round at the faces again as everyone includin’ myself remained stunned in silence. I don’t know what was goin’ on in their heads as they watched this tall freckled face girl with too much jewelry and too much savvy tell us all off, but I was in awe and I admired her strength and only wished I could have been as strong last night.......

 

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I would like to thank all of the writers and readers for your inspiration. It is because of you that I found the courage to enter this arena! We may not share the same style of execution and we may not share the same interests, but we all share a passion for expression.                                     I know that now...because of you...

 

Thank you very much!

JT

About JT

I have been writing and editing professionally since 1986 but wrote my first novel as a ghostwriter in 2004.  I graduated from NYU with a degree in Creative Writing. It took me seventeen years to get my degree which was great because when I first entered college...

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Secrets of my Soul A Novel Copyright © 2006, 2011 by JT Keitt Revised Paperback Edition by Mystery911 Publishing All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the permission in writing from the copyright owner and the above publisher. Second Print 2011: Mystery911 Publishing. This book was previously published by Lulu Press. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people (living or dead), actual events, organizations, establishments, or locations are intended to give this fictional work a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are fictionalized. Revised cover design by Sherlock Springer