The Girl Who Made Me Sing

By Aaris

Does true love, love at first sight really exist, or just a figment of our imagination, a fairy tale?

The Girl Who Made Me Sing, tells the story of a naive young man who had an obsession to find true love, as described in fairy tales and to be able to sing a song that uplifts those around him.
He embarks on a spontaneous love affair that allows him to believe again and fulfill his long term obsession.

Author AARIS first take at writing takes you on an emotional roller coaster ride and highlights the missed chances we all had and possible regrets. It allows you to remember that special moment when you first found true love and the devastation of a heartbreak.

But most importantly, gives you the Hollywood ending we all dream of.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496986542

Aaris

AARIS was born and raised in the United Kingdom. From a young age, he would write numerous short stories and screenplays and would act them out with his friends. He would often dream up interesting stories to quench his creative thirst and allow him to indulge into his creative side of his personality. He would often set himself difficult goals to achieve, often ignoring traditional means and boundaries, believing that nothing in life was impossible to accomplish. This is his first attempt at professional writing, and he hopes it gives readers as much enjoyment and pleasure as it gave him to produce, and that they will continue to follow his creative journey.

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Published by AuthorHouse 01/08/2015

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ISBN: 978-1-4969-8654-2 (e)

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1   The Man in the Mirror

Chapter 2   Meeting the Betty Boop

Chapter 3   Breaking Free

Chapter 4   Jamie - Love Psychic

Chapter 5   Meeting the hellcat

Chapter 6   Romance by Song

Chapter 7   The Love magnet of the web

Chapter 8   Waking up the General

Chapter 9   Hunters gather

Chapter 10   The Grim Reaper surfaces

Chapter 11   Wow what a hellcat

Chapter 12   The veil is removed

Chapter 13   DD - Casanova or philanderer

Chapter 14   The wild cat gets restless

Chapter 15   The Scare

Chapter 16   Jamie - End of a Chapter

Chapter 17   Thomas - The Decision

Chapter 18   The End?

Chapter 19   Thomas - The Finale: Oscars

The Final Hoax of Dani Daniels

About the Author

I dedicate this book

to the girl who inspired me

CHAPTER 1

The Man in the Mirror

9781496986542-10.png How do you distinguish love from hate, and hate from love? Can you? Or is it the same emotion, perceived from different spectrums.

Ask me who scored the winning goal in the 1998 world cup final and I’ll tell you both the goal scorer and the time it happened, but ask me how a woman thinks and I’m clueless.

Does love at first sight really exist or is it something that a playwright created?

Sometimes being alone in the bathroom can be so relaxing and surreal: no sadness; no pain; no sorrow.

As I stand here, facing this Edwardian mirror, I just pause for a moment or two and contemplate the past, the present and my future. Gone is my child-like innocence. Gone is my youthful exuberance. Gone is the exciting man that could take on the world and win: all that is left is me, Thomas Christo.

The only happiness I can muster is to sing and let the sound resonate within me:

"I look at this mirror and see his face!

Torn and worn and nowhere to hide…

I scream and shout but no one hears me…

So I sing a song that helps me and elevates everyone around me…"

Thomas are you still in the bathroom? What are you doing in there, singing again? I’ve told you a thousand times: you’re tone deaf. Stop singing and get the hell out of there, Jamie says, I need to discuss something with you.

She’s in one of her moods again; better stay out of her way. She was never always like this, she was different once, funny, lovable and so gentle. Her touch was magical and on a good day, she’s my Jamie again.

But why is she so rude to me? What did I do so wrong now?

Did I forget to dry the dishes again? Did I make a mess in the bedroom? Did I forget to pay a bill? Thomas you’re in trouble. I exited the bathroom and walked towards Jamie, who was standing in the kitchen looking very agitated, our apartment was a typical New Yorkian one bedroom build with an open plan living area overseeing the Hudson river. I sat down on the couch and looked at her and waited for her wrath. It felt like I was on trial and she was the prosecutor.

I loved looking at her chubby cheeks and rosy like dimples, on that bleak snow white face of hers, even though she was fuming inside, she still looked beautiful. Sometimes I can spend hours unnoticed, just gazing at her, to me she will always be perfect, my beautiful Jamie.

I look at her now eleven years on, playing with her chestnut hair like a naive school girl, trying to decide what housework to attempt first, while reading her messages on her mobile phone.

She’s changed since her mother passed away three months ago.

Her mother was her rock, her best friend, a part of her died, when she left her.

I’ve tried everything I can, to get through to her; to get her back, but she keeps pushing me away, how can you fight a battle that you can never win.

I know deep down she blames me for her pain, for her death, for taking her away and bringing her to New York.

I wish I could sing. Maybe if I could sing, all my problems would disappear. If I could sing, sing like an angel, I could melt people’s hearts and they would love me. Maybe Jamie would love me again, forgive me.

Thomas, you’re such an idiot, you’re the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had, I’m not your mother, Harry used to make all the dishes sparkle, you can't even clean one!. Jamie Adams mumbles at me, degrading me with every word. I sigh and fall back into myself, into my fantasy world.

I used to be someone once, I used to be sexy. Really sexy. That man in the mirror you wished you were…a confident and cocky person that people would stop and stare at whenever I entered a room.

But now the only man I see in the mirror is a useless fool. I’m lost. I want that person back: will he come back? Can I get him back? I want to be the leading man of my own Hollywood blockbuster again.

I started a new job this year. We relocated from London England to New York city 9 months ago and have been living in lower Manhattan ever since. Jamie does love me you know: she came with me. Not many women would relocate their whole lives for their boyfriends. Yep. She definitely loves me. She requested a transfer herself from her London office to New York, just for me. She’s a very successful marketing executive who makes millions of pounds for them. She has a very important position. That’s why she’s always stressed and angry.

I can’t be too ungrateful, she just has a bad temper. We all do sometimes, don’t we? It will pass. It always passes; just give her some space.

Thomas Christo, I don’t know why I’m with you. Why are we still together? Do you know what I was like before I met you? I went out all the time, had a different boyfriend every three months. I gave all that up for you; I compromised for you, Thomas. Do you realise that?

Jamie said, with an annoyed glance. A lot of other men ask me out and I keep turning them down. She continued. Having sex with you is also starting to become a little bit boring, the general should be renamed to private"

At that moment the general started to abdicate his throne. It’s very difficult for a man to carry out his sexual duties once his partner starts moaning about his sexual performances. Similar to when a member of the England football team is awarded a penalty in the world cup finals. You instantly know that he will miss by a mile, because of the expectation.

Also, Thomas, I’m planning to go out tonight, Jamie said, washing her face with toner. With some new friends I met this week. They promised to show me a new rock club that’s just opened. So don’t wait up for me, just keep the bed warm for me when I get back, I might need you.

Jamie has this extraordinary gift that allows her to make new friends wherever she goes. So she has a very active social life. I, on the other hand, prefer to have a small group of friends that I can be myself with and share my fears.

Jamie seems to be using me more and more as her personal sex slave. That may sound