http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7015642/1/There_is_a_Light
A while back, I saw a link to this story somewhere on Twitter. I was crazy busy at the time, but I was curious, so I opened it up...
Oh, I was so glad I did!
I got through three chapters when I realized that not only was I addicted, seriously addicted, but I also notice that the chapter titles are all song from The Smiths. So I whipped out their self titled album, threw it on my turntable, cursed myself for forgetting to put the needle cap back on and played it while reading the rest of the fic...
Let me just say, this shit is amazing. A-freakin'-mazing! The writing, the plot, the mystery...it's just...damn! I was insanely excited!
It's begins with Bella talking to her daughter and from the start, the mystery and intrigue begins:
The story continues and goes from the past to the present. In the 80's, Bella hears the music from the band The Masens, and from there it becomes her soul, her outlet, her love. Edward, the lead singer, is twice her age but also gorgeous and conflicted. He's the ultimate rock star, not completely comfortable in his success but insanely talented. When they meet, their worlds change and the impact stays with them for decades:"And that's when you heard them for the first time?" My daughter nods toward the rotating vinyl disc on the turntable. Them. Him. Yes.
"Uh-huh," I murmur, trying to put together the person I was when I heard them for the first time with the person I became after… everything.
My daughter turns up the volume. "You liked them the best of all, right?"
"More than that, I think. I felt like the lyrics spoke directly to me. Like they were written for me." I smile. I still think that. Sometimes more than others.
"Lyrics?" my daughter asks, furrowing her little brow. "The words, you mean?"
"Yes, the words."
She cocks her head to the side and long strands of hair fall across her pale face.
"Is he crying?"
I smile as I listen to the lilting moan and intricate guitars.
"No, Little One, he's singing."
"Oh."
I can tell she's unsatisfied with that answer. She prefers Lady Gaga and Beyonce, I'm sure. But she reaches over from the bed and turns up the volume a little more anyway. The melody still makes chills run down my spine. I still know every word. I hum along.
"I love it too, mommy. The most. Just like you do."
I hug my daughter. She holds her little arms around me as tightly as she can.
"Now it's time for bed."
She obediently presses the button that makes the needle rise from the spinning vinyl. Then she pulls the covers up to her chin. Her polka dot nightgown is quickly becoming too small and the sleeves no longer make it all the way to her wrists. She's going to be tall, just like her father.
"Tell me more one day, Mommy?"
"How about a little every day until the story's told?"
"Okay, Mommy."
"She knows you're not just a piece of ass.""What am I, then?"
With a kiss, he murmured against my mouth. "Everything."
I lost myself in the kisses, and the large hands in my hair and against that ass that I was more than.
"I want everything. What's in here," he said, touching his forehead to mine and gazing into my eyes. "And here," as his fingers brushed over my rubbed raw nipple and came to rest over my heart. "And here." His fingers found me again and he plunged them deep inside, hooking them behind my pubic bone, making me gasp and my eyelids flutter.
I moved and shifted until he was on his back and I was straddling his hips, his fingers still inside.
"Take it then, it's yours," I whispered.
He shook his head. "That's what's so fucking frightening."
"I'm not scary, Edward. I promise."
"There's no one as good as you are, Bella. It's not you, it's what I could do."
I rocked against his fingers and trailed a hand over his chest. "God, I want to know," I murmured.
"It's not a joke. It's what I could do."
Moments like these are always bittersweet in this story, because you have the advantage of seeing their relationship throughout the decades. It jumps around from the 80's, 90's & the present in every chapter. With gaps like that in a fic, the mystery level is at an all time high. One minute you're reading about something beautiful, the next you're reading a decade later and it's different. This, of course, makes you shake your monitor and say to no one in paticular "Wait, what, why, how did that happen!?"
And then you vow to stick with the story to the end and just enjoy the ride. At that point, you kinda have to, you're die of curiosity otherwise!
Very, very well written, you have to read this story. Belladonnacullen is a talented genius. It's one of the best out there right now and will definitely end up on your list of top fics once it's completed.
Now, I didn't have any plans to make a blinkie for this, although I really wanted to, I just didn't have any ideas. Then, while having dinner with about a dozen kick-ass fandom girls in San Diego (Comic Con 2011), I was lucky enough to be seated across from the gorgeous twin sisters, Jaime & Erin Arkin. Once I figured out which one was which, I had the best time talking to them.
At one point, Jaime and I start talking about this story and we're fangirling like it's no one's business (might have been the wine talking, but whatever)! Then I tell her that I really want to make a blinkie but my mind is blank...but, like a light switch in my brain, I suddenly get the whole idea for it at lightning speed. Using my hands, cause I'm a little buzzed, I tell her the entire blinkie. I think I used sound effects as well. Ok, maybe I was full on drunk, moving on...
When we got back from SDCC *sob* I slowly went to work on it. But Jamie, she hit me hard with so much material. She had pics, awesome album covers by the talented fuzzyltlwingedthing, texures, fonts, she even made a banner that I could use to base my blinkie on:
Gorgeous, right?!? I was very lucky to get the chance to work with her, she is beyond talented in both her art and her writing. Check out her blog by clicking here.
From there, I threw in some effects and videos, and then racked my brain for 2 days trying to get the right footage to end it with. So ok, I hope everyone enjoys the blinkie, it's the first one I've made in a while. Feel free to use these codes to post it wherever you like:
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Beautiful work Rose. It really is a wonderful story and your images capture it beautifully <3
ReplyDeleteHappy you found inspiration for blinkie to go with this incredible story. Your beginning quote should be mandatory reading as an example of how the internet has changed lives with sharing information and ideas.
ReplyDeleteDid you notice the daughter is not named? Driving me nuts!
Way to sell it! The blinkie looks as fab as the story sounds!
ReplyDeleteYour blinkie brought tears to my eyes. It translates well the emotion of the story. Good job.
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