The second Jenna Quigley turns eighteen, she's headed to L.A. to extend the timer on her fifteen minutes of fame. Too bad her dad made her promise to graduate high school first. Silver lining? Her new school has a serious talent competition with a $25,000 cash prize, which would go a long way in L.A. Jenna's got plenty of talent-she didn't almost win America's Newest Sensation for nothing. But it'll take everything she's got to bring down the music nerd with a stick up his butt...no matter how cute he is in those glasses.
Miles Cleveland needs to win that talent contest. When some hot girl stole his audition spot on America's Newest Sensation, his chance to study music flounced off to New York with her. Now, not only can he win enough money to pay for his education, he can get revenge on that very same girl. He can't start to question his plan, though...no matter how deep Jenna buries into his heart.
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In two days, I'm L.A. bound. I can't believe it's finally happening. I've got money in my pocket, a nonrefundable one-way ticket, and a reservation at an extended stay in Hollywood. Hollywood! Insanity.
My dad is freaking out. He's been wearing a hole in our crappy carpet as he paces back and forth each day, rubbing his beard, as I imagine he tries to figure a way out of my leaving. If he didn't want this to happen, he never should have let me audition for America's Newest Sensation last year. In his defense, I don't think he believed I'd get past the first round, much less make it to New York and place eighth in the whole thing.
I'm not letting go of these fifteen minutes of fame just yet. I've got to act now, or I'll lose all my momentum. This past summer, working karaoke deejay gigs not only showed me I'm not ready to give up on my dream just yet, but they paid well, giving me enough to get started in L.A. For the first time in my life I had the sense to actually save money and not blow it on a fistful of magic beans or a two-thousand-dollar crystal encrusted Hello Kitty phone case — which, in full disclosure, I actually did consider.
I kept my wits about me, and now the only thing that holds me back is my jailbait status. But in two short days, that all changes. I'll be eighteen — a fully formed adult with money and the freedom to fly across the country and claim my status as the world's most fabulous recording artist since Madonna sported black lace gloves with rubber bracelets and mugged for the camera claiming re-virginization.
I float down the hallway on a pre-birthday high and collapse on the couch next to my dad. I curl up next to him and get a glimpse of what he's looking at on his tablet.
I use his forearm to shove myself off him. "Dad, give it up. I didn't get in."
He peers at me above his reading glasses. "You're still on the waiting list."
"School's been in session a month now. It's time to wave the white flag," I say.
He points at me. "I've got two days. You promised."
I roll my eyes and snort for effect. He's trying to get me into this creative arts magnet school in Nashville. I promised him if I got in I would finish my senior year there and hold L.A. for next summer. Spoiler alert! I'm not getting in.
We don't even live in Nashville anymore. We're in Cliff Ridge, which is like an hour and a half away. Well, we have this crappy little efficiency apartment in the city, but it's for my parents. They're bluegrass musicians, and they sometimes have late-night gigs in the city, so they stay there when they're too tired to drive back. But it's not like it's our home or anything.
My dad runs his hand through his blondish hair, which is still really thick for a guy his age. I get my hair from my dad, thick and dirty blond. Except mine's long and wild and sort of out of control. I tried going platinum blonde last month for my L.A. debut, but I hated it. My colorist, a.k.a. Mom, was able to put it back like it was and even incorporate some auburn and brown lowlights. I don't need to look like every other bleached blonde starlet out there anyway.
"My sources tell me there's about to be an opening," he says.
I frown. "What sources?"
"I know a guy who knows a guy."
Mom glances up from her laptop at the kitchen table with a doubtful expression.
I grip his arm. "Dad, don't get your hopes up, seriously. Even if there's an opening, I'm not getting in. As of the end of my junior year, I'm at a 2.4 GPA. That's not magnet school material."
"This is a different kind of magnet school. You're not penalized for poor grades. Your talent covers for your academics."
I toss up my hands. "That's exactly why I belong in L.A."
He sets down the tablet. "Everyone, get dressed. We're going to Nashville for the night."
I drop my head back on the couch with dramatic flair. Mom continues her scrolling as if she doesn't hear him.
He points to my bedroom. "Just go get ready. We have two nights left with you being a minor, which means you've got to do what I say for two more nights."
Aww, bless him. "All right. But I'm picking the restaurant."
"Invite Chloe if you want," he says, an attempt at sweetening the pot.
I sigh at the mention of my best friend. She and my dad are the only things in the world giving me pause about leaving for L.A. I have no idea how I'm going to function without the two of them. But she's got Landon now. He's at Georgia Tech, which is only a couple of hours from us. He's a wide receiver, and he's starting to get really good. She and her mom have been traveling down there pretty much every home game weekend.
"We've already said our good-byes," I reply. "She's in Atlanta this weekend. Landon's starting."
"That's right," Dad says, standing up. "Anyone else you want to ask?"
I shake my head; there's nobody. I'm not fantastic at developing girl friendships. My phone is full of guys' contact info, but I can count the girls I have in there on one hand. But I know that's my fault. I suck at girls.
It's not like I've had any sort of female role model to show me otherwise. My mom has no girlfriends. There's her cousin, who we moved here for, and that's it. Mom is a bookworm, a serious type who participates in online discussions of philosophy. Let's just say she's not pulling freshly baked cookies and pies out of the oven on a regular basis. She sort of glazed over my whole America's Newest Sensation stint, but my dad stayed in New York with me the whole time. He was in that audience for every performance.
She's actually supportive of my L.A. move. She did the same thing. On her eighteenth birthday, she left home for New York. She reads all the time but has little use for traditional school. She says there's no better educator than real-life experiences.
I follow behind my dad down the hall and pat him on the back with love as I separate into my bedroom to get dressed. Leaving my dad is going to torture me. I get along with my mom, but it's always been my dad and me.
I would love to say I've gotten over those three years she spent "on tour," starting when I was six years old, but the truth is I'll never be able to forgive her for it. I'll never forget the "tour" ending conveniently on my tenth birthday ... the tears rolling down my dad's face when she came to the door ... the hushed conversation, and then the presentation of her to me. "Look, sweetie, your mom made it back for your birthday ... just in time."
I never claimed to be the smartest girl in the room, but even a ten-year-old could read through that bullshit.
As I weed through my closet to find something to wear, I hear her sighs as she walks down the hallway. So sorry to have to inconvenience you with family time, Mom. But she doesn't need to worry. I'll be out of her hair in a matter of days.
My dad drives us conspicuously past Nashville's Academy of Creative Arts.
"Dad, you're being obvious again."
"This is the way to the Gulch," he says. "That's where we're headed."
He's brought me down here a few times since last spring to wet my appetite for the school. I have to admit, it's in a super cool part of Nashville. Right around the corner from the Gulch, which is this area with all these really trendy restaurants and bars.
My dad parks, and we walk through the streets of the Gulch. As we pass Two Old Hippies, Dad turns to me. "You want to go in and get some cowboy boots?"
"In there?" my mom asks. "They'll cost a fortune."
My dad waves her off.
"I don't need cowboy boots," I say. "I'm leaving Nashville."
"You'll want to represent your hometown out in California," he adds.
I am proud to call Nashville my hometown. I grew up here, the kid of two fiddle players. Does it get any more Nashville than that? I've missed it since we've been in Cliff Ridge. My mom's cousin needed help with her special needs newborn a few years back when her boyfriend didn't stick around after he knocked her up. But she got married to a decent guy last year and moved to Birmingham, so there's really no need for us to be in Cliff Ridge anymore.
Honestly, I think my dad has secretly liked keeping my mom safe and sound there. She's a wanderer, and there aren't too many places to roam off to in Cliff Ridge.
Music spills out of the mysterious Sambuca jazz club while people sip fancy cocktails on the patio of The Pub Nashville. I can't help the little bit of adrenaline that courses through me when my dad brings me down here. He knows this, which is why he's taking me here tonight.
We round the corner, and my dad stops in front of a place with a sign that reads the glass vortex. He holds the door open.
"What's this?" I ask.
"It's a nightclub."
I rest a hand on a hip and look up at him. "Dad."
"It's all ages. Come on. We won't sit with you."
I don't know why he said that — he knows I've never been embarrassed of him. "I don't mind sitting with my parents." I make my way to a table.
An all-ages nightclub. How did I not know about this?
The vibe is pretty cool in here. Some kids about my age pile up in red oversize chairs and purple couches. A bar features a million different non-alcoholic drinks lined up behind the bartender, who might be a teenager.
"Why am I not working here?" I ask.
"Because you're moving to L.A.," my mom says.
I roll my eyes at her, and she gives me a "gotcha" look.
A waitress approaches and passes out beverage napkins to us. "Welcome to The Glass Vortex. Have you been here before?"
"First time," my dad says.
"You've come on a good night. We're showcasing some students from right around the corner at Nashville's Academy of Creative Arts."
I frown at my dad, the whole night making sense now.
"When does the show start?" Dad asks.
The waitress glances at a guy on stage with a laptop computer. "Looks like Miles is getting set up now."
"What's he going to do with a laptop," I ask, "play us a YouTube video?"
She grins. "I'll let him show you. What can I get you to drink?"
My dad orders three Cokes.
"Just bring one for me," I say. "They're leaving."
She nods and takes off.
"Dad, this is insulting. I didn't get in."
He wags a finger at me. "I still have two days."
I do a shooing motion. "Go, both of you."
My dad looks around the place. "Are you sure you'll be okay here alone?"
I eye him. "I'm eighteen in two days. Time to cut the cord."
He nods. "We'll be at Cantina Laredo just a few doors down. Text me when you're ready to go, and we'll come back here to you, okay?" He points a finger at me. "Don't walk out that door, do you hear me?"
"Yes sir." I lean in to let him kiss me on the top of the head. He does so, and then they take off.
I turn my attention to the guy with the laptop. If this guy's the actual artist, it's like he's trying to hide it. Could he not have made an effort with his outfit? He's got on a plain white T-shirt, and the cut of his jeans died somewhere around 2008. I don't even understand his shoes. Boat shoes, maybe, like the kind you see old men wearing. He sports nerd glasses with shaggy hair that's all down in his face. This guy is a before if I've ever seen one.
He gives a thumbs-up, and the lights dim. He messes with his laptop like he's working on homework or checking his social media. I keep waiting for this guy to leave and the actual artist to take the stage. But the music starts, and he stays put, so I'm guessing this is his show.
Electronic dance music fills the room. Pretty cool, I guess. My shoulders move all on their own, itching to dance.
A few girls get up and do just that. They twirl each other around and giggle as they groove, and a small portion of me longs to be a part of their circle. But the realistic part knows that groups of girls are riddled with bitchiness and unwritten rules that put me in a box that I want to scratch and claw my way out of. And this is why I can't develop female friendships.
What the hell. I'm getting ready to head to L.A. where I don't know a single soul. I might as well brush up on my people skills.
I hit the floor and dance near the girls but not necessarily with them. I pass them a welcoming smile when I make eye contact. One of them seems to recognize me, and I control my grin. About damn time. It's been a while since I've been noticed. Everyone in Cliff Ridge knows I went on the show and seems to be getting over my fame — which illustrates my need to get to L.A. pronto. I spent the summer with Chloe in Florida and constantly got recognized at my karaoke deejay gig. But since I've been back in Cliff Ridge, it's been crickets.
The girl with long, straight, brownish hair taps my shoulder, and I turn to face her.
"You're Jenna Quigley, right?"
I shrug and nod, all casual.
She turns to her friends and giggles, and then turns back to me. "We totally voted for you."
I smile. "Thanks. I really appreciate that."
"You should sing something." She nods at the stage.
I shake my head. "That guy's doing his thing."
"No, he wants you to. It's part of what he does here. You can tell him a song you want to sing, or if you don't name one, he'll move the mix to something he thinks fits your personality."
I notice for the first time there's a microphone set up center stage.
"Seriously?" I ask her.
"Yeah, totally." She nudges her friend. "Greta, go do your thing."
Her friend marches up to the stage. She types something into her phone and holds it up to the guy. He glances at it and then goes back to work on his laptop. She takes the mic as the music transitions smoothly into a Rihanna song — not the real version, but one of the karaoke versions with the vocal pulled way down.
This is an interesting concept, and I'm perturbed as hell I didn't think of it first. It's cooler than karaoke. No lyric screen to cheat off of. You have to know your stuff to participate in this jam. Nicely done, nerdorama.
Greta isn't bad. She's no Rihanna, but she's holding her own for karaoke without a cheat sheet. She finishes her song and giggles her way back toward us.
Her friends compliment her, and then she meets my gaze with hopeful eyes.
"You sounded great," I say.
She covers her heart with both hands. "Really?"
I nod with a serious expression for emphasis. "Totally."
The Keke Palmer lookalike nods at the stage. "Go do a song."
Looks like fun, so I shrug and head that way. I type the name of a song into my phone and walk over to the guy. Just like he did with the other girl, he looks only at my phone and then goes back to work. Sure enough, as I make my way to the mic, he's transitioning his techno crap to my Ariana Grande song.
After the first verse, I pull the mic from the stand and move around the stage. Music was made to be felt and expressed, not to be sung stiff-armed behind a mic stand. The people scattered around the sofas and the bar tables give me their attention, which encourages me to give my performance a little more oomph.
I hit a high note and the music changes keys. I jerk my head toward the laptop guy, and he's stifling a grin. I go with it, because I'm a professional. But the words are meshing with the music, and before I know what's happening, he's transitioned me into some old song ... a Spice Girls song.
Oh no he did not. It's "Wannabe."
The pop princess who's so full of herself I think her head might explode practically singes my skin with her glare. She needed to be taken down a notch. The karaoke function of this show is intended for audience participation, not single-person domination.
I've got the vocal up on "Wannabe," but she puts the mic back to her lips, glaring at me so hard I have to blink. I give her the courtesy of switching the split track back to vocal-down. If she wants to sing "Wannabe," I'll let her have at it.
To my surprise, she switches the vocal melody to a free-style rap line. They're clearly mostly insults aimed at me, and they're not half-bad considering I've put her on the spot.
"What's behind those geeky glasses? Diss my style? You can kiss my asses.
Doin' homework or spinning tracks? Your vibe's so dull I'm 'bouta take a nap.
No need for a system. I got my Mac. 2008 called. Can they have their jeans back?"
After she's had her say, she anchors the mic, bobs a curtsy with flare, and then takes her time moving down the stairs in front of me. I wonder if she even remembers me. I doubt it. She's so in her own selfish world that she probably has never even considered what she stole from me that day.
Excerpted from "Falling for Forever"
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Jenna was a successful candidate of America's Newest Sensation. She even had a place in the top ten and is a little bit famous because of it. When she turns eighteen she wants to go to Los Angeles to succeed in the music business. She's made one promise, however, when her father manages to get her into Nashville's Academy of Creative Arts before her birthday she will stay another year to finish high school before she leaves. Her father makes the impossible possible and Jenna will go to a new high school to graduate. She doesn't expect her past to catch up with her at a school where she thought she didn't know anyone though. Miles wanted to be a contestant at America's Newest Sensation as well, but he missed his chance. He wants to go to college and to be able to study music he has to pay his own way. That's why the school's talent show is incredibly important to him. The winner will receive a large sum of money and the amount will be even higher when it's being used for an education. That means Miles is now competing against Jenna and that will be tough. Miles doesn't want to like her, but he can't help himself. Jenna might be a competitor when it comes to earning the money, but she's also friendship material and maybe more. Is it possible for them to connect while so much is at stake? Falling for Forever is a wonderful romantic story with two very talented main characters. Jenna is confident, she loves the stage and she can sing. Her most important quality when it comes to performing is that she has plenty of pizazz. It is impossible for people to dislike her and her open and disarming attitude charms even the most grumpy people. I really liked her cheerful nature and it made reading about her a lot of fun. It's interesting to see how she interacts with Miles. Even though they share a passion for music Miles is Jenna's exact opposite in many ways. He's timid and a bit of a nerd. He is handsome, but doesn't wear the right clothes and he's gifted, but he doesn't show off. I liked how their differences make them become close and their story is fascinating because of their pushing and pulling as a result. Melissa Chambers writes about music in a catching way. I like the easy flow of her writing, the vivid way she describes the relationships at the school and the deep emotional connection she obviously has with her characters. Her story is entertaining, fast-paced and inspiring. I love books about creative people and enjoyed reading about what Jenna and Miles do with their skills. Melissa Chambers has made them energetic and dynamic. They are both special and for me that was the best thing about Falling for Forever. The story captivated me from beginning to end.
4 Stars! I read Falling for Forever immediately following the first book in this series, The Summer Before Forever. While I gave the first book 3 Stars, I felt this book was a vast improvement in character development and story line. Since I wasn't a big fan of Jenna's character in the first book, I was a bit concerned that she was the female lead in this one. Yet, she proved me wrong and stole the story. I loved everything about her! Her love interest, Miles, was equally wonderful. Although I still didn't care for the dual first-person POV writing style, I was quickly swept into the story and able to easily overlook it. Everything about this book felt true to a high school experience, albeit a liberal arts focused learning environment. The pacing, dialogue, romance, and conflict all felt believable. My one wish was to have an epilogue a little further in the future to see where Miles and Jenna's circumstances and choices ultimately took them. Maybe Melissa Chambers is saving that for the next book? One can only hope. (I voluntarily read an advanced copy of Falling for Forever via the publisher. This review is my honest and unbiased opinion.)
we met jenna in the summer before forever, she's chloe's best friend with an outsize personality and a heart of gold. she's a bit of a star, having placed 8th in a talent show competition, and plans to head off to l.a. and take the world by storm. but she's made a deal with her dad, that she'll stay for senior year if he can get her into a local magnet school for artists and performers. she's convinced it won't happen. but then it does. miles cleveland hates her. she stole his spot in the talent competition. and she's just one of those pop princess types that are too thin and too pretty and stomp on guys like him. she's already stomped on him once, who's to say she won't do it again. except jenna isn't mean-spirited. she's unfailingly friendly and her sunny, open nature is actually the real deal. and when she does realize who he is, and why he has every right to hate her. she's genuinely sorry. the thing is there is this crazy talent competition at their school. and the winner gets a $50,000 prize. both jenna and miles need that money. they have plans. dreams for the future. and in falling for forever, the problem is that even though they are at odds with each other, being together makes sense. for one thing, when they kiss it's like they can't stop kissing. it's intense and romantic and crazy. and they argue about music all the time, but they also complement each other perfectly. they both are so gifted musically in different ways, and they both have a real shot at winning the competition. and they both want it so badly. i loved the way music and performance played such an important role in jenna and miles' story. and even though they spend a lot of the time in conflict with one another, the fact that their love is strong enough, maybe even stronger because of it makes all the arguing worthwhile. i also really loved all the friendships in this novel. it's not just one particular grouping of characters that works, it's the whole group. they fight and make up and get angry and still support each other, love each other every step of the way. having friends you can be real with is a gift, i have friends like that, and i know it is a gift. so it's nice to see friendship like that in fiction. **falling for forever will publish july 3, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (entangled teen) in exchange for my honest review.
What a great story that I could not put down. I loved seeing it play out for Jenna and Miles. This is my first book by Melissa Chambers and it will not be my last. I highly recommend this book. I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book from publisher via NetGalley.
“Falling for Forever” is the second installment in the “Before Forever” YA romance series. It is intended to be read as a stand-alone, and follows a secondary character from the first book on her new adventures. For people who have read the first book (though not necessary), we know Jenna as the wacky but loyal BFF of Chloe who had her moments of fame on the show “America’s Newest Sensation” (e.g. America’s Got Talent). Jenna has confidence in spades and loves to perform. She turns 18 in the middle of her senior year of high school, and she has plans to leave for LA at that time. In an effort to convince her to stay, her father has bartered that if she gets into an elite artistic high school in Nashville, she will finish out her high school there before going to LA. Jenna and her father are extremely close- they became closer when her mother abandoned them for 3 years when she was younger and their relationship has remained strong (their relationship really shines in this book). Jenna has a distant relationship with her mother, who she suspects never really wanted her and is constantly on the search for a way out. Somehow her father has pulled it off, and she gets into the elite artistic high school. The icing on the cake is the talent show for which students audition, where they are viewed by talent scouts and the winner is awarded a 25k prize (which doubles to 50k if they use it for college tuition). The money would be invaluable to Jenna as she makes her way in LA. The money would also be invaluable to Miles, whose father, though loving, wants him to follow in his footsteps and not attempt to make a career out of art (so he won’t pay for the college which Miles wants to attend). The perspectives alternate between Jenna and Miles- although they shouldn’t know each other, they have a bad track record. The only time they met was at auditions for “America’s Newest Sensation”- when Miles stepped out to go to the bathroom, she stole his number and his audition spot. While she made it onto the show, he never even got to officially audition. This book is a perfect example of hate-turned-love done well, and I absolutely loved it. Most of my concerns from the first book disappeared with this second book. Although there’s still a lot of talk and focus on sex (unnecessarily huge part of the story but maybe this is just teenage love?), the rest of the build-up for their relationship is so much fun and cuteness that I adored the story anyway! I will say that although everyone is talking about it a lot, there is no explicit sexual content (aside from making out) in this book. Miles and Jenna are really easy characters to like and their personalities shine through the alternating viewpoints. I also really enjoyed the positive parental relationships that shine through this book (Jenna’s father and Miles’s parents)- it’s always nice to see some positive examples like this in a YA book. Overall, this is a really cute teenage love story, and I highly recommend it! It makes me really excited to see where this series will go next (Greta??). Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
Falling for Forever is the second book in the Before Forever series. I'm in love with this series. Another 5-star worthy book! You can read this story as a standalone. However, this author's writing style is so addictive you won't want to miss The Summer Before Forever. Jenna has dreams of being a star. She has had a taste of the limelight and she wants more. After reaching America's Newest Sensation's top ten, she is more than ready to pack her bags and head to LA. She may be about to turn 18, but that doesn't mean she is ready to leave her family behind. She is very close with her dad, and in his last attempt to hold onto her a little longer he offers her a new life-line. Miles knows who Jenna is and is less than impressed with her. She is overconfident and he is happy to bring her down a peg or two. These two are from different backgrounds. They are both bursting with talent but when they go head to head things are about to get complicated. This isn't a love-hate relationship. It's just a little complicated. I loved this book. I would happily read anything by this author, and I know I would like it. I'm addicted!! I would recommend the Before Forever series to the 16+ (U.K) audience or the young at heart. 5 Stars out of 5. Thank you to Melissa Chambers, Chapter by Chapter Blog tours, and Netgalley for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for a fair review.