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The Starlite Ballroom
The Starlite Ballroom
The Starlite Ballroom
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Many couples met and fell in love in a Big Band ballroom. World War II was finally over, the GIs were back home, and only their futures lay before them. If only you could return to your youth and that magical time.
This story is about the age old wish of 'What if?' What if we were given a chance to go back and do things differently. Would our choices be the same, or would we take a more ... daring path?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPaul Andrews
Release dateAug 30, 2014
ISBN9781311268075
The Starlite Ballroom
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Paul Andrews

Paul Andrews has been creating novels, novellas and short stories for over twenty years. Though his heart lies with historical fiction, he also dabbles in science fiction, horror, and even a little romance. The "The Man Who Would Not Die," based on the life of Count Saint-Germain, was first novel. He also writes a popular Blog on his website, on Lost and Forgotten History still relevant today. Paul has a graduate degree from Rutgers University and spent many successful years in his 'day job' as a biotech R&D project manager. After working for a time in the ivory towers of Manhattan and Washington D.C, he slowly migrated south to warmer climes and a slower pace of life. He now works, lives and writes in North Carolina with his wife and two cats.

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    The Starlite Ballroom - Paul Andrews

    THE STARLITE BALLROOM

    Paul Andrews

    Smashwords edition, Copyright 2014

    Copyright 2014 Paul Andrews

    Smashwords Edition

    All Rights Reserved

    The characters and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    License Notes

    This book remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced or redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes without the express permission of the author.

    Click below to visit the Author’s website at: www.paulwandrews.wordpress.com

    CONTENTS

    The Starlite Ballroom

    About the Author

    Other Books by this Author

    It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that Swing

    – Duke Ellington

    The walk across the meadow was unnervingly quiet. Emma could hear the wind rustling the tall blades of grass at her ankles. From the nearby pines came the anxious chirping of evening crickets. She wished a car would drive by to break the silence, but she was completely alone. Ahead of her, in the darkening dusk, lay the old Starlite Ballroom. The large structure loomed on the horizon, like some distant mountain. Back in the 40’s, the field would have been jammed with cars, old Packards, Hudsons and De Sotos. The Ballroom would have been booming with the driving sounds of the Big Band Era. Emma remembered it all so well. The energy inside was palpable. Just when one dance had tuckered you out, another tune would start and you’d head back for more. Today however, it stood lonely and deserted, its heart long since silenced. Looking at it saddened her beyond words. Not just for its past life, but for her own.

    As she drew closer, fear began to gnaw at Emma’s stomach. She pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Maybe she should have called the police instead. What if someone dangerous was inside? She could still turn back, return to the same old home she’d lived in for decades. But no, nothing bad had ever come from the Ballroom. And it wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen tonight. For something in that old place was drawing her towards it. She felt tugged along, like a compass pointing north. She knew that made her sound like a crazy old lady. And while she was surely old, she did not consider herself crazy … at least not yet. So instead of calling the cops, she grabbed a sweater and headed out across the meadow.

    She shouldn’t have listened to Millie’s advice. They’d been sipping Chamomile tea in Emma's kitchen less than an hour ago. Her old friend had

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