Saturday, 27 January 2018

The Big Event By Anne John Ligali | Weekend Blitz | Neverland Blog Tours |

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Constance Jeffries is excited when she gets the chance to meet up with virtual friends at a
get-together in a London hotel. She’s been tweeting and messaging her lovely friends for years and feels they must be just as excited to finally meet her in person too.
Or so she hopes.

A short story about the importance of ‘real’ friendships and how it’s the little things that matter the most.
An excerpt from 'The Big Event':
Mmm. I lick my lips, realising I’ve had nothing to eat since I arrived. I’m about to bolt for the table, but I pause mid-stride, gift bag swinging by my side when I spot Jagger Jones, the well-known cover designer who’s responsible for all my amazing book covers, and who often boasts on his Twitter page about being a worthy contender for Strictly. How wonderful! I must go and see him. His athletic frame hovers by the DJ stand, where he stands with his hands in his pockets. I assume he’s requesting a song that’ll let him show off how good he is. I smile, leaning against the bar with anticipation and wait for him to take the dance floor by storm. Once he’s finished speaking with the DJ, he makes a beeline straight for me.
‘Well, it’s about time Constance, at last!’ he taps at his watch. ‘I’ve been wanting to say hi since you walked into the ballroom, but I lost sight of you as I made my way down the grand staircase.’ He throws me an earnest glare and clicks his fingers to the beat.
Great, at least someone appreciates me being here tonight.
‘Oh, how lovely,’ I say, touched by his words, hand to my heart. ‘Well it’s nice to finally meet you, Jagger, and thanks again for the lovely covers. Did you know one of my covers won an award for—’
Jagger’s eyes are closed; his toes tap out the rhythm of the bassline as he begins to sing the lyrics of the song, his voice a wailing sound. My goodness, he’s in a world of his own.
The DJ swaps one twelve-inch vinyl for another, and Shakin’ Steven’s Merry Christmas Everyone segues into Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas.
Jagger’s big brown eyes snap open and his face lights up like a child’s on Christmas day.    ‘This is it!’
‘What?’
‘The song!’
‘Song?’
‘Yes, the song I asked for, come here you!’
‘Me?’ I yelp.
‘Yeah, you!’
He grabs me by one elbow and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor that’s beginning to fill up with sweaty party-goers. I laugh off my embarrassment at being put on show.  Jagger finally let’s go of my elbow then takes my hand.  With his other hand, he slips it around my waist and swings me across the dance floor like a doll.  Together we twirl and step clumsily, almost bumping into an amused couple, who suddenly part for us to pass through them.  
Why did I come here tonight? Why?
I look up at Jagger and he appears to be having the time of his life. ‘Erm, Jagger,’ I say loud enough so that he can hear me over the music. ‘I think I’ve had enough of all this dancing. Can we stop and—‘
‘All I want for Christmas, is yoooou!’ he howls into my ear and kicks one leg high in the air, followed by a loud ripping sound. Wardrobe malfunction seems to be the least of his worries as he continues to blare out the lyrics to Mariah’s song.
Good grief, I wonder who taught him how to dance? It’s a cross between the Paso Doble and a bizarre version of the Quick Step. So this is what watching too much TV can do.
Jagger swings me the other way, gift bag on my wrist swaying from left to right; for a second he releases me from his grip to click his fingers and clap to the beat, great! Time to escape.
I notice that everyone begins to form a circle around us and cheer us on with claps, whistles and whoops. For heaven’s sake, who do they think we are? Patrick Swayze and what’s-her-face?
I spot a gap in the large circle of party-goers and decide to outsmart him by taking backward dance steps, hoping to squeeze through the gap and vanish into the crowd, but my plan fails.  
Jagger spots me backing away and lunges forward.
‘Oi! Where you going?’ He grabs my hands and pulls me so close that the tips of our noses touch and the scent of Brut brings on a sneeze. I cringe when I feel something rock hard down below, and I don’t think it’s his wallet.
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Anne John-Ligali is a writer and the founder of Books and Authors UK, a popular website featuring author interviews and book reviews.  She loves all things books: reading, writing, going to book events, and meeting other book lovers. She has written a series of short stories and is currently writing her first novel.
Anne has always loved stories and read many books as a child, including the entire Sweet Valley High and Caitlyn series.  Her interest in writing fiction came years later, when she began writing for pleasure in 2007. Since then, Anne has been writing on and off and enjoys participating in writing groups. Twice in 2014, she won the monthly Novelicious Pinterest Prompt Fiction Competition.
When Anne is not writing, she is likely to be at soft play with her kids, taking long evening walks in Hyde Park, making green smoothies, window shopping, or having a pampering session at her local beauty salon (whenever she gets the chance). She can also be found watching box sets (albeit with a bit of shame at still having to catch up on Scandal, Grey’s, and Downton).
Originally from Peterborough, Anne now lives in London. After moving to London, she studied graphic design at the University of Arts and has held a number IT administration jobs in the city. Anne continues writing and aspires to write more women’s fiction books, a non-fiction book and several children’s books.
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