Ok here's a bit more of my book, it's the beggining of the book!. Again it doesn't really make sense till the end, but just see what you think:
It’s almost midnight!. A black, 1972 Chevrolet Corvette pulls up outside a club!. A man in his early twenties gets out!. He is tall and slender, wearing a brown- jean jacket and black- leather trousers!. He has long, thin brown hair; sunglasses conceal his eyes!. He walks round to the side of the club and enters through a side entrance!. He pulls the door open, and walks inside!. In front of him is a corridor, with stairs at the end!. The walls are plastered with posters; a collage of sub- culture!. He stops at a poster and stares at it for a few seconds, his own face stares back at him!. He reads the writing above it:
YOUR FUTURE ILLNESS
TONIGHT!
May 17th 1974
Doors open Midnight
He stands there for a few moments, taking it in, before a noise coming from beyond the stairs disturbs his trail of thought!. He can hear the crowd now!. He walks slowly towards the stairs, delaying the inevitable act of mounting the stage!. When he gets to the stairs he turns right, and heads towards the lavatories!. He stumbles through the corridor, his head is spinning!. He falls through the door, and hits his head on the green- tiled floor!. Everything goes black, and then after a while, lights start to appear!. Green and red lights flashing everywhere, disappearing and then reappearing!. White lines making intricate patterns against the nothingness!. There is a bright yellow light coming from a square object in front of him; he picks himself off the floor and stares at his reflection in the mirror!. He turns on the light and walks out!. A battering of drums and fuzz of guitars tells him that the first song has started!. He turns right at end of the corridor and walks up the stairs and onto the stage, into a wall of noise!. There is a roar from the audience as he approaches the microphone!. It sounds warped, and the faces looking up at him seem distorted!. He begins to sing!. Suddenly, a member of the audience climbs onto the stage, and glides towards him!. The man has no face!. They stare at each other; somehow he cannot stop staring at this faceless man!. He is hypnotised by him; with a sudden lurch, the faceless man grabs him and holds him, in a fierce embrace!. He looks in horror, as the faceless man’s head begins to turn into a mess of black, wriggling tubes; he pulls him in closer and closer … closer… ‘AHHH!’
A man awakes in a dark hotel room, sitting up right in a bed, sheets spilling onto the floor!. He breathes heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead!. He looks over to the clock!. It’s almost midnight!. He hears car- tyre’s screeching outside his window!. He gets up and draws the curtains shut, then goes to the bathroom
He pulls a cord to switch the lights on then stares at his reflection in the mirror!. A thin man, with wavy, black, neck- length hair looks back at him!. He has a tattoo of Sid Vicious on his right arm and another tattoo on his side, saying ‘live and let die’ in calligraphic style writing!. He bends over, splashes water on his face, and then turns and walks out of the bathroom, yanking the cord again as he closes the door!. He walks over to the bed and lies down once again!. There is a small, wooden table next to the bed with a TV remote on it!. He grabs it and switches on the TV!. He sits there for a while watching Dallas before going back to sleep!.Www@QuestionHome@Com