Book Title: Dancing Before the Crash
Publisher: Self-published in
conjunction with Ronni Sanlo Literary (www.ronnisanlo.com)
Cover Artist: Barbara
Release Date: April 25,
Trope: Friends and lovers
Themes: Gay life 1977-1989
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 72 388 words/386
It is a standalone book and
does not end on a cliffhanger
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Imagine finding someone’s
diary – would you read it?
In 1977, a 22-year-old man moved to NYC to pursue his
dream. His journal tells of his romances, friendships, clubbing while attempting to “make it”
in the big city. The author’s diary takes us from the early days of the 1970’s disco era
through the devastating AIDS epidemic. If you lived through this era or are interested in
LGBTQ+ history, this book offers insight from a survivor.
Sunday, April 26, 1981
It is now 3:30 a.m. and I’m not able sleep. I can’t stop thinking about last Sunday, which was
Easter, so I thought I would get up and write about it.
Jesse was changing into his bellmen’s uniform when I entered the locker room on Saturday
before work. He was in a chatty mood and said the rash had disappeared.
“I have an idea. How about if you come home with me tonight and then tomorrow, we can
spend Easter together?”
What a surprise! I accepted.
Easter was delightful. We walked the dogs to the Village and had brunch on The Patio. After
eating, we walked back to Jesse’s apartment and got high while drinking beer on the roof. It
was a warm sunny day and since we were both slightly sweating, we took showers before
leaving for work.
That was a week ago. Our first night of sleeping together since the night we partied at The
Saint. Tonight, while we were in line at the cafeteria, Gerald the server commented that he
constantly sees us together.
“That’s because we’re both the same age and from Colorado and worked together at
another job.” Jesse explained.
I wanted to add that we are compatible, sleep together now and then, and enjoy each
other’s company. Instead, I smiled. Don’t want to upset the apple cart.
After work, we smoked a few joints in Central Park and then walked to a nearby diner for a
bite to eat.
P.S. Earlier this week, Jesse invited me to accompany him to his parent’s house in May to
celebrate our birthdays.
“Oh, that sounds great, but I’m not sure about a trip to Colorado.”
“We’re not going to Colorado. They live in Connecticut, remember? We can rent a car.”
I forgot that his parents lived in Connecticut. We talk so much about being from Colorado.
As I recall, on the first night we met he told me his parents had moved.
About the Author
C.C Everill was born in New
England. He earned a BA in Music and Theatre in the 1970’s. Before moving to NYC, he kept
a diary which was the foundation for “Dancing Before the Crash.” He is now a retired piano
teacher and resides in North America with his husband of 36 years and their three
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