What are your 10 favorite songs?
I have so many favorite songs from all my years of singing. So let’s start with:
1. Try not to Get Worried and I Don’t Know How to Love Him from Jesus Christ Superstar. I used to perform this song all over my hometown when I was in high school. Watching the live show brought back so many good memories!
2. Try To Remember from The Fantastics. It was my father’s favorite song. I sang it at my wedding. Almost made it through the whole song without crying.
3. Happiness from You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown. I used to sing this to my kids at bedtime.
(Are you catching a theme here? I LOVE Broadway musicals.)
4. Love Song from Pippin. I saw the show live in New York. And I sang this song for two of my friends’ weddings.
5. Any song from Miss Saigon. I love all the music. Sun and Moon is so lovely. And I Still Believe. Sigh…
6. I’ll throw in a non-Broadway musical song—Live like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw. It is so poignant.
7. And another non-musical—I love Aaron Copland as a composer. His Fanfare for the Common Man always lifts me up. But I also love Appalachian Spring. It is on my iPod which I usually have playing when I’m revising.
8. I also love all the Disney musicals! Who doesn’t sing along with Let It Go from Frozen. Okay maybe after listening it to the 100th time with my granddaughter, I got a little tired of it.
9. I also love Listen from Dreamgirls. And Beyonce’s version is so incredible. What a voice.
10. You can probably imagine I was an ardent fan of the television show Smash. I thought Katharine McPhee and Megan Hilty were incredible. Don’t Forget Me is one I sing around the house and season 1 music is something I listen to when I revise. (I can’t listen to songs with words when I draft a book.)
So those are my top 10 songs. This was fun and appropriate, since my heroine from TO CATCH A THIEF is a singer. Thank you.
ABOUT THE BOOK
To Catch A Thief
by Nan Dixon
When Carolina Castillo’s once vivacious mother becomes ill, she gives up her singing dreams and comes home to Savannah. She’d do anything for her Mamá, even work at Fitzgerald House for the family she should have been part of. She’d even steal.
Carolina’s decisions make perfect sense until she comes up against the immovable rock that is gorgeous FBI agent Sage Cornell. The honorable cop sees the world in black-and-white. He would never understand the difficult choices she’s had to make, the secrets she’s been forced to keep close. And he could never love a woman like her. Or could he?
He boosted his butt onto the stool, moaning like he was Gramps after being in the saddle for a day.
Two women worked behind the counter drawing beers. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
His eyes blinked open. “Carolina?”
The napkin slipped out of her fingers and floated to the floor.
“You got the job.” Did that make him feel better or worse since she hadn’t called?
“First day.” Her deep blue eyes had that stunned look, like a white-tailed deer caught in a four-wheeler’s lights at dusk.
“How’s your mother?” He schooled his voice, hoping she couldn’t catch his disappointment.
Her shoulders moved up and down with her sigh. His eyes dropped to her chest. Even in the modest polo, he didn’t need much imagination to remember how she’d pressed against him as they’d kissed.
So why in blazes hadn’t she called?
“They can’t get her seizures under control.” Her fingers crushed the second napkin she pulled for him. “She’s still in the hospital.”
He caught her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.” She stared into his eyes.
The noise of the room slipped away. He wanted to make the pain in her deep blue eyes disappear, too.
She shook her head. “Um, what can I get you?”
“What’s on tap?”
“First day.” She winced. “Lots of Southbound.”
“I’ll have their seasonal.” He could have one beer and make it last through dinner.
“I’ll get that.” But she stayed right in front of him.
He smiled. Maybe she hadn’t been blowing him off. Warmth flooded through him.
“Sage?” she asked.
“I need my hand back.”
Cripes. He let go and the warmth faded like a leaking balloon. He was an idiot. “Sorry.”
Over her shoulder, she quipped, “I didn’t mind.”
“Like I said, I’m available for dinner or just a shoulder to cry on.” Preferably in bed, but even he wasn’t crass enough to suggest that to her. He wanted to help any way he could. It was the Cornell way.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Award winning author Nan Dixon spent her formative years as an actress, singer, dancer and competitive golfer. But the need to eat had her studying accounting in college. Unfortunately, being a successful financial executive didn’t feed her passion to perform. When the pharmaceutical company she worked for was purchased, Nan got the chance of a lifetime—the opportunity to pursue a writing career. She’s a five-time Golden Heart® finalist, lives in the Midwest and is active in her local RWA chapter and on the board of a dance company. She has five children, three sons-in-law, two granddaughters, one grandson and one neurotic cat.
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