Detailed Fictional Character Backstories

Excerpt from "Finding the Music Within" by Amelia My childhood ended too soon the night the police came calling to tell us father had perished in a drunken pub brawl. Mum believed music could save a soul - and it was all we had left with her working three jobs after he died. I escaped out to the garden in those early grieving days, plunging my head under the pond to cry out in muted wails, the water forgiving soundlessly. By age 10, I waged war on the piano keys instead, believing if I could just master dad's untidy Mozart and Beethoven scores, he’d hear me calling from beyond, forgive us for letting his genius eat him alive. The 60s rebellion was swinging through England by 16, when I fell wholly and painfully for a blue-eyed band frontman who smelled of tobacco and patchouli oil. But it was the bassist, a quiet storm named Rhys with calloused fingers, who stayed up with me those first weeks at university when the night terrors crept back...