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“You’re not signing a record contract. It’s going to be just one song.”
“Fine,” she lets out a long sigh. “Onesong.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my excitement. “One song, if you don’t change your mind along the way.” I kiss her cheek. Letting my hand slide over the curve of her ass, I slap her gently. “The booth is on the other side of the room.”
She glares at me but doesn’t say anything else, which I take as a good sign. “Henry, forward. Find the door.”
I let her go, my eyes dropping down to her ass.
Roy slaps me on the shoulder and gives me a knowing smirk. “You wanna help her set up?”
I nod and follow after her. She’s already in the booth, the piano sitting in the middle of it. I wait for her to sit down and adjust the microphone before handing her the headphones.
“Have fun.”
She looks up, a trace of panic flashing on her face. “You’re not staying here?”
“Nah,” I place my hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be just on the other side with Roy. But if you change your mind, I might let you persuade me to play together.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“No, I’m not.” I slip my hand under her chin, tilting her head back as I lean down and whisper, “I’m playing to win, and you’re my prize, Birdy.”
Goosebumps appear on her flesh, and I can’t help but smile as I straighten. “Time to kick ass, baby.”
With that, I leave the booth, making sure to close the door firmly behind me, only to find Roy shaking his head with a big grin on his face.
“It’s not nice to eavesdrop,” I mutter as I sit in the chair next to his, placing the headphones over my ears.
“I couldn’t help myself; I just find this whole situation fascinating.”
I kick him with my foot under the table. “Oh, fuck off, old man.”
“No need to get your panties in a twist, Black. I think it’s cute.” He gives me a side glance, his eyes softening. “Your old man was the same when he met your mother.”
My smile falls, a knot forming in my throat at his words. It’s been so long since I talked to somebody about my father. Talking about him, thinking about him, brought out too many memories, too many demons, most of which were better off forgotten.
Roy must sense that I need a moment because he shifts toward the booth and turns on the mic.
“Hey, gorgeous. We’re ready whenever you are.”
“Y-yeah, sure.”
I listen as Penelope lets out a shaky breath, my gaze glued to her. She places her palms gently against the keys. Although I’ve watched her repeat the same motion countless times by now, I’m still transfixed by her. It’s like whatever doubts or insecurities she has, they’re all gone the moment her fingertips touch the keys. And then the freaking magic happens.
The piece that she’s been working on these past few weeks starts playing, and I feel my body relax as I just let her music pull me in. All the worries and fears I’ve been dealing with disappear when I hear her play, so I focus on that.
I’ve watched all my friends fall in love
One by one, like shooting stars
Never thought my time would come…
And I was fine with that
Not every girl gets her Prince Charming
Sometimes Juliet is better on her own, I said,
