Page 90 of Rocked By the Alpha
The set is plain. A dark stage, pale light illuminating them both. Nothing else, no one else.
It gives the illusion that it’s just them, back in his music room, alone, playing to each other.
It suits the song.
This is their love song. Their song to each other. The one they wrote together when things were just starting out, the one he finished when their hearts were breaking, and the one they released together once everything between them was fixed.
Needless to say, it was an instant hit that propelled Ruby andSweet Desirepermanently into the big time. Everyone has been obsessed with the relationship between the guitarist and the keyboard player from the rival bands ever since.
Everybody wants a piece of them, to know more about their love story. Releasing the song seemed the best way of letting the world know.
Her fingers rest on the cold keys of the piano. Perhaps tonight her parents are watching, maybe her brother too. Maybe this is a song they can be proud of. It’s one of her best, something about working together has made the music seamless. But it doesn’t matter to her if they are or not. If they love it or hate it. If they disapprove of today’s glittery jumpsuit and the Alpha she’s now with.
She simply doesn’t care anymore.
How can she care when she’s this happy?
She looks up and meets his warm Alpha gaze and he nods, a simple question, she nods in reply and his fingers stroke over the strings of his guitar. She’ll never get bored with watching him play. It’s captivating and he is beautiful, so beautiful she almost misses her cue. Luckily her fingers do what they are meant to automatically and their melodies blend. He sings to her and she sings to him and then when the song crescendos they sing together. His voice gruff and low, hers airy and light.
His eyes remain locked on hers throughout the song. He’s singing just to her. Telling her again how much he loves her, how special she is, how much she’s changed his life.
Everyone else disappears when he sings like this, when he looks at her like that. The whole world becomes him.
Her arms move frantically over the piano, her fingers jamming down on the keys, her voice emotional as she belts out the final words, and he meets her there, the two of them hanging on that final note.
It fades, her lungs empty, and the audience erupts.
They love this song. They love them.
He smiles at her, that heart-melting smile full of warmth, an expression that is now the centre of her world, and lifts his hands towards her, acknowledging her to the audience. She dips her head in a bow and lifts her own hands to him and then he’s racing over, dragging her from the seat and swinging her around as the crowd whoops, swept away with their emotion.
After he’s righted her on her feet, he walks them over to the microphone stand, and tugs it free.
“I think you all know how crazy I am about this woman, right?” There are yells of yes from the audience as well as whistles and more cheering. “She’s gorgeous, talented, funny and smart.”
She hides her face and her blush in her free hand, peeking at him through her fingers.
“Well,” he says, winking at the audience, “I think it’s about time I made this official.”
He beams back at her, and she cocks her head, puzzled. What does he mean?
And then he’s bending his legs and kneeling down on one knee, and her hand slides down to her mouth as she gasps along with the audience.
“Ruby Bloom, would you do me the great honour, would you make me the happiest man on this planet, and agree to be my wife?”
She stares at him, speechless. They practised this set three times today and went through it beforehand too. Never had the rehearsals involved this. She’s completely and utterly stunned.
But slowly the words sink into her mind and she tears up. Her bottom lip trembles and it takes two attempts to get the word out.
“Yes,” she finally whispers.
He lowers the microphone so that only she can hear his next words. “Yes? Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she says more loudly, nodding her head vigorously.
He lifts the microphone back to his mouth and his own voice falters as he speaks, “She said yes everyone, she said yes.”
There’s more screaming and yelling but she hardly hears it, her own ears buzzing.
