Page 4 of Knot My Band: Part One
“This isn’t on track, Aiden! Didn’t you hear him? He’s ruining us for some little girl!” Dax snaps.
“Oli Hart is not a little girl,” I say quietly. Oli Hart is sex on a stick, and the world knows it. With pink hair, bangs, a sexybody, and a sultry smile, she’s known for her sex appeal.
“He said we are being combined. She’s huge. This could be good for us. Let’s at least listen,” Aiden tries again.
“All she writes music about are ex-boyfriends!” Dax snaps.
“We need to go to the studio now so we don’t get dropped. Let’s roll!” I shout, slinging my guitar case over my shoulder with more energy than I’ve had in days. I have no idea how this is going to go, but we won’t know until we get there.
Oli
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART- OMEGA ROCKSTAR OR SECRET ALPHA?
March 18th
Steam curls around me as I step out of the bathroom. I’m showered and in fresh clothes with no trace of my scent. My bright pink mini skirt compliments my rose-colored hair with a black halter top sitting between them.
Once I put on my combat boots, I will have the typical Oli Hart look. This is perfect for meeting the people who could be my new band.
I hum to myself, practicing the scales that have become second nature, each note bending and twisting under my command. The acoustics of the empty room amplify my voice. My fingers tap against the countertop, keeping time with the melody that spills from my lips.
A shiver of nervousness dances down my spine, but I push it away, replacing it with the sunshine optimism that has always been my armor. I’m good at what I do; hell, I’m great at it.
The sound of footsteps approaching snaps me out of my reverie. They’re here. The thud of boots against the floor grows louder, each step echoing in rhythm with my rapidlybeating heart.
The door swings open, and Trevor strides in, his presence slicing through the tension I’ve been stewing in. His eyes land on me, a flicker of sympathy—or is it encouragement?—passing over his features before he steps aside.
“Oli, meet The Edge,” he says, gesturing to the figures looming in the doorway. His voice carries the weight of his managerial authority. “Gents, this is Oli Hart.”
Excitement thrums through me when they come into the room. I know who The Edge is, and I’m a fan of their music. I’ve met their lead singer, May Thornton, before, and she was insane. It made me want to dislike them, but their music was too good.
“Hey,” I offer with a smile, trying to keep the flirtatious edge that’s become second nature to me on stage.
They’re a wall of muscle and brooding energy. Their silence is heavy and expectant. I’m not sure what’s going on right now.
“Nice to meet you,” I add, but it feels like I’m tossing words into a void. There’s no warmth from them, only a cool assessment that makes me feel unwanted.
I have to bite back a whine from my omega, who feels rejected.
I’m waiting for them to say their names, but instead, they just stare at me. Their alpha energy radiates from each of them, drawing me in, but I can’t scent them.
I have to hope my scent-canceling soap means they can’t smell me, either.
Trevor clears his throat, clearly sensing the awkwardness. “Oli Hart is in need of a new band, and you four need a new lead singer. I know your music isn’t identical, but we believethe combination will make fans go crazy.”
“That sounds great to me!” I try, making eye contact with the alpha with white hair.
He gives me a small smile in return, and I feel like I’ve won something.
“Let’s start with names,” Trevor says. He points to the one with white hair, a strong jawline, and a sexy smirk. “This is Jack Hansley, who plays guitar.”
I get a nod from him before Trevor moves over to the huge one with spiky black hair. It’s the kind of hair you want to run your fingers through just to see if it’s as wild to the touch as it looks. “Aiden Adams plays the keyboard.”
“Chase Sullivan,” Chase is tall and lean with wavy, light, sandy brown hair and smoldering green eyes. “Who’s on drums.”
“And lastly, Dax Grey, who plays bass.” Dax has dark brown hair, a strong jawline, and intense hazel eyes. He’s glaring at me.
