Page 7 of Knot My Band: Part One
She turns, bright green eyes wide with surprise that quickly melts into a warm smile. It’s like a hit of serotonin, and I can’t help but return the gesture with one of my own.
“Thanks, Chase,” she says, and damn if her voice doesn’t sound like music itself. “I hope I can live up to your expectations.”
“Count on it,” I reply, feeling the truth of it down to my bones.
The sticks in my hands are steady, a thrumming pulse echoing through the studio as I kickstart the beat. Oli’s voice surges forward, raw and potent, filling every crevice of the room with vibrant energy. Jack’s guitar weaves around her melody, Dax’s bass throbs like a second heartbeat, and Aiden’s fingers dance across the keyboard.
“Damn,” I mutter under my breath, too low for the mics to catch. The song is ours, but she makes it sound brand new, as if it’s been waiting for her to breathe life into it all along. This isn’t just some rehearsed piece; it’s alive, it’s electric. Her version is better than May’s, and she’s just singing it for the first time.
When she looks back at me, her green eyes sparkling with challenge, she’s not just an omega to be coddled—she’s afirecracker, setting the stage ablaze.
I can’t help the grin splitting my face as I roll with the rhythm, sweat beading on my brow. She’s in her element, commanding the space with the confidence of someone who was born to stand behind that mic. And hell, if she doesn’t do our song justice.
My admiration for her grows with each passing verse. We’ve played this song a hundred times before, but listening to Oli’s interpretation, her voice melding seamlessly with the instruments, it’s as if I’m hearing it for the first time. Her dedication shows, not just in her flawless performance but in the small nuances she brings to the table, the ones that tell me she’s done her homework on us, on our music.
And we barely know anything about hers, which makes me feel like an ass.
Oli’s at the mic, her head bobbing to the rhythm we’ve created together, and something about the way she owns that stage space stirs a heat inside me I wasn’t prepared to feel. The room is charged with electricity, and each note she hits sends a jolt straight through me.
The last chord hangs in the air, a perfect, lingering moment of harmony that none of us rush to break. I lower my sticks slowly, my chest heaving with more than just the exertion of playing.
“That was excellent. Let’s call it a night and pick it back up tomorrow,” Trevor commands.
“Who knew you had this in you, Hart?” I toss out, the playful banter effortless for me. It’s clear now—that same spark that ignites her presence onstage lights her up in practice, too.
“Wouldn’t want to outshine you too much on your own track,” she shoots back.
Oli quickly grabs her stuff, clearly wanting to leave.
She steps closer, and the light catches the pink waves of her hair, casting a halo around her that’s downright sinful. Her eyes lock onto mine, and it’s like she’s peering into parts of me I keep locked up tight. The confidence oozing from her pores is intoxicating; it’s not just her voice that commands attention—it’s her whole damn being.
“Keep your eyes up here, Sullivan,” she teases, and my gaze snaps back to her face. I hadn’t even realized it had drifted down to the curve of her hips swaying ever so slightly.
“Can’t help it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “You make it difficult to focus.”
She looks at all four of us. “Goodnight.”
Trevor follows her out and leaves us alone.
“That was great,” I say, turning to look at the others.
“We actually melded together incredibly,” Aiden adds with a smile.
“Whatever, at least she won’t embarrass us,” Dax adds with a grunt.
No, she won’t. Now, we just need to make sure we don’t embarrass her.
Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
THE EDGE’S TOUR IS CANCELED, LEAVING FANS DISAPPOINTED
March 19th
Ispray myself with scent remover one more time before going into the recording studio and hope the alphas do the same. It’s a common courtesy, and while we will catch each other’s scents when we are on the tour, we can minimize it.
This is our first full rehearsal together, and I’m not sure how it will go. In our last meeting, they ran hot and cold with me.
