Page 95 of Knot My Band: Part Two
The melody is like a lover’s touch, familiar yet thrillingly new. When I open my eyes again, Dax is watching me, and there’s no mistaking the challenge in his expression. Sing to me, it says.
My raw and unguarded voice joins the melody, and lyrics pour out like secrets shared between soulmates. The song is ours, a story told in chords and choruses, and I lose myself in its telling. Dax plays as if he’s possessed, each note from his bass a heartbeat that drives the song forward.
There’s heat here, in this moment, something that can’t be contained within the walls of our studio. Our gazes lock, and it’s as if the world falls away—just Dax and me and the music that courses through us both. My body sways with every line I sing, drawn inexorably toward him, orbiting the gravity of his presence.
Dax steps up to the secondary mic, his voice joining mine in perfect harmony. The blend of our voices is intimate, a duet that speaks of desire and longing and the sheer exhilaration ofmaking art with someone who understands you down to your bones.
The song crescendos, and our voices soar together, a tangle of melody and emotion that feels like flying. I’m smiling now, unable not to, because how could I not find joy in this? In the creation, connection, and undeniable attraction that thrums between us like a living thing.
We finish the song on a note that hangs in the air, vibrant and alive. Dax is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in time with the fading echoes of our performance. His look is one of admiration, respect, and something more.
The last note of our duet fades, leaving a charged silence in its wake. I’m riding the high, feeling every bit of the rockstar with Dax’s lyrics still burning on my tongue.
“Damn,” I whisper, the word barely audible over the ringing in my ears. “That was…”
“Electric,” Dax finishes for me, his voice rough around the edges. And it was. It is. We are.
“Can’t wait to do it all over again,” I say, already eager for the next time we’ll share this space, this energy.
“Me neither, Oli,” he replies, his hand brushing mine as he passes by, leaving behind a spark that promises to ignite into something unforgettable.
Aiden leans against his keyboard, his shy smile barely visible under the shadow of his spiked black hair.
“Killed it, Oli,” he says, and even though his voice is soft, it thrums with pride.
We just recorded Dax’s song for me, ‘Love’s Mistake,’ and it was perfect.
Now, it’s time to record my duet with Aiden, ‘Uncovered.’
We are one band and will release these songs as our first announcement to the world.
I sit next to Aiden and join him. As Aiden’s fingers grace the keyboard again, the new song’s first words slip from me like a promise. The alphas’ presence wraps around me, a cocoon of warmth and possibility, and I know we’re about to create something extraordinary.
Performing with these alphas is where I was always meant to be.
I feel a soul-deep connection to my shy alpha as we tell the story of how we met and the sparks that flew from the first moment.
As we finish, a palpable and electric sense of accomplishment fills the room. We exchange high-fives and satisfied nods, knowing we’re onto something big.
“I can’t wait to hear how it all comes together once the sound engineer works their magic,” I say, feeling the weight and thrill of what lies ahead.
Jack checks his watch. “We need to get going for our flight to London.”
We all rush out of the studio and into the car waiting for us. The security team is there, and we all pile into three cars to get to the airport.
Miranda and Riley are there waiting for us, but I’m shocked not to see that asshole Brad.
Quickly, I pull Riley aside and ask, “Where is Brad? I thought he was coming with you?”
Riley’s lower lip trembles, but she pushes through and smiles at me. “We broke up.”
I can’t help but feel a little relief. My most recent interactions with him have shown me he’s not the guy I thought he was. But still, Riley is sad, and we can’t have that.
“I’m so sorry. Let’s get you on this flight and a glass of champagne.”
Once we are seated, I tell my alphas to leave us alone and focus back on Riley.
“Things weren’t going well at the end. He put on this nice facade, but it crumbled when I started talking about leaving for Europe again. He wanted me to stay home with him and focus onhiswork andhislife. It just didn’t work out.”
