Chapter Eighteen #2
“Okay, so this song I’m going to play you is all about how when you love someone, it’s with your whole being.
Not just with your heart, but your soul, your skin, your hair, your energy, and your aura.
” She takes a deep breath as if the words are soothing to her.
She closes her eyes, taking in the peace of the silence.
I look at Lunar, who’s trying not to laugh.
She sounds like an idiot.
How can your skin and hair love someone?
She’s a fricking fruit cake!
Effa jumps on the spot and smiles wide. “Okay, so when I play the song, I want you to envisage a cloud of white light enveloping you and entering every pore of your body. I need you to feel the connection to the lyrics and to the harmony. Okay?”
Taking a steadying breath, I can’t stop my lips from pursing into a tight line. “Yep… okay,” I say simply to appease her.
She pulls out her cell and opens an app. I look at Lunar, who shrugs, then turns back to Effa.
This chick has seriously smoked too much of the wacky-tobaccy in her time.
She presses a button and takes a deep breath.
“Okay, close your eyes,” she instructs, then closes her eyes, putting her hands out in front of her.
One of her hands holds her cell, while the other is palm-out, facing me.
“My aura reading says your eyes aren’t closed, Danger.
Close them and imagine the white cloud of light,” she instructs before the beat kicks in.
I glance at Lunar while shaking my head. She rolls her eyes, but then closes them.
I figure, what the hell, it won’t hurt. So I close my eyes, but I certainly don’t envisage any ball of fucking light.
My parents are the hippies—I certainly am not.
The music drifts through the room.
The riffs and the beats are all similar to Recoil’s.
Ryan was fucking right.
Their sound is good, and I sit up straighter on the bed.
Then suddenly, Effa’s voice filters through the cell, and my chest tightens.
It’s commanding, husky, and robust, utterly captivating, drawing me into a trance.
It’s incredible, and I know instantly her vocal style will work brilliantly with mine and that this is the perfect move for our two bands.
My eyes snap open when the song reaches its crescendo. Effa’s eyes are still closed as she sways to her own music, embodying a true free spirit.
I stand, striding over to her, grabbing the cell, and stopping the song. She opens her eyes, her body jolts, and falls slightly like she’s been woken from a deep sleep. She furrows her brows, gazing at me, her lips downturned.
“You broke the white light. You don’t like the music?” she queries, her expression deflating.
Lunar opens her eyes wide in astonishment, unable to fathom how I couldn’t appreciate what I’d just heard.
“No, you have me wrong. I’m shocked that such a powerful, enigmatic voice can come from something as petite as you,” I clarify.
“Good vocal coaching. So… what’s the verdict?”
“I say we write a song. You and me. A hardcore love rock anthem. Intense emotion, something to catch people off-guard,” I suggest.
She rises onto her toes and claps her hands together, gazing at the ceiling. “Praise Gaia, I’m thrilled you’ve seen the light!”
“Well, sometimes we all have to step out of our comfort zones. Someone remarkable recently showed me that.” I glance at Lunar and think how brave she’s been lately. Her courage is truly inspirational.
“Okay, so we have a few weeks of rehearsals before we kick off the tour. We need to make sure we have nailed this song by then, right?” Effa asks.
“Yes, we should have it polished and ready for the tour. If we can get it playing on the radio during the opening week of the tour, that would be ideal,” I respond.
“Right, so tomorrow… you, me, a writing party we will be.”
“Yes. Good thinking, Effa.”
“I’m not just a pretty face.” She pops out her hip, which makes Lunar and me laugh.
“Okay, I’m heading out, so you two can do whatever it is you two do. Have a good night, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and thanks for this opportunity, Danger. I really appreciate it.”
I pat her shoulder and guide her to the door. “This will be great for both of us. Night, Effa.”
“Goodnight, Danger. Bye, Lunar,” she calls out before she exits.
“See ya,” Lunar responds.
I close the door and turn, walking back toward Lunar with a bright smile.
“I hope we can come up with something decent. My songs lately have all been a little on the depressing side,” I admit.
Lunar walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck like we were before Effa arrived. I slide my arms around her waist, running my thumbs against her soft skin under her shirt.
“Think of all the good things in your life rather than the bad. Things are looking up, Danger. Concentrate on that aspect.”
I pull her into a tight hug and nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling her fruity smell that sends my cock into a frenzy. “What would I do without you?” I murmur.
She embraces me, holding me tightly. “Probably waste away on whiskey and hot women.”
Laughing, I pull back from her slightly and gaze into her blue eyes. “True story. So you’ll be here tomorrow to be my muse when we’re writing, right?” I ask hopefully. But then she tenses in my arms and chews on her bottom lip. “Or, maybe you won’t?”
“It’s just… I-I have a meeting with the organizers of the fundraiser tomorrow.
They’re discussing galas and whatnot, where we can have special guest speakers.
Maybe even have you guys perform if you are available.
They’re saying they’ll invite the who’s who of Aussie celebrities,” she explains hesitantly.
“Well, that’s great, Lunar. I’m so fucking proud of you,” I say honestly.
“But if you need me to stay here and help you, I can talk to them via email?” she offers.
Shaking my head adamantly, I hold her tighter. “No way. This is your job. You left the Savages MC to stand on your own two feet. You be the strong woman you’re meant to be.”
She grins, pulling me toward the bed. “A strong woman, hey?”
Grinning, I nod. “So fucking strong.”
Lunar leans in to grab the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, throwing it to the floor, then spins and pushes me back onto the bed. I chuckle while she slides her dress over her body and moves to the edge of the bed, kneeling over me.
My cock hardens instantly when her nails dig into my chest, causing me to hiss between my teeth.
“Then let me show you how strong I can be.” Her voice is husky, full of desire, before she leans down, pressing her lips to mine forcefully.
Oh, fuck. yes!