The room is quiet, you can hear a pin drop, even the air circulates like a gentle breeze almost like it’s set to cool our minds to tune into the music. Anu and the producer listen on the headphones. She signals to the producer, and he does whatever she’s asking, even telling him when to stop with her hand signals.
This goes on for a while; she nods and signals, it’s like she’s speaking a language only she and the producer understand. It’s amazing to watch her work, they both take the headphones off and play the music out loud for everyone to hear. The sound and beat all perfectly sync. When the song ends, everyone is clapping and cheery.
“That last umph is why we say she makes magic.” Andrea’s tone is melodic.
I nod and to my surprise, Anu comes to hug me. I’m so happy hugging her. I can feel her joy.
“That was amazing,” I whisper to her. She pulls back and smiles before going to hug Andrea.
Jordan comes over to shake my hand. I hope it means; I’m accepted.
Before I can say anything, another song starts to play and the room erupts in cheers and everyone turns to Anu.
“Time to do your thing, MAK,” the producer shouts.
“Show us what you got, MAK,” Andrea joins in.
With a joyous laugh, she starts to dance, singing along to the upbeat song, her movements light and carefree. I’m delighted by her unrestrained happiness. It doesn’t take long for everyone to join in.
“It’s a wrap,” the producer yells. They all clap.
“What happens next?” I ask Andrea.
“We go and eat to celebrate, and Ross does his last updates. They are done a month before the deadline, which is unbelievable. The album release party will be arranged and then, the release.”
I nod. This is all new to me, but I find it refreshing. Anu comes closer to me.
“We are all heading to our favorite restaurant, do you want to come?” I smile, though I’m jumping happily inwardly. She’s inviting me.
“Yes, if that’s okay with your friends.”
“Sure, they are the more, means merrier.” I laugh.
Chapter 31
Anu-Ms K
The moment the group decided to go out for dinner and some partying, Daniel calls his driver to bring the car. He arrives in time. He and I ride in his car and everyone else seems to pair up differently.
We arrive at the lounge, and we are immediately escorted to a private section. We sit to eat; everyone orders the usual. Daniel decides to order the same food as me. Not surprised he did that. I like that he tries to know me, even in unexpected ways.
The group soon starts to joke and make fun of each other. I notice Jordan isn’t trying to be friendly with Daniel, who doesn’t seem to care much about Jordan. I like that, he can hold his own in our loud group that’s always happy.
Soon as the food is done, the drink starts to flow and the quick dances begin. Daniel is quiet. Thank goodness for Andrea keeping him company. He seems content watching me be myself. I danced with a few of our guys, except Wes. Can’t stand the guy, his attitude always rubs me the wrong way.
He’s as arrogant and as pompous as they come.
I block out Wes’s piercing stare and let myself have fun. Daniel and I share a quick smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. His eyes has been fixed on me all evening, a silent, unwavering gaze fixated on my every move. I thought he would find the session boring and leave or say he needs to leave after we had dinner, but nope, he seems content watching me dance all night.
He smiles at whatever it is Andrea is saying to him, but his eyes are intensely on me. I need not question the open desire in his eyes. There are fantasies and reality, which tend to be two separate things, but today I had a merger of both. The best sex of my life, and with the way he’s looking at me. I’m guaranteed a repeat, which my bad angel is happy about.
Am I happy?
“Yes, you are,” responds my good angel.
I dance a few more times before Jordan starts to call it a night. Then, and only then, does Daniel take my hand, and this time, I don’t pull away; I let him lead me to his parked car. We get in the car and, to my surprise, he pulls me to him, and I do not resist. It’s pointless resisting such warmth and his chiseled chest. Especially when I know it makes me happy.
Our drive is quiet. When Zack pulls up at the building, I say good night to him. Daniel doesn’t say a word, he just pulls me along with him
