☆ ~ 𝓦𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒪𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻𝑒 - Milex Fanfic ~ ☆ [+18]

37.- Become Safe

Moving from left to right the bells of danger will ring and a strange path in Miles' life will open.

July 03, 2010

While the boys before finishing concentrated on tuning some guitars, ordering scrambled scores between the folders and arranging things in their correct place, at one end of the room, almost conversing with his guitar it was seen the main character that caught my attention. His wavy dark chestnut mane danced from time to time with the movements of his arm and fingers on the strings gave permission. Apparently, he didn't really feel like approaching us, so he didn't have to run into Jeffrey. Dan and the guys in my band in the studio were trying to finish the job and Alex, on the contrary, was far from feeling comfortable in that place. Carey, noticed my crucial interest in the Sheffield band guy and addressed me, concentrating on what I would talk about head-on. His approach made him show interest in him. He questioned about one of the singles from my album, I happily commented that his ideas are always welcome. The producer spoke slowly and commented on that girl, and I knew who it was. A model, specifically Gavin Rossdale's daughter, to take on her lead role in Come Closer. He was convinced that he would work with her. 

 "Yes," he said, "you may know her. 

 "Oh, of course, Daisy, isn't it?" 

 "We are connected. 

 "She's living right in my building," I smiled in amazements seeing Alex in the distance, who at the time was attentive to our conversation. "As soon as he knows, he will surely go to visit you.

I smiled gratefully. Dan, moving away from me, resumed the conversation with the boys. Alex continued to play his Les Paul Custom Black (the same guitar he had given him at Christmas 2008), and was able to cease his action when he saw me attending to him with uneasiness. In just a few minutes we decided to finish, so we could take a break, and he was the one who approached me a little disoriented and also downcast. I thought I would rather not drag him to come if being close to Jeffrey made him uncomfortable, anyway, he spoke, removing all guilt inside me. 

 "I have a piece of advice. Don't change the sound of the guitar this time. 

 "I won't. You were the one who inspired the name of my album. I owe you, Al. 

 He looked at me sleepily with his corners raised, showing a clear weariness as he stretched out his arms. He was happy because my album was finished and Colour Of The Trap is a representative and valuable song for the fact that it is quite deep and also very ours. 

 Alex yawned "I must leave now," he said. I responded with effect, with a visual play between her fleshy lip fold and her eyes. I got caught. Furthermore, I found out if I gave myself away to any of the guys in the music room. 

 "Do you want me to accompany you?" —I proposed, without thinking of something more intimate. 

 "I'd rather you not, Alexa will go to the studio, I need to talk to her. 

 "Oh, that's all right. 

 I got the message right away and showed understanding. His eyelids throbbed quickly, and he waited for me to mess up his hair by saying a discreet and quick goodbye. Then, he said goodbye to the others, I was even certain that his stomach stirred a little in a bad way when heading to Jeff. Anyway, he went to the exit door with his guitar well-supported on his back. Alex and Alexa were going through a bad time, or so I deduced, and I shouldn't interrupt at all. Time passed much faster after that.

~

The sample of all the kinds of music that he investigated and mixed alone made me understand that he is the kind of boy who stimulated my senses to make them much sharper. Jeff visited me even more than Alex in my flat, and lately, I was very connected to him and that was magical. The obviousness of the matter was that Alex and Jeff mean different things to me, and that, to the boy who had left a while ago, filled him with insecurity, distrust, and maybe a little jealousy.Over the course of minutes, we finished our work. Jeff looked exhausted, but he wanted to convince us that a few beers from the canteen would be a good way to take the stress out. He turned his eyes on mine and asked if a toast to today could be the result of a splendid mood to end the night.