La Douleur Exquise // Muke {Completed}

Frusté

Michael had hated every moment of trying to record the drums. It's something completely different when there's a microphone dangling over every drum and cymbal that Michael didn't know the names of, and every mistake he made was picked up, no matter how small.

People were getting frustrated, but not nearly as much as Michael himself, who thought doing this would be easy and he could just record it and go home. The only good part was he could take out his frustration onto the drums themselves, that made it a little less stressful.

Michael was also nervous, because every time he looked up, even for a second, he was met with blue eyes that were staring at him so intensely that Michael felt his heart flutter faster and that would lead to him faltering for a second and ruining everything.

He felt stupid as well, after hearing the blonds exceptional piano, he felt as if he had to be good, just to impress him. Of course that wasn't going well and now he was just a total fool who couldnt co-ordinate his hands and feet together and he was thinking of phoning Ashton and getting him to do it because he was just so embarrassed.

Apparently though, Michael had managed to go through it alright in the end, and once done he looked over to see thumbs up coming from the people wearing the massive headphones and sitting behind the mixer Michael vaguely knew how to use. They all looked just as relieved as Michael felt.

Michael stood up, legs stiff from being sat down for so long, arms and wrists aching harshly, and Michael massaged them whilst walking out the room, cursing over his incompetence under his breath.

Walking throughout the door that lead into the mixing room, he brushed past the other boy, Michael awkwardly muttering an apology under his breath. The blond didn't seem annoyed at being kept waiting, but then again, Michael wasn't sure at all what he was feeling, as his eyes were completely dull and lifeless, impossible to read.

Michael knew he could of left then, he had no reason the be there, but he wanted to watch the other boy record his part. Michael wasn't sure why he did, he'd already heard him play the piano earlier, so he had no reason too, but something had him drawn towards the boy. He didn't want to leave yet.

What surprised Michael though was that blond walked past the piano that was pressed against the wall, instead picking up a black electric guitar, strumming it a couple of times before playing out the melody he needed to record.

Michael watched, slightly confused, as surely he would be playing the piano, he was obviously talented at that, so why is he playing guitar. Don't get Michael wrong, he was amazing at guitar too, but there was no feeling to it like there was piano, he was just going through the fast paced melody with no life, just the paces he had to go through. Him standing with a guitar was as lifeless as his eyes, and it saddened Michael.

So many people exclaim about how music changed their lives and how they're better, happier people because of it. That didn't seem to be the case though, the boy looking downright depressed, and Michael had no idea what he could do about it. After all, they were just strangers, if anything it would seem rude to say anything.

It didn't take long for him to finish playing his part, only having to go through it twice, and he took off the guitar, placed it on its stand and started walking out the building. Michael quickly checked it was fine for him to leave, receiving an annoyed nod from someone who obviously wished Michael had been quicker playing those drums so they could get home early, but Michael had no time to apologise because he was out the door and dashing after the other boy.

It didn't take long to catch up with him, considering Michael was running and the other was walking, slowly at that, but that didn't mean Michael was panting way too hard considering the short run when he reached him.

"Hey sorry, I don't want to seem rude, I was just wondering, why weren't playing piano for the thing back there?" Michael asked, words quick and nervous as the other boy looked down at him, expressionless.

He shrugged,"My piano is for me, not you or anyone else, me," he replied simply, but it only worked to confuse Michael more. After all, if Michael had that sort of talent, he'd want the whole world to realise, and surely everyone was like that. Everyone wants fame in some way, most just don't want to admit it in fear of being ridiculed, because that's usually what happens.

"It's just you're really good, if I was you, I'd showcase that talent," Michael added, now walking beside the taller boy, who seemed tense that Michael was near him, like something bad could happen. Michael was probably just reading between the lines though, that happened a lot.

"Yeah, well, I'd prefer for its to be my own talent, no one in this world deserves to hear it and feel moved by it, everyone's an asshole, I don't want my music to be heard by assholes," he said, seemingly trying to explain why, but Michael was even more bewildered.

"Do you think I'm an asshole?" Michael asked, and the other rolled his eyes, the answer obvious to him.

"Yes," he replied, and Michael snorted, not sure whether to be offended or not now.

"Listen, I've got to run, I'm Michael though, and I promise you I'm not an asshole," Michael said, smiling brightly and holding out a hand to shake.

"Luke," Luke replied, and the name fitted him, simple and short, almost blunt. It worked with his personality so far. Luke ignored Michael's hand, looking like he was about to leave,"And only a real asshole would have to convince me otherwise through words alone," he added sharply, leaving Michael confused and wanting to know more about Luke now.

And then they had sex the end

I'm really excited for this it's gonna be good wowowow

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