Blink Back To Let Me Know -Brallon-

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Summary:

Dallon is starting to get nervous about recording again but, Brendon is always there to help. Spencer and Brendon are up to something and Dallon seems to think the worst as always.

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Notes:

Pay special attention to what Spencer is doing and saying in this chapter. We'll visit it again really soon!

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It's close to 8:30am before we are actually in the car on our way to the studio. Spencer has already called around 7 fucking times and sent a massive amount of text messages asking of our whereabouts. When he texts, Brendon just smiles and shakes his head. He likes to keep Spencer waiting, it's fun for him to see Spencer all wound up and pissy. Truth be told, Spencer is like a kid at Christmas in the studio and Brendon is really no better. The two of them, around all those instruments and recording equipment, is usually why nothing productive happens for about 2 hours out of our 8-10 hour sessions. It's cute how excited they get until they realize what the time is and start trying to rush things. That's where we left off about 8 months ago. We have 5 songs that have lyrics, 3 songs that have actual melody/harmony, and 2 songs that are tracked only for drums and guitar. It's almost like starting over and I start to think about all the events leading up to it.

Had I not fucked up prior to this and had Brendon not decided to take a break to help me, maybe we would have an album recorded by now.

I absent mindedly snap the rubber band on my wrist a few times while I stare out the window. The sharp sting is just distracting enough and though I can see him glance in my direction, he stays mostly quiet and hums along to the radio with a goofy grin on his face.

The drive to the studio is in is only about 20 minutes from our house and surprisingly, even with traffic, we arrive at around 9am.

As we are parking Brendon turns to glare at me. "Alright, I give. Why do you look like you are going to throw up, Dallon?"

"I didn't realize I did?" 

"So you weren't snapping that rubber band on your wrist a few minutes ago?" He arches his eyebrow at me playfully.

Shit.

I fake a small smile even if it means nothing to either of us.

"Hey, everything is going to be fine. I promise. Trust me; I am really fucking nervous too. But, it's just Spence and Kenny. No producers or other musicians today, alright? C'mere." He says softly and pulls me close to him. "I love you, Dallon. I am so fucking proud of you and I want you to know that nothing would ever change that for me, Okay?" He then kisses me; slow and sweet. Taking my lower lip into his teeth, as he pulls away he gives a small growl and I laugh.

"I know. I know you are proud and I am proud of all of us too but, especially you. I know we will be fine. Just residual anxiety I guess? But, goddamnit can you do me a favor and stop with the lip biting thing? Because if I have to walk in there half hard I will make you explain to our bandmates why I have to go take care of myself in the bathroom." I say laughing.

"That sounds like a damn challenge to me, Mr. Weekes but, fine. Have it your way!" He turns and opens his door as I open mine. The summer air is starting to get warmer as the morning moves on and the sunshine is beaming down around us making everything outside seem just that much nicer and brighter.

Like the world is trying to prove its worth; just like I feel like I need to.

I feel his hand at the small of my back guiding me through the doorway and down the subsequent maze of hallways until we reach a dark wooden door ornamented with a maroon sign that reads "Studio 5". My heart feels as if it has completely stopped for a second and I take a deep shaky breath. He looks at me sideways and I smile at him, "No, its fine, I'm good, let's go make some music!"