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21.

The next morning, Hawk woke up covered in sweat and lust. In his defense, the night before he did get a lot of wet-dream material.

He got ready and took advantage of the fact that everyone was still asleep to first hit the gym and then go swimming in the pool. A few laps in the cold water would definitely help ease his horny mind.

He kept himself busy for nearly two hours, getting back inside the house only after eight, when the others were gathered around the table to eat breakfast. Still wet from the pool, he joined them, without caring that he was leaving wet footprints behind.

"Morning," he said to everyone. They absently greeted him back, still too sleepy to engage in an actual conversation.

Hawk shot a quick glance at Addie, noticing she was reading something on her phone. He thought it was a book, but when he got a glimpse of the phone screen, he frowned.

"That's not one of ours," he said, eyeing the unfamiliar music sheet.

Addie craned her neck and looked up at him. "It's not," she confirmed. "Felice sent it to me earlier this morning."

Hawk furrowed his brows. "Earlier? It's eight-thirty."

She shrugged. "He was up at six."

Hawk scoffed. So was I. He's not special. "Is it for the piece you're doing together?" he asked, though the answer was obvious. She just nodded. "Did you tell Arden and Robin?"

"Tell us what?" Arden asked, curious.

"Felice Montefusco asked me to sing with him for his show of The Phantom of The Opera," Addie explained, unable to hold back her excited smile.

Arden raised his brows. "Really? That's amazing!"

"The Felice Montefusco? Damn, girl, get it," Robin agreed, high-fiving her.

Hawk didn't find it that exciting. "Does no one else see how this could have a negative outcome for the band?" he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

As he spoke, Brianne waltzed in, perfectly dressed in her usual attire and typing on her phone. "What could have a negative outcome for the band?" she repeated, overhearing Hawk's remark.

"Addie singing with Felice Montefusco," he replied.

"The Felice Montefusco?"

"Okay, come on, he's not that famous," Hawk muttered, annoyed.

"Yes, he is, you ignorant ass," Brianne told him. "Why would it be negative for the band?"

Addie sighed. "It wouldn't. He's just being paranoid."

He scowled. "I am not. I just think that if we already put you out there alone people will start appreciating you more as a soloist than as a band member. And you'll thrive in that attention to the point where you'll leave the band to seek it out more," he explained, like it was obvious.

"That's not true," Addie said, exasperated, rolling her eyes. She noticed however that Brianne was being a bit too serious. "You're not actually listening to what he's saying, right?"

Brianne hummed. "He might have a point. Don't sign anything yet, Addie. Let me think it through."

Addie widened her eyes. "What? Brianne, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can't miss out on it," she said, leaning in preoccupied.

"I'm not saying you have to say no right away. Just, you know, let me figure it out. Hawk might not be so wrong. I'll get back to you with an answer later. I gotta go now," Brianne reassured her, though it didn't sound very encouraging at all.