In Your Dreams

25 || Phoebe Summers

"How many wires do you need to connect?" I ask as I kept my eyes on every movement Emmett makes. He moves around the equipment and looks like he's assessing everything. "Which equipment belongs to whom?" I fight back the urge to grin when Emmett release a loud groan. He didn't turn to meet my gaze, instead he crouched down and tug on one of the wires and connect it to the speaker.

I'm enjoying this-asking questions and genuinely being interested while not helping out setting things up. I don't hear him complaining anyway, except for the occasional groans and sighs.

"What will we be rehearsing anyway?" I ask again, but this time instead of a groan and ignoring me. Emmett turns suddenly around, an obvious flare of his nostril and his eyebrows furrowed when his glare met my eyes.

"Oh, someone is angry." I tease, blinking rapidly.

A harsh laugh came out of him. The sound of it echoes around the empty, sound-proof walls. "Oh, angry is too much for what I'm feeling right now." He says, his tone sharp as a knife. "Instead of questions, why don't you help me out here?" The corners of Emmett's mouth lift in a maniacal smile.

I shake my head. "I'd rather observe and questions than helping for my first time." I flash Emmett a friendly smile. If only I still have that cheap coffee with me, I still would have sipped it loudly in front of him just to tick him off even more. "You hadn't answered any of my questions." I frown.

Emmett closes his eyes for a whole half a minute. His patience is dwindling, and I'm here, enjoying every second of it. Maybe joining this band was the best decision I had ever made. I can keep teasing Emmett while he can't do anything-unless he snaps and fought back.

He turns until his back is facing me. I lean to the side to check what he's doing, since his body is blocking my view. Emmett isn't that slender, but he isn't that large either. He's somewhere in between large and slender, plus those muscles around his bicep when he crosses his arms over his chest like that adds volume that made him lean more to the large scale.

Okay, what the hell is wrong with me talking about Emmett's biceps. A sudden choke of air tried to assassinate me.

Emmett turns back around to check up on me, there was a hint of concern and joy flashing in his eyes. "Holy shit, are you dying?" He asks, his tone sounding too excited.

I flip him off while I hurl a fist right on top of my lungs. Dying by choking from air might be the most boring way to go.

"You're an idiot if you accidentally choke on your breath." Emmett chuckles and shakes his head before turning back to assess the equipment. Once I've calmed down, I pull a napkin from my bag and wipe away the tears that had formed around my eyes. I watch as Emmett navigates around the room, checking each individual speakers.

"Can you answer my questions now, please?" I watch him walk around, adjusting something in the speakers. It releases a torrent of high-frequency screeching for each speaker he touches, drowning my voice. "Can you not?" I shout loud enough to be heard from the loudspeaker he's adjusting.

He chuckles again before finally lowering down the volume of the screeching speaker. "Get used to it. You'll be here for the next three months anyway." Emmett walks away from the speaker and went to the drum set lying in the middle of the entire equipment.

"You still hadn't answered my questions."

I hear him release a sigh before grabbing one of the drums and place them in their respective stands. This sound so stupid that I'm not very knowledgeable about band equipment terminology. That's why I want to observe and ask questions during my first day, to be familiar about things.

Emmett grabbed the drumsticks from a bag and struck the cymbals. "Alecks owns this drum set; therefore he's the default drummer in the band."

I angle my head like a confused wild animal, "What do you mean by default drummer?"