After the cinnamon roll fiasco, the four boys decided that now would be as good a time as any to practice. The boys aren't necessarily "famous" but they definitely had a large fan following and had a growing list of gigs set up.
It seemed each week that they grew closer and closer to the stardom that none of them necessarily desired. For them it was more about the music than the money and fame. Don't get them wrong though. The money was more than anyone could have expected for a little band like them and the fans were dedicated.
Cori's favorite song by far was Voodoo Doll because Michael, her original favorite, sounded so beautiful. He owned that song for very obvious reasons. Cori's least favorite song was probably English Love Affair for the "powder white complexion" lyric that she will always hold against the four boys. Upon hearing the song played for the first time, she gave them all the most powerful side eye.
Currently, Luke was starting off their newest song She's Kinda Hot while simultaneously poking at Michael's cheek.
"My girlfriend's bitching 'cause I always sleep in." Luke sang while pointing directly at Cori. Hey it's not her fault that none of these boys know how to get up at a normal time.
Halfway through the song, Cori began to sing along and dance to the beat. Minus the obvious playful jabs at her during the first verse, it was a feel good song. It had a Teenagers by My Chemical Romance feel to it yet somehow still had their mark on it.
As they went into the next song, Cori focused her attention on Calum. Good ole Calum.
She watched intently as his long and slender fingers danced across the strings of his bass. Calum always made the same face when playing his instrument which consisted of an open mouth, pouted lips, and his thick eyebrows meeting in the middle of his forehead in concentration.
Cal slid his tongue over his lips as his biceps flexed and his jaw clenched. More often than not, her eyes would drift to his tan arms where veins would occasionally pop out and his muscles were more prominent than ever.
Lord was it getting hot in here or what? Not only did she mean the bassist but it was genuinely beginning to get hot in the room. Taking Ashton's shirt back off, she was left in a pair of nike pros and a sports bra much to Cal's dismay. Thanks to her four years on her high school's competitive cheerleading team as a base, Cori had a pretty nice butt if she did say so herself. All those squats she had to do to lift her flyers actually did her some good.
As Social Casualty started, Cori officially lost it. Singing and jumping around Cori was basically having the time of her life as was Calum, who was watching her butt move up, down, and around. The other boys were taking respectful eyefuls as well but of course they would never admit to it. Cori meanwhile was in her own little world surrounded only by the music. As the last "la da da's" kicked in, Cori and Michael danced together, shoulder shimmying back and forth.
Eventually they only had two songs left to practice so the brown eyed girl decided to let them have a little privacy and retreated to the kitchen.
Oh they hated to see her go but boy did they love to watch her walk away.
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