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03 | The Perfect Mayhem

III: The Perfect Mayhem

IT felt like everything had stopped momentarily.

   "Matthew," Sheena murmured.

When the light bounced of his sliver key, she was forced to tear her gaze away.

   "Look how perfect Miles's body is!" Luna squealed loudly and grabbed her by the arm, shaking her back and forth vigorously.

Sheena hadn't realize that the four on stage were shirtless. The singer, who she suppose is Miles, had his six packs exposed. Someone with a body who you would basically call the typical sex-god. Even though he was the shortest in the band, he was still a head taller than Sheena. His muscle on his forearm tensed up when he gripped the mic tightly as he reach the high note.

Him, on the other hand, has a tall, lithe figure with slight ridges on his abdomen. His sweaty black hair hung in loose curls, covering an eye. His brows farrowed when he changed to the next chord on his guitar and he closed his eyes to feel the beat of the music as he let his body sway.

Sheena had her eyes glued on him, not wanting to leave him even for a second. Was it because of how gracefully his body moves to the rhythm or was it because every time he opened his eyes, his was locked on hers.

The room was dimly lit but he managed to find her easily amongst the sea of people. He had noticed her as soon as she stepped into the room. Matthew watched as her little friend in the metallic sliver dress ran up to her and exchanged a few words before dragging Sheena towards the bar.

   "Good show guys!" Miles cheered.

Gulping down the contents from the bottle of water, Matthew crunched it up and tossed it into the bin before snatching another one from the table and downing it.

   "I'm going to the bar," Matthew mumbled before he swung the door opened.

He scanned among the seas of faces, hoping to find someone familiar. But felt a feeling of disquiet when she wasn't in sight.

   "Hey babe," a lady in a tight black dress purred, not forgetting to press her chest up against his arm as her hands snaked up his chest. "I've seem to have misplaced my bra. Would you like to give me some support?" She winked.

Matthew eyed at her and tried to tug out of her grip.

   "I would if you even needed any," he sniggered. Matthew was sure he have died a thousands of times in her mind.

The lady in the tight dress raised her hand but as soon as she did that. Someone had bumped into Matthew who then bumped into her and she fell back toppling over a mug of beer, spilling the content all over her dress. Thank goodness for the loud music, her scream was drowned out by it. She gave Matthew the finger before stomping off in the opposite direction.

   "Ah, I'm sorr- Matthew," Sheena, who was the culprit, said. "y-you were great up there. I didn't know you were in a band."

Such beautiful hair she has, Matthew thought. Unknowingly, he reached out and gently twirl a piece of hair around his finger causing Sheena to be taken back by surprise.

He thanked her in that deep velvety voice that would cause her to melt and float into dreamland. But got interrupted when an arm swung over her neck and pulled downwards.

   "You didn't tell me you know one of the mayhem members?!" Luna whispered - Loudly.

   "Well. I just found out too."

   "Introduce me to him. C'mon," Luna looked at her with hungry eyes, she was ready to pounce.

She sighed.