The Bargain with the Billionaire

Chapter 2- Music

"Some people have lives; some people have music." - John Green

Two months ago

Dominique's POV

I'm here standing on a small stage with a microphone in my hand feeling every words coming out of my lips. Behind me are my bandmates the guitarist, keyboardist, drummer, and violinist. Yes, we have violinist in the house. If you're asking why, well we just had one recently after my bandmates decided to accept this weird woman with her weird thick glasses and with her weird costume. Everything about her is weird screaming weird if I may say.

I'm the leader of the band. Take note the word leader and I'm supposed to be the one to have the first say and last say about things happening in the band in general, but for some unknown reason they just ignored my precious opinion and decided on their own. One day I may not even be surprised if they will say to me hey, you're out of the band and as timid as I am will pack my things and never utter a word. Yes, I'm timid or that's what I want to believe, at least compared to other members.

You're probably wondering why I became the leader. Well don't because I'm also wondering why myself. And by the way, just for a bit of information, they just decided that for myself when we're just starting the band.

They said, you'll be the leader, and when I asked why instead of saying NO which my logical mind told me to, they just gave me their wicked smiles and said in chorused, cause you're the only female specie in the group, followed by cracking laughters and high fives.

"Yes, I'm the only girl here. But that's only their opinion. Because for me, I'm one of the boys. And well, we have two, now that this weird woman on my left is in. Don't think I'm so mean, I'm not. I don't hate the woman really. It's just that it's new to me and I'm not very ecstatic about it and I'm not the only one.

Our drummer, Carl, who by the way is a doctor, freaking doctor who plays drums! Not every day you can encounter a neurosurgeon who plays drums. Freaking unbelievable right?

Well, this Dr. Carlisle Rodriquez here in my right is having a cold shoulder to the new member. Not smiling, not talking, not looking, not even a glimpse, really awkward for this little missy playing violin in my left. See what I mean? I'm not that mean compared to the doctor. At least I'm smiling at her and talking to her a little and I'm not giving vibes, which says get lost, you're not welcome here just like the neurosurgeon in my right is giving her.

It's a wonder our music sounds nice though and the tune of the instruments are not fighting with each other just like the person who plays them. All in all the performance is perfect and I can hear shouting of excitement from the audience saying 'more, more' and we did just that. After a few more songs, we gave the stage to the second band who will be performing for the night.

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"Hey, Nique, wanna ride?" Carl asked as he approached his red Porsche. The other members just left one after the other after giving me a wink, which they usually do and I wonder why. Sometimes it irritated me and I wished bad air struck them and the wink just remain on their faces for years. For sure ladies will not love that. It will be amusingly abnormal.

I smile at Carl. He looks handsome as ever with his dark blue jeans, white shirt, and black leather jacket. Typical outfit of a man who's in a band but not of a doctor and a neurosurgeon for that matter.

"No, thanks, my boyfriend will pick me up." He pouted and it's adorable and I tried not to giggle. Most ladies will probably do that when they see him like that. But those ladies are very unfortunate because the doctor slash drummer never usually shows that side of him except now and that's a miracle really.

Most of the time, he is quiet and he has his own world. Chev the bassist called it Carl Land, Demon the pianist called it Carl World and I Dominique the vocalist called it Carl Planet. We don't know what Carl called it. We never asked and I doubt he will name it. It's just a secret of us three naming it. I wonder what's the new member will call it, probably Carl Kingdom.

Speaking of the new member, she's walking towards us with her weird thick glasses on and her weird outfit – black blouse tucked under her lavender floral skirt, which is reaching her heel. What a combination!

She waved at us as she approaches and smiled sweetly. At least her smile is normal and beyond normal. Except for her scar on the left side of her cheek and sprouting acnes all over her face, I think she's beautiful. Her smile made the difference because she smiles with her eyes. I smiled back at her but Carl, as usual, ignored her and the violinist never mind it.

As a matter of fact, she ignored him the same way and I can't help but throw them amused look. The woman has guts. I mean huge guts for ignoring the ever handsome Carlisle. I mean no woman can do that to Dr. Carlisle Rodriquez. Alright, I'm a bit exaggerating here but yes that's for the record. I'm definitely sure she hurt his pride.

She bid goodbye to me but not to Carl and I can't help but smile when I look at him.

"What?" He asked frowning.

"You don't like her that much do you?" I asked grinning at him.

"Who? The Alien?" I can't help myself not to laugh when he said that and he laughed as well to my surprise.

Shoot! I'm definitely right. She hurt his pride and now the violinist has a codename Alien from the doctor slash drummer.

Good thing she's a few meters away from us walking towards her weird car. I wonder if she's living at a weird house with her weird family. All right so much for the weird because my so handsome and intelligent boyfriend is smiling sweetly at me.

"Your geek is here, I better go." Carl waved goodbye and of course with a wink also. What's with the wink really? And he called my boyfriend geek. Actually they all do except me of course and they don't like him that much, again except me of course, I like him a lot and I love him.

"Hey, honey." He hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. I put my arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. I moaned and so is he and I'm certain he will break the kiss because when one of us moaned while kissing that's the signal to break the kiss and he always is the one to do that, because, do I need to put it in words? Ok fine, I'm perfectly alright if he takes me right here right now.

Okay, I'm exaggerating here a bit because we're in a parking lot as of the moment. What I mean is, it's alright with me if we do that thing before going to the altar.

But having a boyfriend that is so divine helps you to be a little divine as well. Don't get me wrong and don't ever think he's a gay please, because he is not. He is not at the level where he can be a candidate for saint either. Ask me why. It is because of those eyes. When he looks at me after we kissed I can see them burning with desire. See what I mean? He respects me more than I respect myself, crazy but that's the truth and I love him more for that and may I add, he's hot, as in HOT and he's rich as in RICH. Well, the latter is not that as important as the first but I don't want to be hypocrite; of course that's a plus. Who wouldn't want to have a rich boyfriend nowadays? You tell me.

Now I wonder what went wrong. He's not stopping the kiss and he's holding me tighter to him as if he never want to let go of me. But I broke the kiss myself to his surprise and to my surprise as well, and that's the first time. The logical side of my brain is telling me there's something wrong with him. Lately, he's doing some extras. When I said extras, I mean extra sweet, extra caring, extra loving, extra everything and what he's doing right now is maybe called extra passionate and I don't know how to handle this one because I don't know how to handle myself when it comes to this. Usually, he handles it for me, for us.