There had to be a reason why they weren't playing the song correctly- one that wasn't entirely her fault. They had been working on this set list for months, but for some reason they could never complete a rehearsal the way they wanted to. The deadline for their gig was coming up dangerously close, two weeks at that, and they still hadn't finished a single song. It was almost like there was something... missing? Obviously they had a good foundation: a vocalist, a lead guitarist, a bassist, and a percussionist... So what the hell were they missing? After a moment of intense pondering, and mindlessly strumming the strings on her guitar, it hit her.
"Guys!" She shouted, voice booming over the sounds of arguing and sufficiently shutting everyone up. "I think I know what our problem is." She proclaimed, earning the undivided attention of her bandmates, curious eyes now glued to her. She raised a hand, slapping a poster against the wall, eyes following her movements as she did so. "What do all these bands have that we don't?" She asked, watching as the others glanced at each other, as if searching for the answer in their shared confusion.
Priya looked up, her eyes brows knitted. "Original music?"
"No... Well, yes. But, no." Mia sighed, letting her hand drag down from the wall. "It's like... this consistent thing in every single band. Kind of in the background, but still extremely noticeable if it's not there." She explained, hoping her bandmates would take the hint. Though she was only met with more silence, Mia could practically hear crickets chirping in the room. She pursed his lips, a deadpan look overtaking her expression before throwing her back with a loud groan. She put her hands on her hips, deciding to help her bandmates out and fill in the blanks. "We need a drummer."
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WLW rockstar story
She's the danger I crave to taste ( gxg intersex )
49 bab Lengkap Dewasa
49 bab
Lengkap
Dewasa
"Willow, wait." Blake's voice was rough, her breath coming in uneven gasps as my fingers unzipped her fly. "Before we go any further, this is your last chance to stop me."
I frowned. "Why would I?"
"Because if you let me take you now, you're mine. Forever." Her intense gaze burned into me. "And there will be no turning back."
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Willow's life is a desperate rhythm of morning lectures, late-night shifts, a messy family, and counting every dollar just to make it through.
Blake is her classmate, the girl everyone on campus fears. Some say she has ties to the Mafia, others claim she deals in things far worse. But one thing is certain. No one dares to mess with her because those who have ended up in the hospital.
One night, on her way home after another exhausting shift, Willow finds Blake bleeding out on the street.
Against every instinct, she helps her.
But Blake, as it turns out, isn't the kind of person who lets debts go unpaid. When Willow's stepfather aggressively demands money from her, Blake steps in and handles it without hesitation.
Now, questions haunt Willow.
Who is Blake really?
Are the rumors about her true?
And most terrifying of all, why can't she stop thinking about her knowing that whatever burns between them is destined for destruction?
Be careful this story contains:
Profanity
Smut
Violence