Drum's heartbeat

The circle

Later that day the band is sitting around in a circle with a guitar, trying to come up with some lyrics for a new song they have been working on. I thought I would try and be helpful as they worked. All of us have already taken a shower and are lounging in comfy clothing. I’m wearing Light blue sweatpants and a white tank top, the others are in Pajamas, and Storm? Well, he’s in a pair of white sweatpants and nothing else. God, his body is perfect.

“Hey guys, do you want me to order us two large pizzas?” I ask them and they all look at me like I’m some kind of savior and I giggle.

“Yes please, all this work, and coming up with nothing has got me hungry,” Jax says and everyone else agrees.

“Make one of them mushroom would ya?” Storm asks sounding a bit stressed out and out of it.

“Sure. Anything else?” I ask them all in general.

“That will do, thank y...” Steel begins but Storm cuts him off.

“Actually. We could use a bit of help over here if you don’t mind.” He says while giving me pleading eyes I can’t refuse.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” I ask walking up to him and he hands me a pair of drum sticks.

“Could you give us a beat that would work well with this guitar solo?” He asks as he grabs the guitar that is laying next to him on the u shaped sofa, and I shrug.

“I can try. Let me hear it.” I say as I sit next to him and grab a thick magazine from the coffee table and set it on my lap.

He smiles a little, before playing the most beautiful guitar solo I have ever heard on an acoustic guitar.

It was pack full of emotion and it almost sounded as if the guitar was crying beautifully. The sound had a blues touch to it. Something the band didn’t normally play.

I closed my eyes as I took in the sound and thought of what the drum would sound like flowing with that solo.

He stopped playing and I opened my eyes to see him look at me as if he is waiting for my response.

“That’s incredible Storm. I think the drums should be playing a slow tempo through that part. You wouldn’t want the drums to overpower that lovely sound. Take it from the top,” I tell him and he smirks proudly before playing the solo again and I started a slow tempo on the magazine on my lap, then I started to play a catchy beat, one that flowed nicely with the solo but didn’t take the attention away from it.

I can feel his eyes on me as we both stopped playing and he let out a deep breath.

“Shit... that was perfect.” Storm said shaking his head and the others agreed.

“Hell yeah. We have to get that beat recorded tomorrow in the basement studio.” Steel says as he walks over to fist bump me.

“Hey now... this doesn’t mean I’m part of the band,” I tell them and they all but sigh.

“What a damn shame that is.” Storm says before taking notes on his composition notebook.

“Do you think you can remember that beat?” He asks me without pulling his gaze away from his notes.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s order some damn pizza before I eat one of yalls limbs instead.” He says jokingly and I laugh.

“Who knew you were a cannibalistic monster without food?” I tell him and he bites his lip as he looks me up and down like a cat sizing up a mouse.

“You wanna order that pizza or offer yourself as tribute?”

I roll my eyes as I reach for my phone and call a local pizzeria.

30 minutes later the pizza arrives and the guys all but climb over each other on the couch as they sprint towards the guy holding the two pizzas.

Steel tips the man and they begin to eat pizza like wild animals. I didn’t realize how hungry we all were until the amazing smell hit my nostrils.

As we finish, Storm grabs everyone’s empty plates and he takes mine with a small smile that never fails to make my heart race.

“Satisfied?” He asks and I nod as I wipe my mouth with my napkin.

“f**k yeah,” I say petting my full belly that felt hard as a rock now.

He looks down to my lips momentary then back at my eyes with amusement.

“Dirty mouth on you.” He comments as he walks away with the plate and I follow him to the kitchen to wash my saucy hands.

“Looks who talking. You are literally the king of dirty words.” I comment and he snorts as I wash my hands.

“And, oh, how I love being the king.” He says with a wink and before I could think better of it, I flick some water in his direction and he gasps before smirking at me.

“Careful Zoe. If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re trying to get my shirt wet to see my nipples.” He says teasingly and laughs.

“Oh please, I’ve seen your n*****s, they seem like regular n*****s to me. They aren’t even pierced.” I say and he c***s an eyebrow at me.

“And yours are?” He asks but before I have time to tell him to mind his own, Steel walks into the kitchen to take the trash out, and he looks between Storm and me curiously, and Storm pretends to be looking for something in the kitchen drawers before walking towards the living room.

Steel chuckles.

“I’ll give him a week before he admits he’s into you.” He tells me and my eyes go wide.

“What are you talking about?” Steel gives me a knowing look.

“Come on Zoe. Have you met you? You’re pretty much exactly his type. Just don’t get caught up in him Alright? I love him as I would my brothers, but I know his record with women, and men for that matter.” He says in a warning tone that has me feeling a bit sour.

“Yeah. Well, don’t worry. I plan on keeping my job, and staying focused.”

Steel sighs as he takes in my sudden change in mood.

“Tomorrow after working in the studio we normally go out for some drinks, perhaps we’ll go to a weed bar and hang out. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

The thought of the guys going to the bar to most likely pick up women except for steel, of course, made me feel a bit awkward. I mean sure, I could probably get laid myself, I’m a catch, but I’m not the type to hit it and quit it.

“I don’t know. That’s not usually my scene.”

He squints his eyes at me not buying it.

“You’re full of it sweetheart. I know you are a wild card under all that professionalism. Have fun, how often do you find yourself at a weed bar?”

I’ve never been. I’ve only ever heard about them.

“You know... I heard that the bar has a badass drum kit. I could convince the owner to let you play it if you come.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. He is too sweet despite looking like he belongs in a biker gang.

“Okay fine, I’ll come. Thanks for including me.”

He nods.

“All of us would have included you.”

I smirk at him, giving him a knowing look.

“Are you just trying to butter me up into becoming your new drummer?”

He laughs and nods.

“Yeah, is it working?”

“It’s too soon to tell.”