"I wasn't expecting you to actually take me up on my offer for a studio tour." I say, several weeks later when Andy shows up at my door with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. He gives me a kiss as he come in.
It had been about a month since that initial first kiss and I was already falling for him. He would come into the restaurant just about every Friday night to watch my set. We'd then go grab coffee and find a back road or an empty parking lot on the edge of town and sit and talk. But most of the time we'd end up in the backseat of his Audi, making out like teenagers.
"I've never seen a recording studio in person." He says excitedly.
I laugh a little. "It's nothing too exciting. It's not like anyone famous has recorded here." I explain.
"Yet." He adds optimistically as I lead him out back towards the garage. I open the door and flip the light switch.
The room is bathed in a warm yellow light as the string lights come on. Along the back of the building I had knocked the wall out and replaced it with floor to ceiling windows. The rest of the walls were covered in sound-proofing foam. I had placed my instruments around the space and plenty of comfy chairs. Shoved in the one corner was a bed. "So this is where the magic happens?" He asks, taking it all in.
"No, that's in the bedroom in the main house." I say like a knee-jerk reaction. I blush bright red. "I didn't mean for that to come out."
He's laughing his ass off. "It's fine."
"But yes. This is where I write and record my music."
"Have you written anything recently?"
I smile slightly. "I've had a little more inspiration than normal lately." He smiles back. "Would you like to hear what I've been working on?"
"I would love to." I press a button and the instrumental track that I've already recorded starts playing.
I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own
I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone
We met a few weeks ago
Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes
Salute to me, I'm your American Queen
And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat
And we rule the kingdom inside my room
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once
Late in the night, the city's asleep
Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep
Change my priorities
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
Salute to me, I'm your American Queen
And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat
And we rule the kingdom inside my room
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once
Is the end of all the endings?
My broken bones are mending
With all these nights we're spending
Up on the roof with a school girl crush
Drinking beer out of plastic cups
Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff
Baby, all at once, this is enough
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once
I finish and look to him. "What do you think?"
"I think you're painting me in far too flattering of a light." He says quietly.
"I think you're too hard on yourself." I say, sitting down next to him.
"If you knew more about me, you wouldn't say that." He says, looking down at his hands.
"I highly doubt that. What is it?"
He takes a deep breath.
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From a Table Away ✓
Fanfiction~Complete~ Celeste was working as a singer in a high class restaurant in Boston when she first met Andy Barber. Unaware at the time of his other life, the wife and son he forgot to mention, she enters into a relationship with him, continuing it even...
