Invisible String

Chapter 4 -Groupie

"To Pennsylvania?" he replied, though he knew exactly what I meant.

"To the record label," I clarify in the same vein.

"Do you think I'm stalking you, Genesis?"

"Relax, you wouldn't be the first," surprisingly, I hear a slight chuckle escape his lips, though seriousness quickly returns to his face when he realizes he had momentarily dropped his bad boy facade. Despite his stern demeanor, I can sense his body language growing more at ease.

"The band, we have a meeting with the execs here, we're signing a five-year contract," he reveals, and my eyes widen.

Did that mean they'd be setting up camp in Pittsburgh?

"If all goes well, by the end of this week we'll have to relocate here and lay the groundwork for a new album," he continues.

"That sounds thrilling, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"And remember, never forget the fans who saw you start your career," I quip.

"Do you count yourself among that group?" he asks with raised eyebrows, as if taken aback by the notion of me being a listener of his music.

"Of course! I can spot talent when I hear it, and Strings definitely has it."

"Are you some kind of groupie, Genesis?" this time he can't help but flash a grin.

Of course he has perfect teeth.

"Would that make me the band's first?" I find myself falling into the playful banter once again—it was all too entertaining.

"I guess so."

"Then consider me one," I wink before shaking my head with a smile.

What were we even doing?

Before I could even delve deeper into that question, a masculine voice interrupted us.

"Logan? It's time for the meeting," I turned around to find a vaguely familiar face, taking a few seconds before I recognized him as the lead singer of Strings. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?" he apologized upon noticing me. I quickly shook my head.

"Travis, this is Genesis, a groupie I met a few days ago who's been stalking me," I almost choke on my own spit when I hear Logan introduce me as a groupie and a stalker. I dare to turn around and give him a slight punch on his arm, which he rubs with a feigned wince of pain.

"That's a lie," I quickly defend myself and introduce myself properly, "my name is Genesis, and I also work with the record label." I extend my hand to him in a greeting, to my relief he takes it and doesn't leave me hanging.

"Yeah, I know who you are, I like your music Genesis," he gives me a smile and lets go of my hand.

Once again, perfect teeth. Who was their dentist? Would it be too out of line for me to ask for their number?

"And I like yours," I return the gesture.

"Thanks, I'd love to stay and chat about music, but our meeting is about to start. Hope to see you around soon," he gives a small nod of his head before turning to his friend. "Let's go. Now."

Before I can bid farewell, he turns back to leave, and once again, I find myself alone with Logan. I turn around to say goodbye, but I jump slightly in my seat when I realize his sudden proximity.

When did that happen...?

"I guess I'll be seeing you a lot more often around these halls," my heart threatens to stop when he plants a kiss on my cheek with a swift movement and speeds off. I almost think the kiss was a figment of my imagination, but the tingling on my face tells me otherwise. It did happen.