Crescendo: A Silver City Story (Silver City Stories) by Lilith K. Duat

Author:Lilith K. Duat [Duat, Lilith K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broken Wings Media
Published: 2021-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Two weeks later, the video and song landed on the airwaves. It was, as expected, a phenomenal hit. The song was requested all the time, and the video was played every hour. Part of April’s cynical mind wondered if it was just the marketing team greasing the wheels, but she wanted to believe that it was genuinely loved.

The success made her happy, but it also made her sad, and lonely. Each time she heard the song or saw the video she missed May just a little more. Try as she might, everytime April came across the song, she let it play in its entirety. April knew she was probably driving Max a little bit crazy with it all. Even so, Max never said anything.

April and May kept in touch. They texted constantly, and sent pictures. They video-chatted almost every night. A lot of their chats crossed into intimate territory. The sort of things hackers would shoot their own mothers to get a hold of. Sometimes they would fall asleep on the line, and wake to dead phones. Sometimes they would have to say good night, disconnect the calls, and April would silently cry, the distance hurt so bad.

Tonight, though, April was a hurricane of excitement. It was the premiere of Whitefire and she was attending with May by her side.

When the black limo rolled up for April and Max, May and Becky were already inside. May practically yanked April into the vehicle, pulling her into a deep kiss. April restrained the urge to hold May down and fuck her then and there.

She sat next to May, fingers interlaced. They gazed into each other's eyes more often than not. Max sat as far from Becky as possible while still giving the girlfriends their space.

"You look amazing." April said, admiring May’s black and red qipao style dress. Firey red and orange brocade cranes were stitched on the black silk backdrop, flying about her body in a flock. Her hair was teased and back-combed and lion-mane wild to contrast with the elegant dress. It was an amazing date look.

“So do you. So original.” May looked April over head to toe. April was wearing a Whitefire t-shirt made up of classic panels from the vintage comics and a canvas-coloured utili-kilt. The underside of the pleats were tartan patterned, coloured ‘comic book narration box yellow’. She wore complimentary black tartan arm warmers that reached nearly up to her shoulders.

“You should be careful,” Becky said, glancing at their intertwined fingers. “There’s going to be a lot of photographers there. Some invited, some not.”

“Oh. Right.” April muttered as she began to pull her hand away. In return, May squeezed it, held firmer.

“It’s fine,” May said. “Friends hold hands. It’s a thing that happens. It’s fine.” That was the last May had to say about it, as she turned her attention back to April. “So, what’ve you been up to? How’s your song going?”

“It’s going. Slowly, but surely, it’s coming along. I figured out what was missing from the bridge since the last time I showed you.

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