Rockstar Harem: Book 1: Fall & Rise by Oliver Tyme & O. L. Tyme

Author:Oliver Tyme & O. L. Tyme [Tyme, Oliver & Tyme, O. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: O. L. Tyme
Published: 2025-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Are they wearing the same clothes as yesterday?”

“I didn’t take you for a man with an eye for fashion,” I said, intentionally watching The Ladies as they ran through one of their tracks as a warm-up.

“I have an eye for them,” he said.

There was a moment of silence, then he looked up at me from his seat in front of the mixer console.

“Did you…?”

“No,” I said, sharply.

“Did you?”

“No.”

I could feel his eyes burning into me, his laidar working overtime as he tried to piece the puzzle together.

“But something happened,” he said, a statement not a question.

“Nothing happened,” I said, offering Rose a brief smile as we locked eyes. I tried to ignore him, waiting for him to get the hint, but I knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

“They stayed the night,” I said.

“I knew it!” he said, “I fucking knew it!”

“Nothing happened,” I said again. “It was late when we finished here, they had no way to get home, so I let them stay in one of my spare rooms.”

“How convenient…”

“There’s nothing convenient about it,” I said, images of homemade pancakes being made just for me popping into my mind, “it was the right thing to do.”

“No arguments from me,” he said, adjusting some of the sliders and knobs on the board. Watching him work was like magic. He heard music in a way I didn’t, keenly observing frequencies crashing at the margins, becoming muddy as too many sounds competed for the same space in the mix. I could do that, to an extent, but nothing like him. More than that, he knew how to fix it, working very deliberately to cut here and boost there, sidechaining when necessary so that everything sat just right.

“It was a one-time thing,” I said, “it won’t happen again.”

“Sure thing,” he said.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“How was that?” asked Rose, breathing heavily, the song finished.

“Great,” I said.

“Really good,” said Buzz, “want to run it once more? For real this time?”

Rose looked at Yoko who nodded.

“Sure,” she said, “we could do it again.”

***

Yoko was sitting on a rug in the middle of the floor, legs crossed and eyes closed as she plucked at an acoustic guitar. It was far more technically complex than anything I’d ever been able to play and a far cry from the simple songs of The Ladies.

“She’s so good, isn’t she?” asked Rose softly, as she curled up into me.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, swallowing hard, trying to play it cool.

This had never been the plan.

She leaned her head against my shoulder and snuggled into me. I could smell her shampoo, fruity and feminine. It had been a long time since I had been with someone like this. No, I’d never been with someone like this. I didn’t even know what this was.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on Yoko’s playing. Technically, she was excellent, every note was perfect. It was the exact opposite of my sloppy, who-gives-a-fuck style, but it was exactly what the evening called for.

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