Chapter 3

It seemed that John’s little speech was effective. There were no other problems between Martin and Dave and meanwhile they’ve finished one and a half track as well. Though Dave kept his distance from the blonde musician. Now they were stuck with an instrumental part. It just didn’t want to work. Mart has been trying out different melodies since the morning. He couldn’t sleep and came into the studio earlier, trying to figure out something for that part. But he wasn’t satisfied with his ideas. Somehow they didn’t sound right, something was missing from them. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, resting his hands on his thighs. He tried to listen inwards – maybe that strange feeling will creep up on his spine again. The feeling he felt when he got the message from that Someone. God? He couldn’t know, but there was a time when he liked to believe that he writes His words and creates His music. It was a nice thought. A smile appeared in the corner of his lips then he – without opening his eyes – put his hands over the piano’s keys and started playing. It wasn’t a certain melody, he just improvised, letting his fingers do the moving instinctively, letting the music wash over his frame.

He stiffened and turned his head a bit to the side, looking away from the computer screen where Christian was explaining something, going into details. But Dave lost his train of thoughts as the catchy melody reached his ears. His friend spotted this and looked at Dave questioningly.

“Wha’…?” he asked and from the singer he glimpsed over his shoulder at Mart then back.

“Hm…” Dave answered just this then frowned when Gore hit a wrong key.

Chris shot a stern look at Dave. He was a bit afraid that the singer’ll say something offending, but he did not. Moreover he stood up and left the surprised drummer there without a word. He walked closer to Mart, stopping behind him and listening to his play. ‘Not bad. Not bad at all…’ he thought, though his face didn’t show too much. Then he grabbed a chair and pulled it next to Mart’s. He sat down and just watched the blonde man’s fingers sliding on the keys. Yeah, he did it again.

“Wait” he said quietly, not wanting to put him off. “You hit the wrong key again and again here…” he explained and played the critical part. “You should do it this way…” he played it easily and it sounded much better now. “And I think it could go on like this…” he murmured under his nose and continued it.

Mart was nearly shocked from this change of attitude. Yes, since John’s warning Dave acted quite normal with him. He even listened to his ideas without grimacing. From this Mart felt a bit more confident and presented more ideas than previously. But now his hands were frozen over the keys and when Dave’s skin touched his as he gently pushed his hand to the side to have enough room to show his idea, he felt the electric sparkles run up on his forearm. Mart’s eyes widened from this. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of Dave’s long fingers. It was as if they were dancing on the piano’s black and white keys. He played with such ease! Martin was mesmerized. Suddenly he felt so hot, sitting this close to the other man. And the slow, romantic melody just added to the situation. He felt at a loss, like a bloody teenager! What was with him? Why did he feel Dave’s presence this intoxicating? As Andrew came back into the room and opened the door, the draught moved the air and suddenly Dave’s scent was all over Martin. He took a wobbly sigh and he blushed. He got totally confused from all of this. Why was this happening? The last time he felt something like this in the presence of a man was… a very long time ago!

“See what I mean?” Dave stopped playing and let his hands fall back onto his lap, looking at Martin questioningly. He had a little smile in the corner of his lips. Yes, he could feel the burning green gaze on him a few times while he was playing and he noticed the other man’s confusion, but he didn’t show it or said a word about it. Though somehow he felt kinda happy about his effect on him.

„Uhm… yeah, I guess…” he finally said then cleared his throat “Sounds better. I think it’s a keeper.”

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Mart was singing inside the soundproofed room with his headphones on. He didn’t need the lyrics, he knew them by heart now. He rather closed his eyes and let himself drift into the sounds. Chris and Dave were sitting in front of the computers and control panel, listening to Mart’s singing.

“This sounds great. He’s a clear voice – perfect for the background vocals” Christian noted and adjusted some buttons on the control. “He’s good.”

“Yup” Dave answered and watched the curly man through the glass, his crossed leg unnoticeable moving to the rhythm of the song.

“You didn’t sound too convincing… You don’t like it? Should we give it another try?”

“No. I like it…” he protested and they didn’t speak for a long minute, just listened to the slow melodies. Dave couldn’t deny, but watching the words roll off Martin’s lips mesmerized him. He liked that the blonde man could get lost in the music just as much as he could. Though he didn’t show, he slowly started to like him. That fierce disgust he felt at the beginning was nowhere. Of course he was still wearing the “macho mask”, but inside… something has changed. He just watched the singing man and couldn’t stop his next sentence: “He sings like an angel…”

Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at Dave.

“Oh don’t give me that look! You know that as well. But don’t you dare to tell him” he nodded towards Mart “or else I’ll have to make you drink to death!” he joked at the end to distract his friend from his honest sentence.

“Really? You didn’t manage to do so the last time either” he chuckled and turned back to the computer for a moment.

“Sooner or later I’ll succeed” he grinned. “Don’t say that you don’t want it! I can see it in your eyes!”

“You got me, pal. It was quite a while ago since we last had such a night. After we finished these bloody songs, we could go somewhere with the boys, huh?”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“Great!”

While the drummer busied himself with something on the computer, Dave turned back to the blond man who just started the last refrain. He let his greenish-brown eyes wander on him. When his gaze reached up to Mart’s face, the blonde man looked up and their eyes met for a long moment, before he turned away and concentrated finishing the song. An unnoticed little smile appeared on Dave’s face. ‘He blushed again…’ he noted to himself.

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