Beautiful Mistake

by Sarah J. Brooks

  How did it go? I texted.

  She returned saying, She did great.

  I quickly realized texting was a crappy way to communicate, so I asked her if I could call. I wanted to hear the sound of her voice. As soon as I fired off the text my phone rang. That was a promising sign, she was still eager.

  “Hey you,” she started.

  “Hey, you,” I said back. “I thought you might come to my place downtown. We can get pizza or something.” I’m sure I sounded like a nerdy teen, but I didn’t care.

  I craved her.

  “Oh, that would be so fun.” I could tell she was headed towards a rejection.

  “But?” I held my breath waiting for her answer.

  “The bar mitzvah guy, Shiloh … His aunt or something is in the music industry, and they know Mizironic. She does their sound engineering, and after hearing me play they suggested I audition as the opening act for her Los Angeles show. She has a few openers already, but one got pneumonia and had to cancel. This is an amazing opportunity, so I’m gonna go to her studio this afternoon, like right now and sing a couple of songs for them. Even if I don’t get this gig, it’s a chance to sing for people in the industry, so …”

  “Call me when you’re done, okay?” I was so excited for her, and to be honest, a little jealous.

  Grind Revolution had opened for a few smaller bands, but Mizironic was the hottest star of our generation. She was known for snatching up local artists and making them famous. It was her thing. She found local bands when she was on tour and gave them their start by opening for her concerts.

  Mizironic was hip-hop, blues, pop, and alternative, so she looked for acts in any of those genres. Melody’s music was soulful and alternative. She had a deep singing voice that drew you in and sexed you up. She didn’t know it, but Melody was superstar material. If she got in front of the right people, she’d eventually be untouchable. That had me worried. I was also a good musician, but she had the potential to be better simply because she was a better artist and human.

  “I promise to call as soon as I’m done. Gotta run, though. Love you … I mean,” she caught herself. “I’m lovin’ this … all of it.”

  “Me too. Can’t wait to hear.” I hung up.

  She was on an amazing kind of high no drugs could produce. I envied her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to be successful. I did. I just knew what that kind of success would do to her life. Soon, she’d be on the road all the time, and her music would have to take priority, which meant I’d have to share her with her music. She’d have to make her life about music. I kind of wanted her to make her life about me. It was wrong, I know.

  After being infatuated with her forever and then finally fucking her all night, she had me twisted in knots. I had to just let things happen; there wasn’t anything I could do to change them. I went home, grabbed a cold drink and tried to throw down some tracks with the guitar. I had to find another hit song, and a little competition was very inspirational.

  But … apparently not that inspirational because after four hours I had nothing. I was just about to bang out something else when the phone rang.

  It was Melody.

  “Well?” I asked, excited and nervous both for her and for us.

  “I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!” she squealed on the phone.

  I could only assume she was also bouncing around.

  “Come on over, babe. Let’s celebrate. I’ll get some Chinese takeout and you and I can jam, make mad passionate love, smoke a fat one.” I was trying to equal her excitement, but it was falling a little short.

  “I really should go home and rest. The show is next week, and I start rehearsals tomorrow.” Her voice shifted and suddenly became businesslike and professional.

  “Oh, yeah. I guess.” I wanted her to hear the hurt in my voice.

  We hadn’t promised each other anything. In fact, we didn’t really even discuss the next steps. Here Sinclair and Reyna were being all intense about me hurting Melody, they hadn’t even considered the fact that she might annihilate me first.

  “The rehearsal isn’t until tomorrow afternoon, though, so if you promise to let me get some sleep tonight, I’ll come over. I’m being so stupid. I wouldn’t be able to get anything done anyway, I’d just be wanting to be with you,” she confessed.

  “Well, get over here; what are you waiting for?” Everything was right in my world again.

  Chapter 6

  Melody

  It was good to be back in Sage’s arms. I’d only been away from him for half a day, but it was half a day that changed my life. He scooped me into an embrace as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t have any trouble finding his loft downtown, but parking was more of a challenge. It took me a little bit longer than I expected to get to him. When I did finally make it to his house, he had candles set all around the beautiful modern space and little boxes of Chinese takeout were spread out on the table waiting for us to gobble up.

  “Congratulations,” he said as he swung me around. “You’re incredible. You got the gig! This is huge ... like, do you even know how huge this is? Mizironic makes lives happen.”

  “I am pretty freaked out. I can’t even think. Everything is just ... I feel like I’m a totally different person than I was only two days ago.” Every word of that was the truth; I didn’t feel like me at all.

  “Well, let’s eat, drink, fuck, and smoke a Doobie. Then, I promise shower and bed,” he said as he kissed my forehead.

  “Sounds like a great night. I’m starving, so let’s start with eating.” I plopped myself on the couch right in front of the food.

  I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I was too tired and nervous about how Reyna would take the news that I barely ate breakfast, so it felt like my stomach was eating itself.

  “I thought we’d do this college style.” He sat down next to me on the couch and handed me a pair of wooden chopsticks. “We just chill and pick stuff out of the boxes with these; fewer dishes that way. And it’s a Chinese food adventure. Now, I want to hear about everything.” He stuffed a glossy piece of orange chicken in his mouth.

  “Perfect.” I grabbed a plate. “Where do I start?”

  “You’re starving aren’t you?” His face turned into a smirk.

  “Famished.” I took my chopsticks and poised them above my head as if I was going to spear my meal with them, being dramatic, but I was pretty much that hungry for real.

  “Okay, okay. We have Kung Pao Chicken, garlic broccoli, Egg Foo young, sweet and sour chicken, egg rolls …” He rattled off a few more with his mouth still full of orange chicken. It was a little adorable and a little gross.

  “Everything, I’ll eat everything!” I stabbed at the little boxes and grabbed the container closest to me then shoveled a bite full into my mouth.

  “I thought bar mitzvahs had food?” He picked up the container next to me and did far less shoveling.

  “They do, but by the time I could eat, I had to go to the studio.” I crammed a bite into my mouth and tried not to look like total Neanderthal chewing it.

  We ate with the chopsticks which was a joke because neither of us knew what we were doing with the tiny wooden sticks.

  “I think I’m getting the hang of it,” I said as I precariously balanced the sticks between my fingers.

  “See, adventure.” He raised his chopsticks into the air.

  “Your loft is amazing,” I commented swallowing down a mouth full of food, feeling slightly less ravenous.

  “Yeah, this place is my sanctuary. It’s like a bird’s nest on the top of a building. I feel like I am superman in his lair. I can almost see the whole city from the music room. It’s like a 180-degree view of downtown. I love it here. So, I’m dying to know … tell me everything about Mizironic and the audition and the gig … and tell me all.” He propped his head on his hands like a little boy.

  “She is totally chill. Like even more chill than you would think she is. She’s just really pretty and has this huge, gorgeous, b
lack curly hair, and amazing chocolate skin. She’s got these really white teeth. I kept obsessing over her teeth, they were so straight and shiny. When I got there we jammed for a while. She’s going to be doing Christmas stuff, so she saw our video and was inspired by the idea of jazzing up the old favorites. I mean, Mizironic saw our YouTube video, isn’t that crazy?” I was still hungry so I kept eating.

  “So she saw me too?” He pretended to flip his hair like a diva.

  “She definitely knows of your band; she mentioned it when we were watching the video together.” I flashed him a big smile. I was happy to tell him this as I thought he might be a little jealous of what had happened to me today.

  “That’s cool. She’s so good with up and comers. I’ll send her a copy of this great song I’m supposed to write if I ever am able to write it.” He was happy but also seemed a little defeated.

  “Sage, you know you’ll write it, you just have to let the creativity flow. It was your idea to do Coventry Carol the way we did that got us the YouTube attention in the first place. Mizironic and I also did a version of the song when we were jamming before the rehearsal. She added her own flair to it and rapped while I sang a kind of more spiritual accompaniment. It was beautiful. She wants to sing it live at the concert. She’ll be in LA for two nights over the New Year holiday, so I’m going to be playing at her New Year’s show. We’ll have a few rehearsals for sound checks and stuff, but she likes to keep things intimate and raw. It won’t be overproduced, which means not too much rehearsal time. I’m going to be covering two of her songs, and she wants me to sing them in my own style.” I know I was running my mouth, but I was so thrilled about all of this; my heart was pounding so fast I was sure he could see it.

  “I can’t wait to see the show; it’s going to be so amazing,” he said while playing on his phone.

  I thought it was a little rude, but I understood, perhaps Sage needed a distraction.

  “So, how was your day?” I wanted to get the focus off me; I’d said enough.

  “Just a sec. I’m buying tickets to your show.” He winked at me.

  “Oh my God,” I peeked over his shoulder. “You are. I’m sure I could get you in for free.”

  “Feels better buying it. Now I can say I was the first person to buy a ticket for your first show.” He flashed me his phone which showed the online sales receipt for his ticket.

  I threw my arms around him.

  “Okay … my day. Well, not half as eventful as yours by far. I got grilled by my brother who warned me to death about not hurting your heart … that was so fun … and my evil venomous brother, Shelton is coming for Christmas. He comes, or my mother has threatened to take our houses away. Which reminds me, can you come over and help decorate Sinclair and Reyna’s after your rehearsal? He wants the place to look like some fancy storefront in New York.”

  “Sounds fun. I’ll come as soon as we are done. I’m sorry to hear about your brother. Reyna didn’t ever have anything nice to say about him. In fact, she sort of hated him for a minute, and she’s the nicest girl on the planet. But, we can all be a united front. It’s just going to be for one day. I always say I can do anything for a day.” I smiled and wiped the sloppy wet mess off my mouth. “I cannot eat another bite.” I laid back on the couch, my stomach finally full and nearly bursting.

  “Me either,” he said as he looked at me with salacious need.

  “I don’t think I’m ready for you and all of this.” I flailed my arm in the air over his body. “Let me digest before I have to eat that big cock of yours.” My eyes narrowed into a sultry stare.

  “Ah, but this big cock hasn’t had you since this morning. He’s hungry.” His expression shifted to a puppy dog pout.

  “Let it starve. So show me around this cool spot of yours. I wanna see the view you were talking about.” I hoisted myself off the couch to stand as all the Chinese food I’d eaten fell to the pit of my stomach.

  “Sure, it’s this way.” He popped up off the couch, and I followed him down the hall.

  He was right, the music room was beautiful and had an incredible view of the glittering lights of downtown Los Angeles. He owned tons of musical instruments and recording equipment. I was in awe of the place.

  “This is the musician’s playground. Look at this shit.” I grabbed one of the electric guitars. “Is it okay if I play it?”

  “Sure, play any of the instruments, that’s what they’re here for.” He sat down at the console and fiddled with a few buttons, while I strummed a few chords on the gorgeous Stratocaster.

  “This is like poetry. What a fucking amazing guitar!” I was in electric guitar heaven. I played a new song I’d been working on, and it sounded incredible. The room was made for musicians: the acoustics, the high-end instruments, everything was perfection.

  “Yeah, it was my college graduation present. Trust me that thing … is gold.” He picked up another guitar and started strumming with me.

  “I bet.” I was getting lost in our music. “We always find our groove,” I said, letting the music fill the room. “If I lived here, I’d never leave this room,” I teased.

  He strummed a little more, taking the melody line into a cool riff.

  “At the moment this room is my arch-nemesis because I really need to make a hit song and I got nothin’.” His head hung a little as he played.

  “I understand. You know, sometimes you just have to let it flow,” I encouraged. “It has to get under your skin and then there’s a lightning bolt. Bam! and it just explodes in your head. You have to make music when it comes, not before.” I finished my riff and looked up to find him staring at me with love in his eyes. Or, maybe he was passing gas, wasn’t sure. He definitely was lost in that stare, that’s for sure.

  “You’re so beautiful. The lighting makes you look like a goddess or an angel,” he nearly drooled.

  “By the look on your face, I’d say you’d think I’d look amazing in grocery store lighting as well. You’re horny. I read this article that when you’re aroused even disgusting things are sexy.” I teased. I slunk over to him, grabbed his cock, feeling its stiffness. “I bet you’d even get a hard-on watching me pick out cucumbers in the produce aisle.” I stroked his length with a firm grip.

  “I sure hope you’ve digested your food enough, ’cause what you’re doing there is gonna get you fucked … hard.” He grabbed my hand and held it to his cock.

  I gave his cock a little squeeze. “I’m not the one who’s going to get fucked. Remember, it’s my turn.” I smiled as my eyes narrowed into a devilish glare.

  I kissed his mouth and pressed my tongue inside, demanding dominance over him. He relented to me out of curiosity as I danced my tongue inside his mouth. When I came up for air, I looked him in the eyes.

  “I am taking control tonight.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. “I cannot take any more hard fucking. This pussy has been worked and so in order to save her integrity and vivaciousness, I’m going to be driving the boat this evening. I promise you’re going to love every minute.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

  “Hell yeah I will,” he said as he scooped me into his arms and carried me across the loft to his bedroom. I guess I’d seen enough of his house, though there was so much that had been left unexplored.

  It was all brushed metal and beautiful lines everywhere; it would be fun to peruse one day. We, however, were going to have sex before anything else; we were like sex monsters. As soon as he set me on the bed, I pulled him down with me and lifted his T-shirt up over his head.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day. It’s probably why I got the gig. I was all hot and fired up for you.” I kissed his nipple.

  “Glad it helped.” His voice was cracked and lustful. “This should be interesting. I’ve never given over the reins before.” He leaned back on his elbows.

  “Well, it’s about time.” I unbuttoned his jeans with extreme slowness, making his seduction last.

  His cock was tightly pr
essed against the material as I unzipped it, one tooth at a time. This elicited an exasperated groan. I gently pressed my finger on his engorged penis before I shimmied his pants over his hips and down to his ankles. He kicked off his jeans from there. His erection was tenting his boxer briefs when I returned my attention to him. I couldn’t resist kissing his cock through his underwear.

  “Fuck, Melody. Let me touch you,” he rasped, groping his hands around my body.

  “No,” I replied, putting his hands back down. “I promise you’re going to love this, but it’s on my terms tonight. Tomorrow night, or whenever you and I do this again, it’ll be your show. Right now let me have this.” I gently pulled his underwear off of his inflamed cock which stood straight up into my face.

  His swollen purple cock head looked like it was pained for attention as his incredible length reached towards the ceiling. I loved how hot he always was for me. I never had to do much to get him ready; he always seemed to be at attention, so rock hard. I licked my tongue over the top of his penis with exquisite slowness.

  “Melody,” he growled.

  I dipped down and spread his legs out farther before carefully sucking each of his balls which dangled heavy in their sacks into my mouth as far as they could reach. I then licked from his balls to the top of his mushroom.

  “Melody, Melody, Melody,” he yelled. “Don’t do this to me; let me fuck you!”

  I ignored his pleas as I formed my mouth over his cock and started going down as far as I could take him. My hand stroked his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. When I tasted his salty pre-cum, I popped my mouth off him and moved up his body with feline grace. I kissed the happy trail up to his belly button and over his hard stomach, to his abs and nipples, giving each one a tiny nibble, then a sharp bite. I felt his hips thrust into my body.

  “Melody, please,” he groaned, his cock bobbing up and down on its own.