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Chapter 2: Be Still My Beating Heart
The door closed and the room felt colder, looked darker than it had a moment before. Terry’s stomach buzzed and the ground was a shifting, semi-solid mass beneath his feet. He wanted Dominique. No if ands or buts about it. No one had ever rocked his world, made him literally ache to see them again, like she did. Twenty-four hours seemed an eternity to wait to see her, to hear her again, but wait Terry would. Forever if he had to.
“Damn, man, didn’t you hear me callin’ you?” Eric asked.
Eric folded his arms across his chest, smiling. “The woman hasn’t even kissed you yet and your nose is so wide open a semi could drive inside and do a u-turn.”
“Fuck you, Groove.”
“Naw, l’il bro, I’ll leave that for Ms. LaSalle.”
“Anyway, let’s get back to rehearsal.”
“Are you sure you can? You haven’t forgotten how to play?” Terry gave Eric the finger.
Eric laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”
“Thank you. So, what d’you think of her, as a singer, I mean.”
“She’s got some straight-up bad-ass talent, ‘cuzzin’. I’m glad she’s singin’ for us.”
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on playin’.” Eric grinned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Terry, don’t front. You got a hellified crush on that girl.”
“Yeah, I do. D’you blame me?”
“Nope. Just don’t want you to get distracted. Remember what happened with Leticia?”
“Don’t remind me.” Terry grumbled.
“Right. Anyway, let’s get back to rehearsal.”
“Hey, Terry!” Wanda shouted. “If Miss Thang don’t come through, can I be the lead singer?”
“Damn, woman, give the girl a chance.” Rob interjected. “Just ‘cuz you on some diva shit…”
“I wasn’t talkin’ to yo’ non-pussy getting’ ass.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!”
Rob and Wanda stopped as Eric glared at the both of them. He took a deep breath and said, “Rob, I appreciate the help, but I got this. Wanda, Dominique is our lead singer until Terry and I say different. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll look into it eventually.”
“Yeah, when Hell freezes over.” Wanda spat.
“Keep it up an’ that’ll be about right.” Terry added. “Alright, y’all. Gimme ‘Crazay’ by Jesse Johnson, on the one. Larry, count it off.”
Four stick clicks later, the band started playing the aforementioned tune. As he got lost in the groove, Terry found himself thinking about Dominique; her curves, the warmth in her eyes, the graceful way she moved and the brightness of her smile. He wanted to hold her close and feel the softly resilient pressure of her body against his. This, Terry surmised, would happen in time. Hopefully.
(c) 2014 W.L. Sherrod & Courtney Sherrod