You’re My Dream

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Caught Again

On Wednesday morning, I decided to head to the studio early to get ready for Lanie. Hopefully, she doesn't have me waiting all day. When I walk into recording room 1, I'm surprised to see Damien in there. He's working, so I don't interrupt him or try to see who he's recording. I quickly exit and go into room four. It's my favorite room. Even though it's a little smaller than the rest and doesn't have a piano. I still like it better than the rest. I get everything ready and start to playback the melody to get a feel for it. As I'm tweaking the melody, I start to envision Lanie singing the song. It would fit perfectly to her voice, as long as she sings it right. I glance at the clock. It's only eight am. I didn't give her a specific time to be here, so I shouldn't get mad if I have to wait all day.





I wait for another hour and finally decide that I'm going to sing the song how I want it to sound so she can reference it. I get everything ready and start to record, and head to the recording room. I let out a big breath, put on the headphones, and lose myself in the music.

As I finish, I walk back into the editing room and sit down to take a few breaths. I haven't got lost in a song like that for a while. I think Lanie is going to nail this song when she comes in and sings it. I'm so lost in the song that I didn't even realize that someone was watching me the whole time. I feel their presence next to me and look and them quickly, and jump.

Putting my hand over my heart, "ahh fuck! You scared the shit out of me!"
I'm taking deep breaths, trying to calm the hell down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you knew I was in here," He says with his hands slightly raised in surrender.

I realize that he might have heard me singing, and my eyes widen, "Alaric, how long have you been in here?" Fingers crossed he hasn't been in here the whole time.

"Oh. Not that long," He says casually.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"I only got her like 5 seconds after you started singing. So I heard the whole song. And you are truly amazing," he says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I'm opening and closing my mouth like a damn fish. I can't believe he was here the entire time while I was singing. I knew I shouldn't have recorded myself.

He holds up his hands again "it's ok, A-A Ron, it was really a sight to see. You got so lost in the music. Did you write that song?"

"No, I didn't write the song. Well, not completely." I tell him, hoping he will drop it. But by the confused face he's making, I know he's not going to.

"What do you mean, not completely? Did you steal it?" He tsks at me then smirks.

Rolling my eyes at him, "No, I didn't steal it. Damien asked me to work on Lanie's lyrics and then record her. I rewrote most of her lyrics but kept her concept of the song. She was having some trouble with it after the rewrite, so I decided to record it so she can know exactly how it should sound."

"Well, I love it." He tells me. I search his face to see if he is lying to me or making fun of me, but I can see his sincerity.

"Thank you," I say as I feel my cheeks start to burn up.

"So, how long have you been producing on your own?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

I furrow my brows "this is the first time I'm on my own."

Holy shit! How could he!?



"Omg, you fuckin told Damien about the song I worked on a few weeks ago! I can not believe you would do that to me!" I completely yell at him. I can't believe he would do this. I could have been fired.

"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down. I didn't tell him anything. Well, not purposely." He says as he runs his fingers through his hair.



I stand there with my brows raised, waiting for him to explain to me what he means. I'm too damn mad to speak, so I wait silently.

Sighing, "I was at home listen to the song on my speaker very loudly, and he came to apologize for not being here when he told me to show up. Then he asked who worked the song and who was singing. So I explained everything that happened. He was very impressed. I sent the song to him, and I guess he decided that you were worth giving a shot to. So you're welcome." He has a smug look on his face. I want to smack it off.

I am absolutely stunned. But the more I think about it, the more it pisses me off. Raising my voice slightly, "If you expect me to thank you, then you are a dumbass. First of all, you could have lied and said it was anyone! You didn't have to say it was me. Secondly, he could have fucking fired me! And then I would have come for your ass and cut your ears off. And third, well....well......" I trail off because I have nothing else besides those two points.

"Well damn." He looks shocked at my reaction. He shoves his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you later then." He turns away with disappointment and hurt flashing in his eyes.

Sighing loudly, "Thank you."

He stops suddenly and turns around. Then he walks quickly back to me and standing right in front of me. I can feel the warmth from his body and smell his faint cologne. I am trapped in his golden eyes, and I don't have the willpower to look away. This is the closest I've ever been to a boy, no a man, cause that's exactly what he is. He smirks at me, and I want to slap him because it sends warmth straight down to my core. I gulp and try to look away, but he lightly grabs my chin with his fingers.

He whispers, "you're welcome," he licks his lips and takes a step back away from me. He sends me a wink, then turns and walks out the door. Well fuck, no ones ever made me feel this way before. I'm left standing there with a pounding heart and wet panties.
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