Be My Bad Boy

I never knew hanging around rehearsal would be so much fun. I thought it'd be annoying with them going over and over the same bits of songs – and it was a bit – but then Andy would play something that sounded like nothing at all. Just some random notes. Then he’d play some more and the others would join in and suddenly it became something. The three of them worked together to create music out of nothing as though they had one brain and one soul.
"Hey, manager," Andy said. "Why are you lazing around on the sofa?"
I’d parked myself on a couch, thumbing through a magazine while they played. That suited me fine, staying on the periphery.
"I'm working. This is my job."

"Get your butt up here, we need someone on the tambourine.”
I thought he was kidding until a tambourine flew through the air and landed on chest with a twinkling thud.
"That hurt."
"Come on, get up here."
"Yeah, get here," added Jinxx.
This was totally embarrassing. What did I know about playing a tambourine? I'd only make a fool of myself. The couch was plenty good enough for me. But Andy and Jake grabbed my arms and pulled me up.
"Okay, okay. I'll do it and prove to you I'm crap."

I started shaking the tambourine around. Andy grabbed me from behind and guided my movements. It didn't seem that hard but I wasn't in any hurry to let on. Maybe it was my imagination but he did seem to get himself into situations that involved putting his arms around me quite a lot.
The heat of his body warmed my back and I felt as if I could almost feel his heartbeat. His hand covered mine, prompting me when to tap the tambourine and when to shake it. His other hand rested on my waist. His breath tickled my neck and my heart felt lighter. I tried not to grin too much but to focus on his movements.

As CC began tapping the drums, we followed his beat – shake, shake, tap. That was easy but, as the beat became faster, we both moved, our hips swaying in time. Shake, shake, tap. And a hip thrust on the tap.
I leaned back against him and maybe my thrusts became a bit more of a grind. He responded by grinding himself into me and pulling me a bit tighter into him. Then suddenly he pulled away from me.
"Right, let's do Saviour, from the top."
CC started with the drums, a simple beat leading in. I followed what he was doing. Soon, I got the hang of it and was playing along with them. I shook my hips and tapped the tambourine against them. I looked at Andy and he grinned back at me. A thrill went through me. I was really doing this.
I felt at one, not just with Andy but the entire band. I’d worked with them to create this. I bit my bottom lip to control my smile but it was something awesome, this teamwork thing.

I didn’t even need to concentrate, I began moving around, doing some sexy little dance moves, shaking my hips and running my free hand down my body.
Then I thought I'd do some backup vocals, singing along with the melody.
"Stop! Stop!" Andy seemed distressed. Had his amp blown a fuse? He’d stopped playing.
All three of them stared at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Your singing…"
Was I really that good? They did seem awestruck. Maybe I could do this, maybe I could have my own singing career. I'd always thought I'd look great up on stage.
"Yeah, sorry Hannah, but that's really putting me off." Jake smiled at me apologetically.

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