That same feeling

Anderson

"Okay. I think I wanna marry him…" Bella muttered to herself but my ears didn't miss it. The fuck did she mean by she was going to marry him. Sharp rage and bitter liquid jealousy filled me up so fast I almost threw up at how sick it would be. I looked at her but she had all her heart and attention towards him as his hair moved fluidly yet chaotically while he collided his drumsticks against the drum creating destructive beautiful and well laid out energy.

The performance came to a beautiful end and I couldn't just deny it, I might have hated him, his presence and his elephant sized guts but I couldn't deny his level of talent. He was extremely talented, he had the star act, the right amount of arrogant and compassionate, the perfect magazine boy topped off with his looks that he didn't try to tame. What was I doing, praising the source of my confusion while clapping for him. What the fuck was in turning into.

While everyone was clapping and were practically giving him a standing ovation wild grins, I was caught by his eyes and he somehow managed to hold my gaze and I let him become. It was funny how no one noticed how we were both staring at each other. His heavy breathing and intense stare was finally broken by Darle coming to my side and nudging my arm.

"That's our guy!!!" She grinned happily holding me.

"Yeah, he is." I said, smiling down at her before looking up to find him already out of the booth and shaking hands with the executives of our Record label. His face was flushed and it was the first time he was actually having another facial expression that didn't spell 'calm and collected'.

"Hi hi hi, I'm Bella, Anderson's half sister. OHMYFUCKINGGOSH!! You are so good and you looked so good and so in your element, Arghhhh!!!," She squealed and hugged him and he looked surprised before he actually returned the hug, holding her slightly under his arm.

"Sorry, I'm so fangirling right now, I think a million girls will be doing this too, soon" She said, winking at him. Sue turned to Darla mouthing 'he is a keeper' in a dramatic way making it obvious to everybody.

"Big bro, don't you think he's so good???" She Asked and I nodded. I could feel Darla staring at me from my peripheral vision begging me not to say or do something stupid.

"Boy, that was very very good. You know what you are definitely doing. I can't wait for you guys' next single release. Is there any release in tribute to boy willy??," Benny asked and I nodded.

"So, Mr Anderson…" Hakeem boldly said, loud and ckear enough for him to capture everyones attention and to make them stop talking, damn could he command attention when he wanted it but I hated the fact that he was putting me on the spot light and I knew one thing for sure, he was going to try and trigger me ib front of all this people and make me look like tge bad guy or was going to make me just uncomfortable enough to do something stupid. It was about time to show this kid I actually graduated from Julliard and no one plays this kind of joke card on me.

"What do you think about my performance??," He asked, with a simple smile on his face, bring out a little dimple on his left cheek. He was doing that thing he did in the booth, staring at me deep and straight into the eyes, almost like he was challenging ms somehow. "I mean, Everyone is clapping right now and shaking my hands telling me I did a great job, but all you did was stand and look at me. Ever since I came here, it seemed like my entire presence wasn't just enough for you and now that we are in front of everyone who matters now, Can you just clear up the air…" He was directly in my face, perfectly oiling up every word he was saying and throwing them at me. I finally saw what he was doing...He was trying to throw me under the fucking boss. Everyone in this room knew I don't take challenges well and I could see the looks on their faces, almost an astounding look of pitiful gaze directed at Hakeem, his victim card was complete and everyone just went flush at his drop….Well he got the wrong guy.

"Brooooo!!!" I suddenly exploded with fake excitement that not everybody was used to. The shock on their faces made me think maybe I overdid it a bit but I didn't care, I was going full theater god mode on the bitch if he was about to make me look like the monster in the room.

"That was one of the best drum sessions I have heard in a long while, you totally owned it. It makes me wonder where you have been all this time and I'm so fucking glad we found you Man. Darla has been breathing down my neck for the perfect guy and POOF!!! You walked into the club like a fucking breath of fresh air in a stuffy room," I exclaimed, releasing so much emotion at once from excitement, to relief to impressed and glad. Releasing so many emotions turned my stomach in quite a way but I was good at hiding it.

"I know right!!!" Darla joined in and everyone laughed along. He looked at me with a full smile and just to throw in a little more dramatic effect, I hugged him.

"You think you can throw me under the bus, think again boy," I whispered in his ear, and hugged him tighter and he did the same.

Something weird occured in between the hug, suddenly I felt warm and fuzzy and I felt his scent envelop me completely just like the other night. I couldn't even begin to bring myself out of the fog of his scent and his comforting arm.

An indistinct cough from the people around us finally made me realIze how long we were holding onto each other. I decided to let him go in the least awkward way, a slow detachment and made the mistake of staring into his eyes.

"Did you feel that?..."