Black Hurricane

Early in the morning, I woke up with a severe headache.Kal-El lay next to me.God, I can't remember anything from coming home last night, except that we left so soon after I broke out.I felt like an asshole for ruining what should have been a good evening with my friends.

I stumbled out of bed and nearly slipped on an empty bottle of vodka.There was still a half-bottle of tequila standing by the wall.I felt like a savage - my hair was a mess - and I stumbled over to the bathroom and took a big piss.

Last night was chaos.Dean didn't do a good job.Although my ex-psych therapist might say, I attribute everything Dean said to his flaws.That's what she used to say whenever I talked about my brother.But what's the matter, when others humiliate you, do you still have to greet them with a smile?I don't think so.

Dean tried to talk to me several times last night.A warning look was enough to keep him from coming over.I keep that same warning look from anyone, not even my friends, within six paces of me.In the end, Dean signed a few names and left hastily.The blond playboy followed him, smiling smugly at me.It almost made my blood boil again.

I shook my dick twice, flushed the toilet, and then stripped my leather leggings off me, along with my other clothes and accessories.Last night I went to sleep without even taking off my shoes.After fumbling to turn on the shower, I let the water wash away all the sweat and exhaustion.Every muscle in my body ached.I don't know why.

The actor's smug smile flashed across my mind again.The scene of him leaving behind Dean has been replaying in my head since last night, until I was so drunk that nothing could come out of my head.I can't believe I'm jealous.I really can't believe that after all this, I'm still at the mercy of Dean.For example, I almost believed his nonsense.And there's no question that he's having an affair with that showman, and I hate that.I hate myself for hating this too.I'm never jealous.Well, sometimes it's a bit like me and Adam Huang because he's all about Jesse, but I only see Adam as a one night stand; or Eric and Alex When it was decided to practice monogamy, but that was because I couldn't have sex with Eric anymore; the same with Benji and Rick.All these sparks of jealousy are like little electric sparks, some even just whine in the heart and then disappear with a swish, that's all.I've never been so out of balance, but that's because no one has ever played such a dirty trick on me before.

Kal-El walked into the living room just as I came out of the cramped bathroom and headed for the closet naked.I put on a pair of jeans that smelled clean and walked into the kitchen, feeling comfortable with my sore toes on the cold marble floor.

"Any coffee?" Kal-El asked hoarsely, tugging at his crimson hair.

"Instant coffee." I poured water into the kettle and set it on the stove. "That's what you do with coffee anyway," I quipped.

"Well," he muttered, sitting at the table for two. "It's okay to drink anyway. Brother, when did we sleep last night? What time is it?"

"It's past twelve."

I dug out a box of cereal and put it on the table.A few minutes later, two mugs are steaming, one is instant coffee and the other is my own peach tea.Then, we put our hands into the cereal box, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into our mouths, chewed it up, and then had a hot drink.

"Damn I'm so sore," I complained, my voice as hoarse as his.

"You were so nervous backstage yesterday." Kal-El grabs some more cereal.

"Is it because of this?" I used a massage to soothe the muscles in my shoulders.

"Sure. We didn't do anything yesterday."

"I guess so. We're both wearing clothes."

Kal-El threw a cereal in my face.

"Shoot, fool," he hummed.

I grinned and tossed the offending cereal into my mouth.

The phone suddenly rang so loudly that it could burst eardrums, and Kal-El and I bounced back with gritted teeth.I searched around like a chicken without a head until I found the phone under the mountain of Hershey's kisses.I also don't know why it's there.

"hello?"

"Hey Jess." I quickly put the phone away from my ear.Benji's voice is so harsh, it's loud... at noon.

"what's up?"

"Hey listen, I got your rehearsal schedule from Yoon last night, and we compared our schedules. Do you know where Kal-El is? There's no way to reach him."

"Where did your phone go?" I ask Kal-El, taking the last sip of his coffee.

"It's out of power." He got up and went to the bathroom.

"The battery is dead," I replied to Benji, carefully sinking into the soft sofa.

"Okay, then he will accompany you today. The rehearsal starts at one o'clock."

I patted my forehead. "Today? One o'clock? You're fucking kidding me."

"Didn't kid you. Get some aspirin and go to Weston"

"Why Weston? To see the band."

"That's where you rehearse."

"Let me get a note and write down the address," I mutter, finding what I'm looking for and scribbling directions.

Why do I feel like I'm throwing myself into a trap?

***

After stopping at Kal-El's house to change clothes, we came to a mansion in Weston.The house is not only surrounded by tall trees, but also has a high stone wall that you have to use a ladder to climb over - I'm not kidding.

As soon as we approached, the gate opened, we drove in, and a camera tracked our whereabouts the entire time.Lucas, cigarette in hand, greeted us on the steps, beckoning us in over his shoulder.

"Fuck, is this your place?" Kal-El asked as he walked in.

Lucas exhales nicotine gas into the overcast sky and closes the door behind us.

"No, we had a few months off after the charity show, so Coleman rented the place for us. The rest of us will go home later, but Dean doesn't have a family, so he'll stay here .Hey, you're not going to hit him again, are you?" he asked, pointing at me.

"As long as he's not messing around," I replied, earning a little snort from Lucas.

He led us through the house to what was supposed to be a ballroom or something.The instruments were all set up, and Dean—with a bruise on his chin—was discussing drums or something with Maxim.He was wearing ridiculously tight jeans and an equally tight T-shirt, and his hair was styled in a mess.It makes people think that he is going to perform on stage.

"Hey everyone," Yin greeted with a smile on his face.He wears simple jeans and a T-shirt, and his hair hangs obediently on his head without any hairspray.

Dean was still arguing with Maxim, but stopped immediately, stood still for a while, and then turned to me and Kal-El.I looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say to him or how to respond.What happened last night must have pissed him off.I'd be pissed off for sure.Although I now feel that I was overreacting a little bit, and maybe I should apologize to him, but the old saying goes: he deserved it.And I don't feel like I have anything to apologize to him.I don't know either, I just hope that the matter of the concert will be over soon.

The black leather sofa creaked, and it was Dean who sat down.I stood in the doorway like a helpless puppy, not knowing what to do or what to say.Fortunately, Yin came over and pushed me to sit with him on a love seat.The other members also came over and took a seat.

"Are you looking forward to rehearsal?" Yin asked, still smiling.

What?Wasn't he there last night?Of course he knew that I didn't really want to come to the rehearsal.Maybe he just wanted to lighten the mood.

"Of course." I shrugged at him nonchalantly, lowered my head and silently studied my nails.

"That's right," he said loudly, and I couldn't help but think of Benji and his positive, forward-looking, "the most important thing in life is to be happy" attitude. "Here you are," he handed over a stack of sheet music. "These are songs we think you and Dean can sing together. Have you heard any of them?"

"No," I replied immediately.

Yin raised his eyebrows towards me, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I haven't heard any of your songs."

"Except for The Whore of Hades."

"Except for that one," I murmured, casting a quick glance at Dean, who was sitting in the armchair across the way, his feet on the coffee table.Don't even look at me.

"Okay, then you two can sing that, maybe with 'Turquoise Moon.' It's a little bit of a song change, and Dean will sing to the moon, and the moon—that's you—sings to him. I read the lyrics last night, if we change the wording a little bit, it can still work."

"You want me to be a...moon?"

"Don't act like you haven't shown the two 'moons' behind you in front of others," Kal-El grinned sarcastically.

Note ①: moon as a verb means to be naked in front of others.

I snorted. "Shut up, bastard." The others also laughed.The tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Kal-El smirked and said, "Just say what you want." The truth is, when he was driving, I used to take off my pants in his car, show my ass to people outside the window, and just walk away.Once almost got caught by the police.

"Okay," Yoon continued, handing me the lyrics. "These two are slow songs. You're better at faster songs, aren't you?"

"If you're talking about heavy metal singing, I don't have that voice."

"It's just heavy rock, not heavy metal," Maxim explained while cracking his knuckles, "Well, it seems to be very close to heavy metal."

"We're planning," Yin continued, "to have you sing our new songs, which should be good, "Best Rock and Roll" and "Don't Let Me Go", we've been working on these two songs for weeks and haven't played them outside yet Nope. We want you to end Never Let Me Go with a kiss, the fans will love it."

"Don't!" Dean and I shouted at the same time before Yin finished speaking.I was amazed that Dean could agree with me, but I still couldn't look at him.

"I said I wasn't going to do that," Dean said, sounding very serious.

"Oh, come on," said Maxime. "With your little impromptu speech last night, everyone knows you wrote this song for Jayce. Seeing you get that dream kiss is just as expected."

"Don't even think about it," Dean replied.

My heart was pounding and my throat was congested.I don't know if it was the offer to kiss Dean on stage that bothered me or the fact that Dean didn't want to kiss me in public.Yes, last night I told him I didn't want anything to do with him, but it was kind of back to the old days, all he wanted was a sneaky relationship with me.Although unlike before, he has made a point of telling the world that he is "in love" with me, so he is not hiding anything, but it just makes people feel like there is a dirty little secret poking around from time to time .

"When the time comes," Yin said as he stuffed another stack of papers into my hand. "You have to get familiar with these lyrics quickly. The two new ones, "The Hottest Rock Style" and "Don't Let Me Go" are quite hardcore. Why don't you sing something so we can see your vocal range?"

"Uh..." I looked at the instruments and then at them. "I just... just sing?"

"That's what you're here for," Yin said with a smile. "I'll play the guitar for you."

He jumped to his feet and picked up an acoustic guitar.

"What shall I sing?"

"as you like."

Yin played a few notes, and I began to search my stomach, but I seem to have forgotten all the songs in history, even the lyrics of "The Whore of Hades".Seeing a group of people doing this and waiting for me to speak, I have nothing to do.I don't need to look at their expressions to know that everyone is waiting for me.I felt like I was giving an unprepared speech on a topic I knew nothing about.Or like taking an exam——

"I can probably play whatever you sing," Yin said, strumming the strings.

I dropped my hands helplessly. "I don't have a clue."

"How about I start singing and you join in?" Dean's voice came from the chair, still not looking at me.

"Okay." I looked at him, and he walked straight up and cleared his throat.

"You shouldn't be using your throat these days," Lucas said. "The doctor said."

"I'm fine, I won't force myself."

Yin continued strumming, waiting for Dean's signal of inspiration.Dean frowned and thought for a moment.

"Well, I can't think of anything. Any suggestions?" He looked from person to person, but not me.

"A song to test the vocal range?" Maxim leaned against the back of the sofa next to Karl-El. "Grenade by Bruno Mars? It was on the radio this morning," he added, as the others looked at him strangely.

Note ②: Grenade, by Bruno Mars.

"That's not rock 'n' roll," Dean said.

"You can't push yourself, remember?" Lucas said, already looking up the lyrics on his little touchscreen tablet.

Dean shrugged, snatched the tablet from Lucas, and began to sing after Yin tapped the guitar four times.

As I listened to him sing the first two verses, I couldn't take my eyes off him.He doesn't need a full band or a microphone to be that good.He's just so talented.He wants me to sing with him beside him?

I swallowed my nervousness and sang along with him. I was a little breathless at first, but I quickly found the feeling, threw myself into it, and expressed everything I felt.This song, it's about a man who falls in love with another person and is willing to give his life for that person, and I can totally relate to that.I can understand the feeling of being abandoned by another person.I wonder if Dean feels the same way.But I kept my eyes closed during the whole song, afraid that if I opened my eyes, I would lose my resolve to resist him.

At the end of the song, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Dean. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips tightly with his knuckles with his index finger bent.

"It's pretty good," Yin said. "Okay, now let's sing something more exciting, how about Nirvana?"