“CUTE TO THINK of, sure, but…” a puff of a sigh exits closed lips as shay widens his eyes and shakes his head. "kind of mortifying in the moment. BUT…“ he holds an index finger in the air. "makes for good content, i guess. so, thanks.” he reaches out for his phone and sets it down, only to lean in as arden starts playing a voice memo from her own phone.
listening to the guitar solo causes his face to light up— it starts in his eyes and creeps to his brows, then down to his cheekbones and curls at his lips. they part and he gently takes her phone, then brings it closer to his ear to listen intently. "i– this is–" he’s stammering as the memo comes to a stop and he hands arden her phone back. "i don't– i don’t wanna sound, like, WEIRD but that was…“ he lets out a laugh and nods enthusiastically. "that’s a sexy solo, arden. holy cow.” he shakes his head as if he’s in denial that someone can produce something like that, OUT OF BOREDOM, no less. he puckers his lower lip in a slight frown. "no, no,“ he insists. "no, that–” shay points at her phone, then looks up at arden and beams at her. "–that was all you.“
and he’s staring right back at her, an awe-struck expression painted over his features when he swears he sees her gaze shift to his lips, even momentarily. it’s quick, though, and shay wouldn’t be one to assume someone is just, like, staring at his lips. he brushes the thought off and turns to swing his legs over the counter just as arden hops off. "you should–” he nods. "–you should keep working with that. i may be biased but that’s a sick start you have. seriously.“
a polite shake of his head and a hand held up is enough for shay to do the predictable by saying no to a drink. "you wanna know what my call time is tomorrow?” he cocks his head to the side and places his hands on either side of the counter, legs swinging over as he watches arden pour herself a glass of wine. "FOUR in the morning.“ he wrinkles his nose and hops off the kitchen island as well. "the trainer wants me dead, i think. i mean, i don’t mind early call times but even THAT might be too early for me to be pushing a tire and running a few miles but… that’s the nature of the business, right?” he meanders over to her, as if testing the waters, and leans against the wall near her.
“you’ll like this.” and by that, he means she WON’T because she’ll surely call him crazy and the smirk on his face says just that. he lightly hits her arm with the back of his hand before crossing his arms in front of him. "sometimes? when i’m running, i try to sing, too, so i can, like–" shay shimmies his shoulders as he speaks. "–so i can train myself to sound better if i ever wanna run around on stage. presumably, when you take your rightly throne of BEST guitarist out there and put me to shame, so i’ll have nothing but my little… my little singing sprints.“
❛ experiences people can relate to make for the best fucking content, if you ask me. why do you think everyone writes about like — loss and love. and sex. so many songs about sex, ❜ arden laughed, giving him a ‘ what can ya do ’ shrug. it was true — relatability was so vital in writing. perhaps it’s part of why arden lost her muse lately. when she was defying odds to make her music sensational, or when she was even fighting with her ex boyfriend, at least something came out of it. passion poured into art for arden, and it’s a little strange, feeling it come back like a buzzing under her skin just at watching shay’s genuine joy at his future and potential to create.
she’s never had a muse just because before — it came so naturally. maybe that’s the best way to describe, well — them.
❛ just say you’re welcome, shay. don’t deflect, ❜ arden waved him away. it was truthful and not intended for any ass - kissing or bashfulness. arden would be first to admit that yes, her guitar solo was sexy as fuck, but it didn’t change that she was inspired by shay to push through her writer’s block rather than fall victim to it. but still, a chance to tease — ❛ sexy, huh ? you were so fucking floored i told you how hot you were last time i saw you and yet here you are calling my solos sexy — what am i supposed to do with that, shay, hm ? ❜
arden smirked, eyebrow raised rather suggestively as she took a slow sip of wine, expecting the polite no from him. ❛ optimistic, athletic, musically gifted, a literal fucking superhero — what can’t you do ? ❜ arden put the bottle into the fridge, raising a finger in the air with a bright grin. ❛ oh right, dance, i just remembered, silly me. ❜ she’s fucking with him, letting out a little snort as she took another drink from her wine glass, eyes on shay.
she laughed at his confession, turning to face him as she drummed her fingers on the counter. ❛ oh my sweet, sweet shay — that’s what dancers do. builds up your like … stamina and everything. so you don’t go breathless when you’re singing and dancing at the same time. pretty sure it’s like, big on broadway too. ❜ arden quirked her brow, her smile pretty much effortlessly glued to her face at this point. ❛ besides, i already have the title of best guitarist — i’m just waiting for you to give me a run for my money. not that i won’t hold onto my throne anyway, it’ll just feel good knowing you tried to take it from me and i still won. ❜ her eyes were alight, sparkling under the kitchen lights as she bantered ( flirted ? ) with shay, attention fully on him.
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