Sing Your Pleasure. A.C. Arthur

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СКАЧАТЬ I don’t want her dieting down to a size two. I think the best way to present her is to be different. To take R&B back to its roots.”

      To his surprise, Charlene lifted her glass to the waiter, watched as the chilled liquid filled to the top then licked her lips before taking a sip. “You mean you’re going to let me sing like Tina Turner and Gladys Knight did and not worry about the highly commercialized packages gracing the airwaves today?”

      Akil nodded, inwardly applauding her intelligence. He had a feeling that there was much more to Charlene Quinn then he’d originally thought.

      “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

      Chapter Four

      Music soothed his soul. Always had and Akil suspected always would.

      Sitting back in the chair, pushing the springs as far as they would go, he folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He was in his Miami home, past the personal rooms to the back where his studio was located. In the background a slow beat played. The piano solo was coming up in a few minutes, after the tight strain of violin notes. It was a riveting beat, an emotional ballad that he’d composed but had yet to find the words to accompany.

       Be better than me, Akil. Promise me you’ll be better.

      The familiar words echoed in his mind. That’s where they lived now, twelve years later. They were a whisper on swollen and ashen lips, a plea from the one person he’d loved the most at the time.

      He’d made the promise. And he’d kept it. He was better than her. His life, because of hers, had gone down a similar path with an entirely different mind-set, one that brought him fame and fortune, everything he’d ever wished for.

      But also one that had cost him much.

      It was times like these, times when it was quiet except for the music of his heart, that he thought of his past, of the life he had left behind.

      Of the one person he’d wanted so desperately to help but who was completely unreachable to him.

      “Akil.”

      At the sound of his name he was jolted out of the past.

      “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Charlene was saying, already backing out of the room.

      “No,” he said, halting her instantly with the single word. “It’s okay. Stay.”

      She’d changed into lounge pants and a T-shirt that brushed just above her knees. On her feet she wore slippers and on her face a look of confusion that scraped over his already tense nerves. How did she do that? How did she look so naive and so innocent one minute, then open her mouth to talk and sound older and much wiser than he could ever be the next?

      “I went to the kitchen for some water and heard the music.”

      “I’m sorry. I should have closed the outer doors to block out the sound. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

      She was shaking her head, the long hair she’d pulled up into a ponytail swaying behind her.

      “You didn’t wake me. I can never sleep the first night I’m away from home.” She was shrugging the words off as if she were embarrassed by them. “This is nice. Did you write it?” she asked about the music.

      He nodded.

      “What’s it called?”

      “Nothing right now. The music was in my head one day so I composed it. But I haven’t come up with the words or theme for it yet.”

      It was her turn to nod as if she understood exactly what he was saying. “It’s kind of sad,” she commented.

      Pushing the button, he looped the song, let the slow, heated beginning start.

      “Kind of.”

      They remained quiet, letting the music move around them.

      “But kind of inspiring, encouraging.”

      Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. “She’s growing. Learning.”

      “She?”

      “I always call songs ‘she.’ Females have a lot more emotion, empathy, compassion, triumph, in their souls than men.”

      She smiled. “You think so, huh? I guess I can relate to that.”

      “Being a female, I figured you could.”

      After a few more beats she said, “He’s giving her something.”

      “Something that moves her to another level.”

      “It moves them both. See right here,” she said, lifting a finger in the air just as the piano solo picked up the beat and drowned out the keyboard and percussions. “Right here is where it changes from just her song to their song. To their journey.”

      For a moment he was quiet, letting her words and the music sink in. “You’re right,” he said finally, almost incredulously. “You have a good ear.”

      “I studied instrumental composition in college.”

      He sat back, let his eyes gaze at her once more. Each time he looked at her he could swear he saw something else. This time she looked vulnerable, yet capable. Weak only in that she was new to this scenery, but strong in that she was determined to make the best of her situation. He admired that.

      And in that instant he feared her.

      “You should get some rest. We’re starting early tomorrow and will probably work all day. Did you look at the songs I gave you?” Turning his attention back to the board, he cut off the music and began shutting down the rest of the power.

      She hesitated and Akil almost turned to see if she was still there. But then she answered him in a voice just a tad smaller, a hint less enthusiastic than it had been a moment before.

      “I’ll be ready for tomorrow’s session. You don’t have to worry, Akil. I teach my students how to sing and probably know just as much about vocals, if not more, than you do. So I won’t let you down.”

      Before he had a chance to say that wasn’t what he meant, that he’d just wanted to make sure she was prepared, she was gone.

      Cursing, Akil slammed his palms down on the mixing console, standing and pushing the chair away from him so hard it slammed into the wall a few feet away. “Dammit!” he cursed, then flicked the light off and left the studio himself.

      Why did it always seem like he said the wrong thing to her?

      Felix “Five Minute” Hernendez was one of the best sound technicians in the business. He’d also been known for the number-one hit he’d written for Lady X two years ago in about five minutes, hence his nickname.

      Seth Dante was the sound engineer. Charlene knew because Jason had told her all about Seth and Five last night during dinner. Right about the time Serene had been giving Akil СКАЧАТЬ