It’s Friday, which means band practice, and typically Mags feels excited and empowered on band practice day…but not this Friday. They are feeling nervous.
It’s Luc’s first official practice with the group (Joan on the drums; Stella on the guitar; Mags on the bass/vocals).
What if it isn’t actually a good fit, despite Mags’s instincts that it would be? What if his style is too different from theirs? Too rock to their punk? What if adding a cis-dude to this very femme group throws everything off?
Plus, he is bringing two of his friends to hang out during the practice…Eve and Lilith. What if they don’t like Mags?
“Mags…Mags?”
“Oh, sorry. I zoned out. What’s up, Joanie?”
“What time are Luc and his friends getting here? I’m ready to gooo–it’s been a fuckin’ week and I wanna hit things with my sticks. Also,” she smiles mischievously, “that red lip looks good on you…”
Joan is such a flirt.
“He–they– should be here any minute. I wonder if we should adjust the am-”
Mags loses her train of thought as the distinct scent of blood orange fills her nose…and brings on a full body shiver, warmth landing right between their thighs.
“Hey y’all,” says a familiar, velvety voice.
That voice is gonna be perfect for us, why was I doubting?
Mags turns from Joan and makes eye contact with Luc that lasts long enough to make everyone else in the room shift. Finally Stella clears her throat.
“Oh, uh, Joan, Stell, Mags…this is Eve and Lilith. Eve and Lil, meet Joan, Stella, and Mags.”
“Charmed,” replies Joan quickly but not coldly, “shall we play? And perhaps scream? Lilith and Eve, we have a mini fridge with seltzer. And the red couch is all yours!”
Eve and Lilith share a serene quality, bringing to Mags’s mind the scents of lime and helichrysum as they gab on the couch and enjoy bubbly water. The afternoon flows as Luc’s voice fills the corners of the room with cream and velvet, Stell’s guitar lifts dust from the ground, Joan’s sticks unlock a new electrical current in the air, and Mags’s bass collects the room’s differing heartbeats into one, loud pulse.
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