felt her heart sink in her chest. That was over two hours ago. Why hadn’t he called her when he got in? They were supposed to speak to one another every night before they fell asleep, no matter how late it was.
“I know I should have called,” Dylan instantly apologized. “I meant to, I had my phone out and everything but I must have just crashed the moment I got in bed.”
Elise understood how it could have happened. Lately she feared she might fall asleep while recording a song. The moment she was left alone she’d close her eyes and instantly be in a deep sleep.
“This is all so intense,” she sighed. “I’m still at the studio.”
“Still?”
“Yeah, I’m struggling on this one song, ‘Leave Me There.’ The vocals need to be quite raw and heartfelt and well…I’m just too exhausted to deliver.”
On the other end of the line she could hear Dylan’s deep, slow breathing.
“Dylan?”
“What?” he jolted back awake. “Shit, sorry, baby. I’m just so tired.”
“It’s okay, get some rest.”
“Go kill that track,” he told her. “I know you can do it.”
“I love you,” Elise whispered to him, holding the phone tenderly to her ear, savoring the sound of his voice.
“I love you too.”
***
Elise wasn’t sure if it was speaking to Dylan or just her own determination to get into bed and rest, but when she went back into the recording booth she sang ‘Leave Me There’ better than she ever had before. She fueled each line with all her emotion so that at the end she physically wilted against the microphone, completely drained.
“That was it!” Antony gushed, speaking to her from the other side of the glass. “You nailed it! We’ve got a hit record right there!”
“Great,” Elise sighed. “Can I go home and sleep now?”
“I should think so.”
***
Elise was being rewarded with a rare day off which meant she could sleep late into the day. She awoke at one in the afternoon to the sound of her front door buzzer screeching across the tranquility of her apartment. Groaning, she pulled herself out of bed, wrapped her pink terry cloth robe around her and hurried over in bare feet to the front door. She had a video phone so she could see whoever was calling her. She looked at the screen but the caller’s face was obscured by an ornate bouquet of flowers.
“Who is it?” Elise pressed a button and spoke.
“Delivery,” the caller replied gruffly. Elise rolled her eyes and pressed the button which opened her door.
“Okay, come on up.”
Moments later there was a brisk knock at her front door. Elise opened it and saw the same bouquet of flowers, only more vibrant now than they had been on the screen. But as beautiful as the flowers were, it was the person behind them she was interested in. She spotted the leather sleeve and instantly knew it was him. She pushed the flowers aside and grinned in delight at Dylan.
“Hey, beautiful,” he purred sexily at her. “I thought I’d come and surprise you, and reward you for making a hit last night.”
He handed her the flowers and entered the apartment.
“So this is your new place?” He looked around approvingly. “It’s awesome.”
“Yeah,” Elise shrugged modestly. “It’s just nice to have my own bedroom now.”
“Own bedroom?” Dylan arched an eyebrow in interest and Elise blushed.
“I should put these in water.” She hurried over to the kitchen and turned on the cold water faucet.
“I didn’t know you were off today,” she called back to him as she placed the flowers in the sink to keep them fresh. She didn’t yet have a vase within her apartment.
“I’m not,” Dylan shrugged. “I managed to procure a prolonged lunch break.”
“So you’ve got to go back after?” Elise couldn’t conceal her disappointment. She’d been hoping they could spend the day together
“I know I should have called,” Dylan instantly apologized. “I meant to, I had my phone out and everything but I must have just crashed the moment I got in bed.”
Elise understood how it could have happened. Lately she feared she might fall asleep while recording a song. The moment she was left alone she’d close her eyes and instantly be in a deep sleep.
“This is all so intense,” she sighed. “I’m still at the studio.”
“Still?”
“Yeah, I’m struggling on this one song, ‘Leave Me There.’ The vocals need to be quite raw and heartfelt and well…I’m just too exhausted to deliver.”
On the other end of the line she could hear Dylan’s deep, slow breathing.
“Dylan?”
“What?” he jolted back awake. “Shit, sorry, baby. I’m just so tired.”
“It’s okay, get some rest.”
“Go kill that track,” he told her. “I know you can do it.”
“I love you,” Elise whispered to him, holding the phone tenderly to her ear, savoring the sound of his voice.
“I love you too.”
***
Elise wasn’t sure if it was speaking to Dylan or just her own determination to get into bed and rest, but when she went back into the recording booth she sang ‘Leave Me There’ better than she ever had before. She fueled each line with all her emotion so that at the end she physically wilted against the microphone, completely drained.
“That was it!” Antony gushed, speaking to her from the other side of the glass. “You nailed it! We’ve got a hit record right there!”
“Great,” Elise sighed. “Can I go home and sleep now?”
“I should think so.”
***
Elise was being rewarded with a rare day off which meant she could sleep late into the day. She awoke at one in the afternoon to the sound of her front door buzzer screeching across the tranquility of her apartment. Groaning, she pulled herself out of bed, wrapped her pink terry cloth robe around her and hurried over in bare feet to the front door. She had a video phone so she could see whoever was calling her. She looked at the screen but the caller’s face was obscured by an ornate bouquet of flowers.
“Who is it?” Elise pressed a button and spoke.
“Delivery,” the caller replied gruffly. Elise rolled her eyes and pressed the button which opened her door.
“Okay, come on up.”
Moments later there was a brisk knock at her front door. Elise opened it and saw the same bouquet of flowers, only more vibrant now than they had been on the screen. But as beautiful as the flowers were, it was the person behind them she was interested in. She spotted the leather sleeve and instantly knew it was him. She pushed the flowers aside and grinned in delight at Dylan.
“Hey, beautiful,” he purred sexily at her. “I thought I’d come and surprise you, and reward you for making a hit last night.”
He handed her the flowers and entered the apartment.
“So this is your new place?” He looked around approvingly. “It’s awesome.”
“Yeah,” Elise shrugged modestly. “It’s just nice to have my own bedroom now.”
“Own bedroom?” Dylan arched an eyebrow in interest and Elise blushed.
“I should put these in water.” She hurried over to the kitchen and turned on the cold water faucet.
“I didn’t know you were off today,” she called back to him as she placed the flowers in the sink to keep them fresh. She didn’t yet have a vase within her apartment.
“I’m not,” Dylan shrugged. “I managed to procure a prolonged lunch break.”
“So you’ve got to go back after?” Elise couldn’t conceal her disappointment. She’d been hoping they could spend the day together
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