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It's an unwritten benefit of being the boyfriend that I get to poke my nose into the studio most times that I want to, and I don't like to take advantage - step on any toes, or make you look less than professional, or cross some line or other of journalistic integrity, blah blah blah. No matter how much I'm assured it's not a problem, I'll probably never end up here as much as either of us could stand.
I have to admit, when I do take advantage of the chance, though, it's a nice thing. Watching you work with the bands when it's all gelling, or just you, in quiet moments. The line of your back and shoulders as you scribble a line of music down, the way your expression changes when you've figured something out about the sound.
It has been a bit, though.
"Hey," I say, unfolding myself from the chair where I've been keeping myself busy reading press releases for various bands, and lean up behind you, fingers finding the knots where your neck meets your shoulders. "As sexy as it is, watching you do something you're really good at, I think you can probably call it a night."
I have to admit, when I do take advantage of the chance, though, it's a nice thing. Watching you work with the bands when it's all gelling, or just you, in quiet moments. The line of your back and shoulders as you scribble a line of music down, the way your expression changes when you've figured something out about the sound.
It has been a bit, though.
"Hey," I say, unfolding myself from the chair where I've been keeping myself busy reading press releases for various bands, and lean up behind you, fingers finding the knots where your neck meets your shoulders. "As sexy as it is, watching you do something you're really good at, I think you can probably call it a night."
