MY SEVEN BOYFRIENDS ARE IN A BOYBAND - Polyamourous Smutts

CHAPTER 65

Despite Evie's paranoia, Kevin had seen something in Kimberly's blue eyes - a look he had seen before in his own reflection.

Kevin had written his part of ‘I'm Not Feeling Okay’ with that same look in his eyes years ago, long before joining Sixth Octave. It was an incomplete song, merely a verse - poetry because he didn't have music and didn't know how to play instruments.

Then came the opportunity to be in Sixth Octave, but it was more of a nightmare than a joy.

Then Finn showed up in the alley of the strip club, and all the pieces fell into place.

The song was incomplete because his destiny was incomplete.

Kevin had been told that art was the easiest way to starve, that he would never be a famous singer because he didn't know how to play instruments nor had any musical knowledge.

So he learned everything about how to sing, took singing classes with the money he made from a secret job, aside from the strip club, and auditioned to be part of Sixth Octave, and now he was part of Monster Mash.

He was proof that those who persevere achieve, and now he was famous.

Zeth and Frank, and even Everett, taught him how to sing better and belt without yelling, because oh! These guys were really shouty and belted throughout almost every song! But that was the fun of the band. If they had the potential, it would be a shame to waste it, right?

Alex taught him to dance to complex routines, even Draco did, although he did so reluctantly. Kevin had always admired BTS and their amazing, impossible choreographies. God! So artistic! He never knew he’d be able to do that! And now he could, although Monster Mash was more sensual than artistic but, like Draco said... Semantics.

And Finn taught him to be brave on stage. Kevin used to be so afraid of ruining the harmonies of the group, but Finn showed him that it was not just about singing, but rather being mentally in synch with the other guys to shine and move through the song as one. Here, no one was above the other. Even Zeth, the irrefutable leader, was on the same level of importance as the rest on stage.

Oh yeah! This was what a band should be like!

And now that he had found his voice with the boys, many verses that he had written over the years became parts of songs.

Now the melody of Kevin's life had rhythm, and his voice had ears to listen to it, and that's what this angry blonde was missing.

Ears to listen to her melody.

Kevin had faith that he could make her change her mind, so he took a long breath, hoping not to become her next victim, and slid the glass door of his room open.

"Make yourself... Home?" Kevin was surprised to see a bed-shaped ice sculpture where his bed used to be and a note on it.

I broke bed by accident. I replaced it with mine. I think ice will make you tougher.

With love: Everett.

PS: I wrote ‘with love’ because I panicked.

"This room is definitely yours," Kimberly chuckled. Upon entering and seeing all the mirrors and glass in here, Kimberly began her planning. She could break one and threaten him with a shard.

"You can come here whenever you want," Kevin said. As soon as he offered her a smile, she smiled at him involuntarily.

That never failed.

Some said an eye for an eye, but Kevin always said a smile for a smile

"Why am I here?" The blonde crossed her arms. "I want answers, now."