Cherry- H.S

Medicine.

"Cherry... Darling.. Love..." He mumbles, and I shake my head.

"Nope. Call me anything, I don't care. I want to hear the song, no more arguments... You, and Mitch, and Jeff having been yelling about this song since I met you, and I think it's finally time for me to hear it." I tell him, crossing my arms.

"She has a fair point... Let the girl hear the song." Jeff speaks out, and Harry gives him a look.

"I just don't know why-"

"He's not going to show her because he knows she's going to love it, and agree with us." Mitch laughs, and sits back. The other band members are here. Mitch, Adam, Sarah, and someone named Claire. I only know some of them, I know Claire is supposed to be playing the piano, but she's a little too late considering Harry made me record all of the piano on the album.. She'll be on tour I'm guessing.

"Mitch... Shut it. She's not going to-"

"How about everyone stops talking about how I'll feel about the song as if I'm not here. I want to hear it, and make my own decision.. Band, do your thing.. Harry... wow me." I stand up, and move my stool back, sitting down. Jeffrey stands behind me, crossing his arms, and Harry sighs.

"I would just like to make it apparent that I don't want to do this." He eyes me, walking over to grab a mic with a stand.

"Give her a good performance maybe she'll give you a little kiss after." Mitch teases, and I roll my eyes.

"Look, hey... You better not give me half.. Give it all, get into character, get into the zone.. I'll give my full and honest opinion if you give me a full and honest performance, deal?" I ask, and he sighs.

"Fine." He agrees. He closes his eyes, being over dramatic. He closes his hands giving a fake preparation to me like he's trying to get into character, and I laugh. He smirks with his eyes closed, but finally gets serious, opening his eyes at the start of the guitar. It's suggesting, and he's got a straight hard look on his face. He holds the microphone, his black shirt clinging to his body along with the black jeans that fit him so well. He taps one of his feet behind the one he's standing on, and I place my finger to my lips, listening and thinking. I already love the sound of the song, the sensual feeling I get, and when the drums crash it brings a whole new aspect to the sound.

"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine.. Treat you like a gentleman." I raise my eyebrows, and he grins, but it's not the cute grin. He looks sexy, he knows he looks good too. I point to myself, and he closes his eyes, his head shaking slightly to the sound.

"Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline. Think I'm gonna stick with you.." He opens his eyes to look at me again, and he melts into the word. His voice is softer, but still passionate with the words. The drums crash and the guitar gets heavy again, but goes soft soon after, keeping the same soft vamp.

"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine, rest it on your fingertips.." He holds his hand up, pointing a finger to the ceiling and dropping it down to his lips.

"Up to your mouth, I'm feeling it out. Feeling it out." His voice grows as he holds the note, and I am already completely captivated. He takes a deep breath and sinks into the microphone, his hands clinging to it again. His eyes close, and he's completely in the song now.

"I had a few got drunk on you, and now I'm wasted....and when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you..." He opens his eyes, and he flips his head completely back at the drop of the drums. I like the insinuation there, the aspect of knowing what he'd say. The band crashes, the sound exploding, and his energy doing the same now. He's not even the same person right now, and I think I might melt.