She shook sand off her towel in aggressive flicks and was pleased to see him flinch. “Don’t gawk like fools! It’s actually quite normal for a girl to have some meat on her bones, you know.”
With wide eyes and a raised brow, Bran immediately set about gathering his things. The others seemed to decide her comment was a joke and milled there chuckling up at her face and then down at the sand, up and down their eyes went until she shocked them out of their stupor.
“We’re hitting the pub up the road for dinner as soon as Dan and Dave arrive. We’re going straight from here, so if you lot are happy to sit there all night with barnacles attached to you then by all means do so.”
An hour later, they were heading to the multi-level car park situated on the same city street as the studio. Melbourne was an interesting mix of old world buildings, modern skyscrapers, and graffiti ridden laneways chock filled with eclectic cafes. They’d be perfect to kick back in and drink strong coffee or get loaded up and people-watch. He sensed an energy pulsing up through the concrete and a thrumming in the air. A creative buzz, just waiting to be hooked into. He liked the place already.
– Bran from Siren’s Wave, getting into Melbourne’s laneways.
So awesome that it inspires orgasmic feels and maybe a little trash talk in Siren’s Wave, a novel by J.A. Hazel…
It was like being out in the ocean on his board, bobbing and floating in the otherworldly palette of water and sky. With the music turned up to the max and heard through the control room speakers, perfectly stoned and vibrating into the shimmering sound, Bran was about as happy as he could ever wish to be.
-Bran, blissing out in the studio to the Band of Horses’ sweeping, soaring track, The Funeral.
And after the intoxicating song finishes -it all goes downhill…
Despite the mellow buzz he’d been enjoying before Ava’s arrival, the same intense feeling from the rink burnt hot in his chest. He’d planned to drag himself up, grab his guitar, and play something to cool it, but instead, he spoke. “Why don’t you just shut up, Ava. You’re a real fucking drag. Do you even know you’re a bore? Or maybe you just see ‘uptight shrew’ as part of your job description?”
– Bran enraged by the mere presence of poor Ava. Well, she may have been nagging just a little…