Dani’s your vocalist

Your friendly neighborhood math whiz shows up at your studio, wearing a baggy t-shirt and mom jeans. Despite the get-up, you can still clearly make out her killer figure. Those tits stand out like a balloon in a haystack—all curves with a buoyant heft.

Dani takes a quick look around the studio set up and then strolls over to your side, humming some song to herself as she stares at the complicated software interface.

“So, this is where the legendary producer Alex Knight works his magic,” she says, giving you a warm smile. “Fancy. I could never do that.”

You make a quick adjustment to the bass and return her smile.

“You’re in a PhD-level math class, Dani. Something tells me you could figure this out in a jiffy,” you laugh. “Say, how are things going between you and the guy-crush?”

She pauses to think for a second, tilting her head to the side.

“Complicated,” she eventually says. “And I don’t think in a good way. You know, I kind of just want to forget about Matt for today. I’ve always been able to lose myself in music. It’s a place where I don’t have to worry about anything else.”

“I know just what you mean,” you reply, offering her a sympathetic smile. “Let’s get to the music. I got some demo vocals so you know what your part’s meant to sound like. All I ask is that you do a better job than what I got.”

“Sounds like a tall order,” Dani smiles back.

“Not everyone’s had fifteen years of classical vocal training. I’m sure you’ll manage,” you say.

With that, you hit play and sit back, watching for Dani’s reaction as the opening notes of your latest hit-to-be lilts over the studio monitors. She bops her head appreciatively to the glistening chords dancing atop one another, gently swaying her body from side to side. The simple dance, if you could even call it that, simply accentuates her natural beauty, and you find yourself wondering what would happen if you slipped a hand under her shirt…

And there it is. The voice comes in. It’s shrill and off-key and totally jarring. What was shaping up to be a pretty great song now sounds like a parody of itself.

“Whaaat?” Dani mutters, looking horrified. “Who did you pay for that performance? You got scammed, Alex!”

“I’ve got some bad news for you,” you say. “That voice is mine.”

“Wow,” Dani laughs. “That falsetto is… brave.”

“I told you it wouldn’t be hard to top,” you chuckle.

“You know, not everyone needs fifteen years of classical vocal training,” she says, “but in your case, a couple years under your belt wouldn’t hurt. I’d pay for those lessons out of pocket.”

“Ouch,” you laugh. You gently push her towards the recording booth. “I think that’s your cue to get to the mic and fix my mistakes.”

“Could I get a recording of that first? I want to send it to Mars and Val,” Dani says, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You stare at her flatly.

“Please?” she asks.

“Only because you said ‘please’,” you relent, sighing as you press play on the segment of the track again, while Dani takes a video of you and your terrible voice.

An hour and a half into the recording session, things have gone smoothly.

“We’re getting close. I just want a couple more takes to layer over this section, and the end result should be pretty cool,” you say.

“What if I made this a diminished seventh here instead?” Dani suggests, listening to you play the track back.

“Spicy. I like it,” you say, giving an approving nod.

The two of you take five minutes to record the backing vocals, and then you take another couple to layer some effects over it. Not too much processing, though. Dani’s natural voice is beautiful and there’s only so much you need to do to bring it out.

“Okay, ready to hear how it sounds all together?” you ask.

“I hope it’s turned out decent,” she says, taking a nervous sip of water as she exits the booth to stand by you. “I wouldn’t want to be the one holding your music back.”

“Nah, you’re the reason anyone will listen to this song,” you say. “I know it.”

With that, you hit play, and let your music do the talking. The snippet you’ve been working on over the last couple minutes only lasts a couple bars, but you instantly lock eyes with Dani. Her eyes are wide and bright.

“This is it,” you say, slowly nodding your head.

“So good!” Dani laughs.

Delighted, she jumps into your arms, and before you know it, her lips have met yours, the kiss pure enthusiasm. It lasts a split second before she backs off, an apologetic grin on her face.

“Whoops,” she says, looking abashed.

{if Dani > 30} You cup her face and bring her close. You kiss her lips again, savoring the taste of her, a hand of yours slipping under her shirt and running daringly up her side. You feel her suck in a breath as a hand of yours cups her tit, and you leave one last peck on her lips as the two of you separate. {endif}

“Nothing to apologize for,” you smile. “But we should cut it before anyone catches us.”

“This was good,” Dani agrees, a little short on breath.

Does she mean the kiss or does she mean the music?

“It was,” you agree in any case. “We should do it again.”

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