AN: This is rated M from the off & I apologise for the hetero *shivers* sex but it had to be done. (its a 1 time thing I promise)
Honestly I know nothing about music, or instruments or the music industry only what google is teaching me so I`m totally winging it, any inaccuracies I take full responsibility for, just know I have tried my best at making it believable and accurate.
This all came about because I was playing Guitar Hero and suddenly I had this whole story mapped out in my head and it won`t let me be.
Unfortunately I do not own OUaT or it`s Characters but I can dream and take them for a spin occasionally, purely for pleasure
Cursed Exile is a fictitious band of my creation and any resemblance to a band alive or dead is entirely coincidental (I google searched and got zero hits)
Truest_Believer & Carter Adams belong to me.
I hope you enjoy :0)
Music or the Mayor
Chapter 1 – What Goes Around Comes Around.
Placing the sweet popcorn into the microwave the shaggy brown haired teen figured he had at most 3 ½ minutes to prepare. Taking the stairs two at a time he barrelled up and into his room a loud bang crashing through the house as his door hit the wall behind
"Hen-ry" His Mother scalded her voice drifting up from her ground floor study "No running in the house, especially on the stairs. It's dangerous"
"Sorry Mom, there isn't much time, it`s nearly midnight" His breathless reply
Leaving his dark blue jeans and red woollen Christmas jumper with the reindeer in a heap on his bedroom floor he quickly changed into his Marvel Avengers pyjama bottoms and his cherished signed Cursed Exile – Cursed Tour 2011 T-shirt before rushing out.
Again taking the stairs two at a time Henry missed the bottom four completely as he launched himself into the vestibule skidding to a halt just past his mothers study, his fingers tightly gripping the architrave to prevent further slippage. Taking a sneak peak around the frame into the study he noticed his mother behind her mahogany desk idly flicking through an old battered photograph album. Sighing, Henry`s heart became heavy as his thoughts were drawn to the happier times the album held, fortunately the microwave dinging signalled the popcorn ready to eat saving him from his darkening thoughts.
Taking the bag of popcorn from the microwave and grabbing a can of soda from the refrigerator Henry rushed into the lounge plopping himself and his treats onto the middle seat of the leather sofa, flicking on the TV Cater Adams was hosting the 2015 Times Square New Year Ball drop
"... And we wish you a very happy and healthy 2015 as we count down these last seconds of 2014..."
"Moooooom, M-om there`s fifty seconds to go, come on we never miss this" Shouted Henry through a mouthful of popcorn.
Carefully placing the old photograph album into the bottom drawer of the mahogany desk Regina pushed it closed reverently.
"Coming darling"
"Mom" Henry stretched leaning his head over the back of the sofa so she could hear him clearly "Hurry up... Cursed Exile are playing"
Regina Mills rolled her eyes at the very mention of Cursed Exile having been forced to listen to their particular blend of Rock/Pop ona daily basis since Henry had become obsessed with the band, their music and in particular Emma Swan during the, Aunt Ruby babysitting incident of 2011. Rolling her eyes again Regina shuddered at the memory as a small smile played at the corner of her lips, the incident hadn't been a complete disaster it had returned her loving son.
Sitting next to Henry Regina pulled the boy tightly against her placing a tender kiss atop his head
" ... And let's count it down together, everyone at home as well. Ten... Nine... Eight..."
Regina and Henry looked at one another smiling as they continued the countdown together
"Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."
"Happy New Year Henry" Smiled Regina enveloping her son in a tight embrace
"Happy New Year mom, I love you so much"
"And I love you darling."
Regina swallowed her emotions as tears pricked her eyes. Releasing Henry from her embrace he sat once again tight against her, her arm draped lovingly, protectively around his shoulders. With their attention returned to the TV they both smiled as tickertape fluttered down upon the happy Times Square revellers
"Now Henry tell me, what`s gotten you so excited?"
"Cursed Exile" Henry screamed pointing towards the TV as the camera panned out to the Freedom stage to reveal the beautiful blonde Emma Swan the bands lead guitarist and occasional vocalist readying her equipment.
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Forgetting her lucky picks Emma returned to the dressing room, the door ajar a sliver of light pierced the dimly lit corridor. Emma`s abdominals tightened a warning not to venture inside. A wave of nausea gripped her, tasting bile she knew that whatever she discovered behind the door was about to change her life forever.
Leaning dejectedly against the wall of the dimly lit corridor Emma`s head dropped as she caught the stifled whimpers of pleasure coming from inside of the dressing room, closing her eyes she clenched her fists into tight balls as her stomach bottomed.
"Keep it together Swan, keep it together."
Taking a steadying breath Emma exhaled slowly, her course of action decided she slowly pushed the door open... Her eyes widened with shock at the sight of Lily Page the lead singer of her band-on her knees- in front of drummer Killian Jones who`s Union Jack boxers were nestled snugly inside of his jeans crumpled in a heap around his ankles. Dumbstruck, Emma was unable to comprehend the scene playing out before her eyes, this wasn`t what being the founding member of the biggest band on the planet was about, not for her, not anymore at least, not since...
Lily kissed Killian`s thighs, making her way down his legs she placed gentle kisses upon the inside of his knees before taking the shaft of his engorged penis into her hand. Stroking it gently back and forth she lowered her head, tongue flicking across the tip circling it smoothly; lower... lower... until her tongue licked beneath the ridge.
Tracing wet kisses down one side of Killian`s shaft Lily moved upwards along the other until her mouth was once again hovering just above the head, placing her lips against the tip she opened her mouth sucking Killian inside.
Killian gripped the sides of Lily`s head pulling her slowly forward until every inch of his penis was covered by her moist, warm mouth. Lily gagged as his penis hit the back of her throat, her mouth widening to let a mixture of spittle and preseminal fluid escape in stringy strands that dripped down onto Killian`s thighs.
Picking up his pace Killian thrust his penis into her mouth, while Lily`s tongue danced and flicked around it, groans of pleasure rumbling through her chest.
Still watching from the doorway like some fucking voyeur Emma noticed Killian edging closer to orgasm, his muscles tensing as he exhaled in desperate breathy puffs.
"Well this is awkward?" Emma stated taking a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that Killian would be left unsatisfied
Lily shot away from Killian as if she had been burned, his penis leaving her mouth with a loud pop. Cleaning the Cowper's fluid from around her mouth with the back of her hand Lily stood, defiantly staring at Emma, behind Lily Killian sniggered then grimaced as he found himself pulling up his jeans and hastily tucking his engorged member into his boxers.
"Em-I-I..." Lily started
Emma held up her hand shaking her head
"We have a gig, I just-I forgot my picks"
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Emma was raging, she was fucking furious, seething. If she were a cartoon character steam would be billowing from her ears, as it were the more she thought about what had played out in the dressing room a few minutes earlier the more emotional she became, she hadn`t felt this enraged since before...
Shaking her head struggling with her inner turmoil the blonde distracted herself with adjusting the strap of her Las Paul until it felt comfortable across her chest and shoulder, she then placed her multi-coloured picks in the rubber seal of the speaker behind her like she`d done a thousand times before-before her life turned to shit.
Ha, fucking ha. Lot of fucking good this ritual has done me.
Killian appeared on the stage closely followed by Lily who`s eyes bore through Emma as she hollered into the microphone
"TIMES SQUAAAAARE..." The crowd went wild "Welcome to two thousand and fifteen... Ok were gonna sing one song for you right now, it`s a song you might all recognise, it's called –Don`t wanna talk about it"
The crowd cheered, whooped and bopped as Lily`s stunning vocals launched Cursed Exile into the most played song of 2014, rocking Times Square into the New Year.
Swans emotions eased as the music she`d penned flowed from her fingertips and out through her cherished Gibson Les Paul, it`s heavy mahogany making it`s tone rich and full, she had replaced the standard pickups with bare knuckles, which in her opinion had made this Gibson the best guitar she had ever owned or played, she loved this guitar.
Music had always been Emma`s solace soothing the pain of the past, easing the loneliness, resentment and anger that bubbled inside an ever present reminder of the broken system she found herself growing up within.
Smiling wholeheartedly Emma interacted with the crowd who bopped and locked along with her and each other as they sang the words she had composed back to her and the rest of the band. Her heart swelled with happiness at the audiences reaction to her music, the air felt charged, if she didn't know any better she would swear it almost felt... magic!
Emma was once again truly enjoying her music, loving the emotion it could elect from individuals believing music to be an extremely personal experience. As she watched the faces in the crowd she could see a myriad of emotions playing across them and drawing upon her own experience Emma thought of how she could listen to a song a hundred times and the world would not make sense but on the hundredth and one play a chord could be struck that resounded somewhere deep within and the music would return clarity to her world.
As the song ended Emma committed to memory the amazing vibe and energy the audience omitted. Emma would miss them, the smiling eclectic collection of adoring fans. To Emma music had always been about so much more than just fame and a fat royalty cheque. If and it were a big if - if you were lucky enough to make it in the business those were just a fortunate side effect. Although somewhere along the journey Emma had bought into the fame and hype that surrounded her and Cursed Exile becoming lost for a time but that was before... the kid. Since meeting the kid Emma had completely turned her downward spiral into oblivion around.
"Fuck it" Emma mumbled under her breath "I`m done with this shit. I`m done"
Cursed Exile`s contractual obligation for the night had been fulfilled and the band were due to take a hiatus for the next few months to recharge their creative juices before returning to the studio to work on their sixth album that would, upon its release be followed by a world tour.
"I`m so done"
Removing her beloved Gibson from her shoulder the strap swung loosely by her legs as she gripped it`s neck tightly, the 10-46s Rotosound strings digging into her palm. Striding over to where Killian sat playing his drums Emma shot him a death glare as she lifted the Gibson high above her head
"Fuck you Killian!"
Bringing the Les Paul down in one swift motion its neck broke as it connected with Killian`s Tama drum kit sending symbols, snare drums and drumsticks flying across the stage in all directions.
"Bloody hell Swan, she only sucked my bloody cock, it`s not like it meant anything love"
Loosening her grip upon the broken Gibson it slipped from her grasp as she kicked out a booted foot piercing Killian`s base drum, he, Lily and the entire audience now standing watching her mouths agape.
Quickly closing the distance between them Emma pulled back her arm; unleashing a swift right hook she caught Killian across the jaw, recoiling backwards he stumbled into his stool before crashing off of the rear of the stage.
Chest heaving Emma whirled around marching with menace towards Lily who raised her hands in mock surrender. Grabbing the microphone Emma paused momentarily, inhaling a deep breath she managed to calm herself slightly before speaking to the stunned audience.
"I`m sorry for ruining the song and for my actions tonight but due to irrevocable differences within the band I am unable to continue. I urge each and every one of you to never give up on your dreams; you never know which one could be your happy ending. Thank you"
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Henry was aghast unable to understand what he had just watched on the TV
"What-what - just - Mom?"
"As I always suspected Henry, it appears your Ms Swan isn't so perfect after all or the Saint she would have us believe"
Regina ruffled the boy`s hair trying to make light of the situation, she knew the breakup of his favourite band would affect him and badly, she would never forget that it was Cursed Exile and in particular Emma Swan that had returned her Henry to her.
Not tonight, I can't revisit that dark place at least not tonight
Henry`s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he turned to his Mom
"I-I don`t believe that Emma is bad, she was nice to me. I think something bad must`ve happened, something really bad" He frowned "Do you think the band have broken up?"
Regina`s heart ached as she placed a tender kiss to the top of her sons head
"I believe so my darling... I believe so"