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Matt smiled as he moved the computer mouse, hovering it over another line on the screen. “And here, we have Y/N’s solo. It was cool to have her play a song with us,” he explains to the camera as Brian nods beside him. “For those of you who don’t know, Y/N is the lead guitarist from the band Death Toll Rising, and a fucking amazing friend of ours. Well, she’s a little more than a friend to Syn here.” Matt nudged Brian’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I think I can consider my wife as a little more than a friend,” he joked dryly.
“I would hope so. Anyway, she joined us for this song, and will be joining us for another song on our upcoming album. Oh, spoilers!” Matt chuckled. “Let’s hear her piece completely by itself.” He pressed the space bar, playing your solo. Matt swayed his head to the rhythm, and Brian nodded along as the twenty-five second solo. Then, Matt highlighted Brian’s piece, which played along with yours.
“Ah, what a beautiful pair, just like the two of you,” Matt joked, nudging Brian again, who just rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just jealous that my wife is fucking talented,” Brian beamed, unable to hold back his smile.
“Hell yeah, I am,” you agreed, entering the sound room. Both men turned back to you with a smile, Brian standing from his seat.
“Well, look who we have here. What a treat!” Matt exclaimed in genuine surprise. “Miss—Or should I say Mrs. Y/N Haner, everyone!” He gestured to you as Brian grabbed a chair from another corner of the room and placed it right beside his.
“Hello, guys. I hope you don’t mind if I join you. What have I missed?” you asked, waving briefly at the camera.
“Heck no! We were just analyzing the song you did with us. We just listened to your solo completely by itself, now we’re adding Syn’s piece with it.” You nodded at Matt, then glanced at the screen.
“Well, let’s hear it,” you answered with a grin. Brian leaned forward slightly and pressed the space bar.
You all studied the sound, how Syn’s notes echoed yours perfectly. Then, his piece stopped for just a few seconds, giving you another short solo, before Matt pressed the space bar again.
“Sorry to admit, dude, but I think your wife is a better guitar player than you are.” Matt could barely get the sentence out without laughing. All of you knew that there were very few people alive who were more talented than the great Synyster Gates. But, being his wife, you did get private lessons when you asked, which improved your technique.
Brian’s hand slithered into yours as he laughed. “She’s pretty damn good, huh?” He smiled at you, then gently kissed your temple. You giggled, then shrugged.
“Well, I have a great tutor at my fingertips.” You wiggled your fingers from between Brian’s own fingers, making both of them laugh.
“And this next song you’re doing with us, it had a longer solo for you, huh?” Matt asked, more for the camera than anything. He knew very well what was in store for the whole album.
“Yeah, it’s almost a minute long, and only twenty seconds of that is with Bri—Synyster playing long with me. I think you guys just like torturing me,” you played, rolling your eyes. Matt laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, maybe a little. But, you have your dear husband to thank for that. He wrote your piece.” You turned slowly to Brian, eyes wide. You didn’t know he was the one who wrote it. It’s a brilliant piece, intricate and wild. But, he wrote it for you?
“Sounds like I’m being challenged then, babe. Tested, even?” You flashed Brian a cheeky smile, which he reciprocated.
“Maybe a little bit,” he admitted. “But, I know you can do it. It’s going to be fucking killer.” Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against yours. You leaned into it, then smiled against his lips. Then, he pulled back, squeezing your hand.
“Okay, guys. Enough of that. This is a family program,” Matt teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed a laugh.
“A family program? From the band who wrote an eight-minute-long song about murder and necrophilia?” You cocked an eyebrow, then chuckled. The guys laughed along with you.
“Yeah, okay. Fine. Let’s just get back to the song, okay?” Matt pleaded. You nodded, then reached over, and pressed the space bar.