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Chapter 2.

A/N: * * mean thoughts.


Logan looked around the hotel hall and then frowned at Pari. The hotel was good, it was one of the best in New York, but... Why it was so... shinny? And... elegant? And, why, oh, why, it was in 5th Avenue? At first, Jubes, Kitty and Amiko were looking around the hotel in awe, but now Jubes had that glint in her eye... And she was whispering with the other two girls, and that only meant one thing: problems. Sure, there they came, Pari in row... The four of them looked at him with their best puppy face, Amiko and Jubes even grabbed his arms, and Jubes started.

“Logan... You’re going to go out, rehearsing... And we’re going to be sooooo bored.... Could we, you know... go shopping? Pleeeeeeeaaaaasssseeeee?” Jubes could prolong one word until infinity, if she needed to.

Trying to get distracted, Logan looked at Pari, who was also pouting. “What the Hell you’re doing, Pari? You have your own credit card, and you’re coming with me to the rehearsal.”

“Yes, yes, I know... But girls need to stick together... You know, moral support. Are you gonna let them?”

“Is either that or have them mad at me for the rest of my life.” He sighed and took out his wallet. “Kitty, here you are. Please, be responsible, ok?” He gave one of his credit cards to the older girl, and was rewarded by a squeal of delight for Jubes’ part, and a kiss from Amiko. Kitty only smiled and nodded, surely thinking how to keep the card out of Jubes’ reach.

The three girls smiled at each other, linked arms and walked away. Logan was a little preocupied about let them alone in NY... not about them, mind you, the three knew how to defend themselves, but about NY... the poor city didn’t know what was going to hit it. Well, at least he had remembered to give them the credit card with the lower limit... hadn’t he? He shrugged, well, Kitty was the one with the card and, even if Jubes managed to take it from her, the girls deserved it. He turned to Pari, motioning for her to take him to the rehearsal.

When they reached the concert hall they listened to the music coming from the stage. When they got near enough to see it, Logan stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging like readying to catch flies in it. His eyes were locked in the stage, where an extremely beautiful woman was singing and dancing, all by herself. Her pure white hair was pull in a high ponytail and she was dressed with leggins and a blue t-shirt, knotted just below her breasts, showing her middrift. Hew voice was sweet and strong at the same time, and she was dancing sensually but not over sexually. He just could stand there and stare forever. That is, until Pari smacked his arm and he grunted.

“Hey, Earth to Logan... Com’on, pay attention to me...”

“Go away. No talk. Busy.”

“Yeah, busy ogling her. Ok, wait.” Pari turned towards the stage and waved an arm, whistling. “RoRo! Hey, girl! It’s Pari, remember me?”

The woman stopped and looked at them, smiling and waving back. She went down the stage and walked towards them. She stopped in front of Logan and looked at him with a sweet smile. Logan looked to the ground, trying to convice himself that he wasn’t a lovesick teenager, and that ogling a woman wasn’t something he wanted to do. Not even this one. Pari rolled her eyes and started the introductions.

“Logan, she’s Ororo Munroe, most known as RoRo. Ororo, he’s Logan...”

“People call me Wolverine.” He interrumted Pari, glancing at Ororo, wanting to see her reaction to his nickname. She only nodded, as if it was normal for someone to have a nickname based in some wild animal. He glanced back at the ground, trying not to make a fool out of himself.

*Wow, he’s even better face to face... Well, if he looked at me for more that one second, that’s it... Maybe he doesn’t like my version of his song... Maybe I should have sent him a copy before putting it in my CD...* Ororo thought, fidgeting with one of her white locks, a little nervous. “It’s nice to meet you, Logan. I love your music, your songs are so... real, so breathtaking...”
Logan tried not to look at the way she was playing with her hair. It should make her look nervous, but instead it made her look sexy as hell. “Yeah, thanks. They’re personal.” *Shit, that didn’t sound right... She’s gonna think I didn’t like her version... Ok, ok, so at first I didn’t like the idea of some version of my songs, but now... Now what? The girl who did it is as hot as the Sun, and suddenly all’s ok?...* He fought with himself.

“Well, I know, but I think I did a good version of your song... I didn’t change anything, only the title and the rhythm, a little... It’s still a ballad, but it’s less country and more R&B...” She tried to explain. *Oh, yes, he didn’t like your version... well, it’s a beautiful song, and you see yourself reflected in it, and what? He said it, it was personal, you hadn’t right to make a version... But he gave his permission, so...*

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He mumbled. “I’m gonna sing it my way, I don’t
know nothing about R&B, not my kind of music.” He realized something
and looked at her. “Did you change the title? Who gave you permision?”
He almost shouted. One thing was letting her sing it, change a little
the rhythm, but the title? No way, he didn’t agree to that.

Ororo took a step back, blushing and looking at the ground. “Well, you
see... I liked the title, I really did, but there is no reference to a
bitter world in the lyrics, so I thought that maybe calling it ‘The
Storm’ would make more sense...” She kicked some invisible pebbles with
her feet, feeling the weight of Logan’s eyes on her.

“Maybe. But I called it ‘Bitter World’ ‘cause... Well, ‘cause it’s
called it.” Logan took advantage of her low eyes to look at her from
head to toe, again. Oh, yes, it was a good body...

“Well, the title isn’t important, I saw RoRo’s CD and she says
that ‘The Storm’ is a version of ‘Bitter World’, so all’s good... The
problem that I see is if you two want to sing it in your own
versions...” Pari said, before things went out of control.

Ororo looked deflated. “Of... of course... We need to think in a way to
combine the R&B and the country... Maybe if we only use your guitar and
our voices, without any other instrument, that could sound good... You
sing the verses and I sing the chorus, and the last one we do as a
duet... That could work, if we rehearsal a lot.”

Logan tried to wake himself from a good daydreaming about what he could
do with those shapely legs... and the rest of her body, of
course. “Yeah, I can’t wait to do it with you.”





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