Even though "Trouble Clef" was a short read, I really enjoyed it. Maya and Kyra both had issues of their own they had to work out. Being in a band is not ideal for everyone but it worked for them until Maya kissed Kyra on stage in front of their fans. Needless to say that started up a storm of problems. Ten years later the band is back together and Kyra and Maya come face to face again. The sexual tension between those two was crazy. The author did a very good job showing the difficulty Maya had when it came to being around Kyra. Also how hard it was for Kyra to control her emotions.
Maya has spent years putting her time as one quarter of a world-famous girl band, Trouble Clef, behind her, along with the intense romance she shared with her closeted bandmate, Kyra. But now, ten years after their last controversial show, Trouble Clef has a chance to pick up where they left off with a reunion tour, and Maya is forced to face the past—and the lingering feelings she still has for Kyra—once more.
Be Warned: f/f sex
We waited in pairs at opposite sides of the stage, and I danced from foot to foot as we held out on the order to go out. I was paired up with Kyra, who was standing, as she always did, stock still, her face radiating utter calm. I was never sure how she did it, because I was always in such a panicky mess at times like this, but it was as though she was meditating to the sounds of the screaming tweens a couple of hundred feet away.
“You okay?” I asked softly, and her eyes flew open.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked coolly. And then, all of a sudden, she lunged toward me, caught my face between her hands, and planted a wet kiss on my lips. She pulled back, a little breathless, and I gaped at her as she grinned at me. Her eyes flashed with excitement, and I wondered if I was the cause of it.
“What was that for?” I asked, eyes wide.
“I just…” She shrugged. “Do I need a reason?”
“Never,” I promised, and I was about to take her hand when the order came through our earpieces to head out on to the stage. We exchanged a look, and then, with Kyra leading, pranced out in front of the ten-thousand strong crowd gathered to see us perform.
It came to me like clockwork by then, performing. There was no room for second-guessing or shyness when you had hundreds of paying customers to entertain day in, day out. I wasn’t one of those kids who got pushed into showbiz by their fame-hungry parents. I did it all myself, seeking out a label and manager all by myself, so it wasn’t like I was crippled with stage fright. But simply finding the energy to make sure that everyone in the crowd had the best night of their life (as Thompson often reminded us) was impossible. At this stage in the tour, it was like tapping a well that had been dry for generations. All I could do was smile and hit my marks and hope no one looked too closely at me beneath the make-up.
The whole time, I couldn’t get that kiss with Kyra out of my brain. How could I? It was … spontaneous, passionate, a little crazy, when I thought about everyone who could have seen us. But it was so her. I kept on stealing glances at her, as her forehead gleamed with sweat and her eyes shined with effort.
Before I knew it, the set was over. It was so easy to lose myself in the music and the movement that I barely noticed the ninety minutes go by. Well, and this time I had basically lost myself in Kyra. She hit every step, her movements confident and practiced, her voice clear and powerful. The whole way through the set, she didn’t look at me once. She never did, preferring instead to keep her eyes fixed on the audience in front of her. It kept her focused, she told me, reminded her who she was performing for. I, pathetically, found myself a little jealous of every member of that crowd, of every person who took her attention away from me.
But this time, just as the last song came to an end, she turned to me. Our eyes met, and she beamed over at me, her breath heavy and fast. It was a total movie moment, the ear-shredding noise of the crowd dimming to nothing, the music fading away into silence. I took a step toward her, put my hand on her waist, and, before I had a chance to give what I was about to do any thought at all, I kissed her.
Nostalgia can make someone do all kinds of things they might not normally do. The question is, what will happen to them when the reminiscing ends? The chemistry between Kyra and Maya was amazing. As soon as they showed up in the same scene, I started hoping they’d end up together forever this time. They knew so much about each other, and they obviously still cared about each other as well. I couldn’t wait to find out if my wish would come true and if they’d be as good for one another as I thought they’d be. With that being said, Maya and Kyra did move awfully fast once they met up again and began planning the reunion tour for their band. This wasn’t something I would have expected to happen because of how long it had been since they’d last seen each other and how painful their breakup had been back in the day. It would have been nice for them to take things a little more slowly while they were deciding whether to give their relationship another chance. One of my other favorite parts of this tale was its descriptions of how the music industry works. Musicians and bands are kind of like products in that they’re marketed to certain types of people. I was fascinated by how all of this works and by how little control artists can have over their image at times. While it was only a small part of the plot, it was definitely still an important piece to Maya’s story. I’m glad it was given enough space to shine here. Trouble Clef should be read by anyone in the mood for something sexy.