Over the Moon

Over the Moon
Too soon, too soon
Let love bloom
Garbage the gloom

"What the hell is that, Aulina?" Kriya's face was covered in complete disbelief. "Two days of time-out, and this is what you come up with? This?" She shoved the paper on her face. Aulina looked through her, her gaze distant, "Put in the chords first. It will sound fine."

"Get the fuck out, Aulina. Don't teach me what is fucking gonna sound nice." Kriya was agitated and it was showing. Restlessly, she dialled Nikunj's number, as her feet wouldn't stop tapping. Pick up you stoner. "Lyrics in?" asked a sleepy voice.

"Yes. Had she not been on the bass guitar, I would have fucking choked her on spot" replied Kriya.

"Don't exaggerate. That bad?" now he sat up on his head and started to stroke his stubble. It was two-days old. "What, she brought in Daddy's Diamond again?"

"No, Niks. Worse. Hell why can't you write something? Why can't I?" Kriya was desperate.

"If you are at 16, I am coming over now" Nikunj started his way towards the bathroom.

"Come. Fast. We have to submit the new single by tomorrrow, Niks."

As he lathered up his chin, he tried to take hold of the situation, "Relax, the score is ready, Kriya." He picked up the razor, "We just need to place some words next to each other."

Aulina started her car and after a ten minutes drive, banged on the horn. Nikunj came out, looking as glamorous as ever. He waved at her, and as he got inside the car, "Screwed it bad, did you?"

"Honestly babes, I could be better at being worse." They laughed heartily.

"Oh, just one thing babes." He speed-dialled Kriya, "Sweets, I am having to go somewhere else. See you in the evening!" As simple as that. He hung up.

Kriya was stunned and ferociously making calls trying to delay deadlines with agents, and work on how to pull the strings on the budget.

Meanwhile, Aulina and Nikunj went to the office of Music & More. "Our first single together as Duet, yes that's a brand new us, and we are calling it Over the Moon" said a coy Aulina. "Perhaps my best lines to date."

"Could you give us a glimpse?" asked the journo.

"Nikunj and I have decided to only share the first four lines."

"Sure, let it out!"

"Niks, would you like to hum it?"

"No, babes. Kriya is gonna come after us with a gun!"

Aulina began:

London straight-razors,

Slitting New York noons,

Singing in Milan blazers,

Yes, we are Over the Moon.

The journalist begged them to open the rest of the score but they denied all requests and review-bribes. They got back to Nikunj's house, hand in hand. He opened the door to find Kriya smoking, one leg over the other, a definitive look of betrayal shining in her eyes, a sharp straight-razor in her clutch, and the lyrics of Over the Moon in the other. "Welcome home love-birds. And Aulina, I have a key to Niks' house same reason as you. Dumb-bass player."

Aulina went white. "What is that thing doing in your hand, Kriya?"

"What do you think, love?" she got up. She opened the razor and traced it on Aulina's jawline. "Gotta say, you have a good one." She turned to Nikunj and touched the razor on his jaw now. "Oh, you don't need a shave, do you, evil boy?"

"Take the song, Kriya! Go solo" screamed Aulina.

"Never" said Nikunj softly.

Kriya slit his throat finely, only to hurt, not to kill. "Yes, never, dearest." She took Aulina by her hair and shouted in her ears, "Touch his blood! Touch it!" Aulina agreed. "Do you smell betrayal? Double, triple betrayal? You wanna do something with it, sweetheart?"

Aulina faced her now, blood-smeared fingers, eyes giving nothing. "Yes". She snatched the lyrics from Kriya as she stood beside her. "Sing along."

"Good decision, Aulina. What do we call our two-woman band? You are the word-queen."

Nikunj was alarmed at the turn of events. "Girls, what are you up to?"

Aulina decided to over-hear the last remark. She was thinking. "I have a name, Kriya."

"Bring it on, Aul."

"Slayers."