Babes remember that actress reader x yandere people that you did? If you feel inspired could you do one for a singer reader?
Only if you feel inspired tho! I dont want to be a bother
Imagine being a singer who can’t escape obsession
Back up singers who are as much a mob as they are a worshipful congregation. Most of them are good enough to go out on their own, maybe even make it bigger than you, but they wouldn’t dare leave their privileged place at your back, after all they’re nothing without you. At concerts they are ever present, making sure you shine like you deserve and covering up for any cracks or creaks in your voice, preferring to keep those for only themselves. In private they act as backup in all other way, acting more as bodyguards than singers when you go out. Walking you back to your room when you drink too much at an afterparty and staying to watch over you or terrifying any prying reporter away. Really they terrify anyone who makes you uncomfortable or to feel inadequate away. What they lack in size they make up for in venom and knowledge, after all you’re not the only one who spills their secrets to the backup singers. They tell you everything they know to help you get ahead, they watch over you and every word or sound they sing is meant as praise for you.
A song writer who takes your disjointed notes and half baked ideas and turns them into art, not only catchy but also somehow deeply personal. Who never takes credit for the ideas and won’t even let you put their name on the credits. Who believes all credit should go to the muse. Many covet their position in your life, they can simply ask to follow you around anytime in order to get song ideas or inspiration and you rarely if ever say no. They love to be by your side, capturing even the most private of emotions and feelings for themselves. Many will be able to guess what the songs are about but most of the time only them and you will really know. Whenever they write a love song for you they can’t help but imagine you’re singing it only to them, both of your deepest and truest feelings made electric by your voice. For now they’re content to simply watch and stalk but the longer they’re around the more they’re called to do more, like you’re their own personal siren.
Hollywoods most notorious music critic. Known for liking nothing and no one. Everyone says she’s cruel and cutting and cold and bitter but she’s always so sweet to you. Never writes a single bad review or article, in fact she gives such glowing praise and recommendations of you and your work and your concerts that any other critic or fan who thinks badly about you ends up reconsidering. Claiming to love you even if they don’t, fearful that they’re wrong and she’s right, that’s just how well respected she truly is. She’d thought it was adorable how nervous you’d been when you first saw her sitting front row at one of your shows, how you’d nearly combusted right on the spot when she’d first interviewed you. She sees herself in you, in your perfectionism and your need to succeed. Even if you both went about it very different ways, she couldn’t help but dream about coming home to you at the end of a long day and dealing with the stress of expectations together. She makes sure to write horrible reviews about both up and coming and established musical acts that could challenge or derail your rise, she’d make sure you got everything you wanted and eventually she’d get what she wanted too.
Fan clubs pop up often enough, starting small and eventually getting absorbed by one of the two big ones. The fan clubs are ruthless, launching coordinated smear campaigns against your perceived competition, staking out your hotels for months and creating essentially an organized racket to get the best concert tickets and backstage passes. If the backup singers are a church, the fan clubs are cults. Using their life savings and wracking up massive debt just to have a 10 second conversation or even an awkward side hug from you. The two clubs compete, thinking that if they meet some magical threshold of membership or devotion that you’ll bless them. You’ll see how much they love you, that no one could ever love you as much as them. In their eyes, it’s a holy war and there’s no doubt you’re the god they’re all worshipping.
Roadies who are big and burly, who double as both pack mules and security. Just as happy to set up the equipment just right as they are to fight off rabid fans or deflect things thrown at stage. They’re handsome enough that they could do just about anything, when it’s questioned why they do such a low paying and tiring job, they only smirk and say it’s for the love of the game. Many assume the love of the game is cracking skulls in the pit but really it’s all about you, it’s always about you. They get to go with you everywhere, not just when they ask or when you invite them but every single day. A lot of people get to see you perform but only they get to see you at haggling at the farmers market or complaining on the phone to your phone company. You don’t perform for them because as bad as it makes you feel, you see them more as fixtures than people at this point. They don’t mind your subconscious disregard for them, it just gives them even more fuel for the burning desire in their hearts. With so little time or chance for outside relationships it’s only a matter of time until you fall into their arms. After all they’re already there, they’ve already seen all of you and they love you truly.
(Sorry I couldn’t think of more people, if anyone wants to suggest any in the comments I can add to the post!)
