Hello again Moonie, I have come yet again with another request that I am pretty sure is good.
Oneshot and some fluff please
Plot: the reader before had a hard time in getting bux and managing their life in their apartment, until their singing voice was used to good use by becoming a popstar along with having a lil helping hand with the clothes and a lil sidekick by their side to sing.
btw you can decide what their gear is related to this scenario.
eventually, they became popular as fans go to their concerts to watch them sing and dance. despite all the hate, they just think it's attention counted. (ts ragebait for haters)
plus they put on a totally persona a complete contrast to their shy and timid one when on stage. and even refers themseles as third person.
eventually Boombox found out about them when Coil rants about it, and eventually he somehow got a chance by sfoth to actually seen them behind the stage as both their true self and persona.
they got to talk about music and hang out a lot though which is fun and understandable and acceptable since boombox just accepts them for the way they are.
I'll Write the Melody, You Write the Words For Me
Internet Findings: Awwww, this is pretty cute actually! Love the singing bit as someone who LOVES to listen to music whenever she can. Hope this works out for you :) (btw the gear is the Electric Blue Guitar, and the person who helps is named Torch) [END SEARCH]
Playground is harsh, that's the most common voice of those who live in its boundaries.
You honestly could agree with those that spoke the more hardened voice of those who have fallen from the top of Splintered Skies, and landed in Craterdust Capital. That's what happened to you and many more who hit the rocky pavement, disoriented from the landing, wondering how someone given such awe inspiring power could turn her back away from those she ought to train for greatness. Now, with the encircling of the guards to keep those who wish to leave held back, there wasn't much you could do here except try and live your life the best you could.
The way you would hide into the shadows whenever trouble had the faintest of sparks, wishing to flee the scene before any of your fellow Playgrounders could stoke the flames and a fight would be brought out. A rinse and repeat for those who knew the game well, and you unfortunately had to play that game as a chess piece who'd rather just sit on the sidelines and watch the bigger teams brawl it out. Quite the conundrum, but who could really blame you?
So you did what you had to do, fish through the jobs of Craterdust and hope that didn't get any sort of spotlight turned towards you, the odd jobs taken just to make a quick amount of buxs sometimes (honestly, it was mostly all the time if you were being truthful) were a bit more... Taxing on some days the others, but what could you do?
One day at a time, as long as you were alive was the motto you came to fall back to.
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A few strums on the guitar you called your gear, voice low as it fluttered into the night.
Another bad day at one of the jobs you most frequented, a restaurant that prided itself as a resting area for weary Inphernals of Playground, the tired eyes that came through the front door was almost unbearable. You lost count after what felt like the thousandth person walked through those doors and had a distinct scowl on their face, palm flashing lowly as if just begging for someone to get into trouble with. Unfortunately that was one of the many things that conspired at your workplace, a shudder that masqueraded itself into a sigh escaping your lips.
A few more strums, breathing in deeply to let it release with the melodic tune of your guitar. The blue that colored it felt comforting in your palms, your sitting position on your bed becoming more and more natural to lean into as you got swept up in the rhythm. So much so, that your voice started to sing without you allowing it to.
Worries melting, your voice rose over the rumble of the guitar almost effortlessly, a concert for only you to hear and take silent pride in with each second that passed. If only you could stay here, let the world drift off as you chased the one thing that made you feel more at home when all seemed so shaky. Overwhelming was more like it, the notes you hit seemed to become more and more reflective of each thing you recounted, each little moment that weighed every single day.
You got so into it, you didn't even recognize the way your door clicked open and showed your roommate. She's one of the nicer ones down here, allowing you to crash at her place as long as you made some buxs for rent. Pretty good deal, not so good when they would barge into your room sometimes. "Did you just play that?" Torch looked more stunned at your abilities rather than the display of privacy they so willingly disregarded. Joking of course, but you did nod a bit hesitantly, wondering if maybe you should've been more quiet about your playing.
"Sickkkkkk, ya think I could record some of that 'tuning you got there? Voice is pretty fly, I know someone who could help out for it." Torch broke into a smile, trying to get you to accept the offer outstretched in your hands. You could do it, maybe if you got big enough then you'd finally be able to not deal with the more heart wrenching days at work, but... Gosh, the idea of people actually listening to the stuff you make, eyes on you in expectant want of another track, another day to maybe hit a local stage around here? That is if this could transpire to something more than a little pet project, you shrunk a bit at the idea.
Torch saw how your gear despawned, your eyes looking away as you said how you didn't know. It was just for fun and all, maybe you could still get by with Torch's and your own combined efforts? She pursed her lips and finally made her way through the door, their hands on their hips as they smiled to you. "Come onnnn, if anything you can still have some fun with it. If ya think I'm gonna let you out and never talk to ya again, dead wrong right there." Teasing a bit, you both have been decent enough friends for a while now, but there was some truth to that.
You breathed in and out, before your mouth spoke the words you didn't even give the permission to leave yet: you'll do it.
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A flash of color, before a poster was set up right where Coil was hanging out at.
Dark background, a face almost as noticeable as it was oh so slightly infuriating was on the screen as it promoted the newest concert from the rising star, you. Coil huffed, he's heard quite the number of compliments thrown your way about your sound, the electric guitar you played striking people to the core where even the more hardened Inphernal would quake over. Frankly, it all seemed so... Off to him, the adoration was met with equal parts of snide remarks from those who couldn't stand the newest face with the blue guitar, a mocking visage that wasn't even painted in the correct light of the beholder.
"... Ya believe any of this? Don't know if I should jus' hang out there to see or if it's a waste of time." Coil rolls his eyes, getting finished with his own rant to the green visored Inphernal in front of him. Boombox's eyes lit up with exclamations, before it settled into a more neutral expression in contemplation. Sure, you had some quirks about you, but there was something almost... Interesting about you that Boombox couldn't shake, he's heard some of your music before on his own time and he had to admit that it was nice.
Boombox mulled over Coil's words, before doing the same to his own in some attempt to try and quell the curiosity he had of you, wonder blending in with small admiration of the person you are on the stage. "C'mon, they can't be too bad right?" As general enough as it could get, Boombox smiled a bit as Coil crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance, "Pft, I just ain't buyin' it Boom." A wave off, Coil now going to a different topic instead of dwelling more and more on things he seems like he'd rather just leave as a passing rant.
Well, Boombox didn't leave it as a passing notion for him to walk away from.
Boombox found his way behind the stage of your concert days later, your voice resonating with the crowd in such a way that made his own palms feel warm. Maybe it was from soft feelings of how you're doing the thing he aspired to do himself? The wide scale of this crowd certainly was a feat not to be messed with, he could agree on that as much. Your energy was just purely infectious, it started to make him smile a bit wider, dare I say actually make it seem genuine after the more neutral beam he usually held on his face.
When you came back stage after the last note, Boombox couldn't help but pause, hand faltering as he saw you breathe, in and out as you muttered some words to yourself. Encouragement? It sounded like it, he squeezed his palms before he mustered up his own courage to talk. "Hey! That was a really nice performance out there, I gotta hand it to ya." Boombox thought he sounded just a bit too eager for this, looking as if he startled you when you jumped from surprise. You gave him a nervous glance, telling him thank you for that as your mind wandered to why he was even here. Boombox couldn't really blame you, it showed on your face how skeptical you were of this meeting as he stumbled to try and find the right words.
"I'm from that uh- the next couple of clubs over. I got a free way in as a way to enjoy the night on my break." Boombox gave a laugh, the edges of it sounding worried that maybe you would just think something different as he stammered again to explain more, "Sorry about the unexpected visit, I ain't tryin' to crash this I swear." Alright, now he should probably just be quiet.
A few moments of silence washed over you both, Boombox wondering if he should just leave now or stay in case you changed your mind, before you laughed a bit and let your guitar go to your side loosely, posture as relaxed as you tried to be. Tense was certainly a word for it, but nerves racked a bit of your mind as you glanced from your guitar to his own form, trying to form some words that could at least be friendly in nature. Honestly though, Boombox was just surprised at how shy you are outside of the performance.
Hmm, maybe there was something you both could get behind, he smiled at you and took the plunge first for talking.
"You know, that was some pretty good playing on your guitar!" He played? You questioned him with a glimmer in your eye, hearing him laugh as he shook his head, "Nahhh, I much prefer something more upbeat." A sparkle of light from his palm, before his own boombox appeared, a trickle of music flowing from it before Boombox turned the thing off. Oh! So that's why he seemed so interested in the more musical side of things, you smiled a bit wider and felt yourself get more and more comfortable with him.
Maybe you could see him after everything was said and done? You would have to approach him about that in a minute. For now though, you could still have this as a time to decompress before the next track you were set to play.
