✨ 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺 ✨ [NSR x reader]

✧ ELECTROROCK ✧

anyways here's wonderwall

i imagine the cover above as (Y/N)'s theme! Fami makes tons of mad covers, i really recommend checking them out <3

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"Then you promise me you're really okay?"

"I'm okay, Tati. Better than ever. Promise! I'm gonna take down Bunk Bed Junction today." You declared over the phone. Tatiana finally decided to give you a call after Eve told her what happened last night.

"They're far worse than I've ever imagined, I cannot believe what's happening right now," She sighed. "I must leave (Y/N), best of luck to you."

With that, the line went silent.

Though your concert wasn't until 8 tonight, all the stress gave you a splitting headache. You were the last artist. Everything fell to you. If you failed, what image would NSR have?

Downing some pills with cold brew, you gasped after you finished it in two gulps, slamming the poor mug on the table.

"Shit!" Your fists pounded onto the table, making everything on it go flying. Grabbing your last pancake with your bare hand, you angrily bit into it as you stomped upstairs to your messy room, plugging your bass in and going wild. Somehow more savage than last session.

Playing every. Single. Song you picked up in your life, you played until you were sweating bullets. But your fingers were fine this time, taking Eve's advice to wear a protective glove.

Jumping and pounding onto your floor, blasting your speaker at full volume and screaming at the top of your lungs at times, the entirety of (D/N) must have heard you playing from your house in the sky. Not that they or you minded.

Playing until the afternoon, skipping lunch, your muscles screamed and your throat ached for water, but you felt exhilarated, huffing and grinning for the first time that day. You felt good. Great, even.

Yeah, you were ready.

After a good dinner and a rest, you showed up to Dynamite Stage with (P/N), 3 hours before your performance. There were still things to do and finish.

Everyone backstage rushed around, finalizing everything. Security was triple tonight .

As you walked in, they instantly stopped what they were doing to cheer you in. You smiled as they continued with their work, then being pulled away by your makeup team.

Thrown into a makeup chair for a second time this week, you weren't annoyed by it this time. Instead delighted as you made small talk with the people touching your face, (P/N) munching on their biscuits and watching curiously.

"All done!" They squealed as you peered into the mirror. Bold and sparkly (F/C) eyeshadow, glitter on your cheeks, clear skin, you were astounded.

"This looks unreal! In a really good way!" You laughed and high-fived one of the artists. "Thank you so much!"

Still a long way to go as a hairdresser took over.

"Whatcha thinkin, (S/N)?"

"Honestly? Your choice. Make it wild."

The hairdresser's eyes sparkled as they started their work, brushing, curling, even temporarily dying.

"It'll come off in the shower."

Finishing their work, you marveled at the hairdresser's skill. Ironed and curl in all the right places, your head felt light and refreshed. Even a white streak on the side!