Sammy Lawrence x Reader OneShot (Fluff)

Music Sheets

Note: Reader is a Female, or if you choose, is just really feminine.

Warning: There are swears; if you feel uncomfortable with swears, then don't read it or overlook them.

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Your name was Y/N, Y/N L/N. You were a creative director, which meant you've been into multiple jobs of creativity as creative director. You've always had a fast pace and always looked for more opportunities to jump at you. Despite being a woman in the 1900s, it never slowed you down to keep moving forward. Which is why Joey Drew picked you as a back-up director for the many departments in Joey Drew Studios. Joey Drew always had a knack for picking talented people, though his dreams of big ideas kind of got in the way of leadership.

You knew many of the people working under Joey Drew either feared him, or were uneased by him. Not you, you could stand in front of Joey Drew without having to flinch. His aura of demanding respect rivaled with yours. While you had the same aura, yours came with a tint of reassurance and protectiveness. Growing up in a big family under a small roof, while having to work every day to feed your family made you a strong woman. You knew how to gain respect, without having to put the effort, as your mama, auntie, and grandmama showed you the ways of gaining respect as a woman, but also as an individual.

You gained your toughness and rough edge by your papa and grandpapa, learning how to control heavy situations and making sure nobody pushed you around. With you, more men came attracted to you with not by a fiery temper, but by the hard work you put into your duties as a woman. You didn't necessarily were rough with others or tough-talked, but more so on how you handled things in an iron-grip, but still being aware and giving controls to others.

With having many siblings, older and younger, you gained the ability of sisterly and motherly protectiveness. You've grown to deeply care for your siblings, and you took no tolerance having others harm them in any way. Either by a threat that's nonverbal or verbal, you seemed to cross the message quite quickly and easily. The friends you've grown up with know you as a caretaker, but with a rough edge.

However, after working under Joey Drew Studios, going back and forth to different departments as an extra hand, you definitely can say Joey Drew has no exact clue to whatever he's doing.

Walking into the Music Department, you noticed that Sammy was once more stressed and on edge. You walked over, making sure he knew your presence, and stood beside him. "Sammy? Everything alright?" You asked, resting a hand on your hip. Sammy turned to you and gave you a tight smile, razor sharp. "Just peachy," Sammy said, a hand up in his messy blond hair, while the other gripping tightly to a music sheet of paper.

You looked over the music sheet in his hand, noticing a few changes were made the last time you looked. "Another rewrite I see?" You shook your head in disbelief. "It's not my fault my work doesn't appease Joey. He just gives them an overlook and just says, 'We need to think bigger! We can't go slack in our music, we have a reputation to uphold.' Well reputation my ASS if I have to keep making rewrites over and over on the same DAMN music for just ONE episode." You huffed in agreement.

"Say, where's the other old music sheet, the one that wasn't rewritten?" You asked. Sammy looked over to you, jabbing a thumb to the direction of his office. "It's back in my office, didn't want to give it to Joey just for him to ruin it with his ridiculous writing all over the paper." You nodded before asking, "May I see that for a moment?" Sammy shrugged. "Go ahead."

You took the music sheets of paper out of his hand. You read over each piece with importance, knowing just which piece played for each part of the episode. You've been a helper in your private school with the music. Helping the music teacher and learning the importance and art of music. You did this even when you went to other schools, meeting knew teachers and asking private lessons to teach you into the arts of music. While you weren't a professional, you've done more than what an amateur would. You did this process the same with other subjects, such as art, fashion, gaming, film, design, and many more.

You remember a few bits from the original that you would've preferred to have stayed in. As you were passing the papers back to Sammy, you got an idea. "Tell you what. You continue making changes with the rewrite, but when you, the band, and Norman take the shot, remember to do it again with the original one, that way we have two shoots of the original and remake."

Sammy thought over it with a frown. "Wouldn't that be a bit suspicious?" You shook your head. "Not if everyone thinks that Joey wanted an extra in case things came overdue with the deadline." Sammy quirked a smirk at you. "Very clever, but what if Joey finds out?" You waved Sammy off with your free hand. "Just some miscommunication then. Though really, I don't think he'll pay enough attention to it; he's always thinking of new ideas, so he has a tendency to overlook things for the, 'bigger picture,'" as you say this, you bring your hand to quote the, 'bigger picture.'

Sammy laughed, though it wasn't his usual sarcastic laughs, it was his genuine laugh. "I guess Joey did one right though." "Oh, and what would that be?" You asked. Sammy rested his hand on your upper-arm. "Bringing you here in this hell. Doesn't seem this place can get any brighter without you." You smiled at him, then shook off his hand from your arm. "Hey now, don't go all soft and sappy with me, or else you'll lose your touch," You said with a teasing smile.

"Oh yes, I can't lose my touch of my grouchy ass-ness that I can bark and bite with." You both laughed, even earning a hearty laugh from the projectionist booth. You glance you to see Norman smiling down at you two, amusement in his old grey eyes. You look back to the now smiling Sammy, resting your hand on his shoulder. "Well, got to go check with the other departments. I'll be here once more to check in with you, okay?" Sammy nodded. With that, you left the music department going onto your next mission.

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