Omaha Squad Preferences and Imagines

#1 - how you meet

Nate
You walked into the studio and immediately heard the sounds of someone working hard on music. It was your first time being here, so you were curious and wanted to check it out. You walked in the room that the noise was in and sat quietly.
There was only one guy in there and he was too busy focusing on lyrics to notice your presence.
"Fuck this, " he said, throwing the papers he had and putting his head in his hands.
You decided to make your presence known by loudly clearing your throat and walking towards him. He lifted his head and raised his eyebrow, probably wondering who you were.
"I heard your struggle when I came in, " you said.
"Sorry about that; I've had a long day. "
"Yeah, I've been there. (Y/N)," you said putting your hand out for him to shake. "I just started here at this studio. "
"Nate,"he said, shaking your hand, with a smile.
He gestured for you to sit next to him and you did, after you picked up his papers.
"These your lyrics?" you asked, looking them over.
"Yeah, but they're no good," Nate stated.
"I don't see anything wrong with them."
"Really? "
"Yes, but you should make it a collab or shorten it because you have a lot going on right here. "
He looked it over.
"Do you rap? "
"Yes. "
"Do it with me."

Jack G
You and your friends wanted to play a game of basketball, so you guys walked down to the local court, that was usually empty.
When you got there it wasn't empty, there were already some guys there.
"Do you guys mind playing half court? "
You had to ask and do all the talking because you were the most confident in your group.
You smiled politely and waited for an answer.
"You play basketball? "one of the guys asked.
You looked down at your basketball shorts and tank tops, thinking it was enough evidence that should show you played basketball. Sighing, you grabbed the ball you had and shot it from where you were standing, making it.
The boy who asked if you played smiled at you.
"Well I guess you can play. I'm Jack, " he said, tossing your ball back to you.
"(Y/N). Are you guys going to move or what? "you asked impatiently.
"How about we play together? " Jack suggested.
You shrugged your shoulders and looked at your friends. Of course they agreed to play with the cute boys. You threw your basketball at a Jack and smirked.
"Let's play. "

Sammy
You were auditioning for a music video for a some Hip Hop artist. You wanted to dance in it.
There were many different girls there, but you still thought you had a chance of being in it.
During the audition you did your best routine, but the people watching said they were looking for "something different". More like someone.
You politely smiled, collected your things, and left. When you walked outside you let your anger out, by throwing your things and kicking them away.
"Hey, you shouldn't be doing that, " someone said, walking over to you.
"And you shouldn't be telling me what to do," you sassed.
The guy smiled at you.
"Hey, I just saw you. "
"What?"you asked, but then you started to recognize him.
He was one of the people judging during the audition. The audition that rejected you.
"Oh, let me guess you were all for someone different," you smiled.
"Actually no. I liked you (Y/N); you were really great ," he smiled.
"How do you know my name? "
"It was on the form you turned in," he laughed. "I'm Sam, by the way. "
"Oh. Well if I was so good why didn't you guys want me?" you questioned.
"We had something different in mind and I wanted to tell you the news. We want you to dance for us on tour, " Sam said.
"Really? "
"Yes, really. "

Jack J
You were at the park working on some music because it relaxed you and made the music better. When you felt like you had everything, you gathered your things and started to walk home.
You weren't paying attention because you were too proud of what you had written and couldn't wait to produce it. You smiled to yourself as you walked.
Then you bumped into something, which was more like someone. All of your hard work fell and flew away.
"No, no, no! " you shouted, salvaging the papers that were still there. You groaned and threw papers because you couldn't do anything with those.
"I'm so sorry, "said the person you bumped into.
You looked at the person and immediately felt bad. It was a boy and he was cute, but also confused to what you had just lost.
"It's fine; it was all my fault, "you said.
"I'm still sorry," he said.
"And it's still fine, "you giggled.
"I'm Jack and if you don't mind me asking what were those papers? "
"(Y/N) and those were my lyrics. I sing. "
"Now I'm even sorrier," Jack groaned.
"Why's that? "
"I also write music and I know how important it can be and to take that away from a pretty girl like you makes it hurt even more," he rubbed his face with his hands.
Luckily his face was in his hands because your face had turned a different color.
"It's fine. "

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