Freak Scene [Jonny Greenwood x Fem Reader]

2: Heart Cooks Brain

     The dressing room door creaks open, alerting Colin to shut up and drop his brother as if fearing getting in trouble.
"Sorry mates, but you've been kicked out. This bar's bloke of a manager says he wants to close up early." A voice sounds from behind the door, eliciting disappointed groans from your new acquaintances.

"It's proper freezing out there, and we've got an interview!" Thom whines loudly, directing his attention to the unfamiliar man who now pokes his head through the door.

You turn to face him as well, giving the man a small nod in hopes that he won't continue his extraction process.
"I've told him that. He's not budging." The man (who you now assume is Radiohead's tour manager) sighs exhaustedly, dropping his head heavily into his hands.

"You can handle a bit of cold, eh?" You question playfully in a strange attempt at lifting everyone's spirits. It was unlike you to be optimistic, though you couldn't help but enjoy having positive thoughts for once. Thom quits sulking and turns his head to face you, a cheeky smile toying at the corner of his lips.
"Right. I reckon a cigarette will keep me warm." The blonde laments as he begins to zip up his jacket, imploring his peers to do the same.

'Thank you!' The tour manager mouths from his spot behind the door. You give him a shy smile in response, practically relishing in his gratitude.

Completely distracted by your newfound self-confidence, you fail to notice the band members begin to congregate around the door.
"Coming, Miss l/n..?" Ed questions gingerly, alerting your attention immediately.
"Erm- yeah." You chirp awkwardly in response, dropping the notebook and pen on the floor so you can focus on pulling your jacket over your shoulders.

Once fully enveloped in the warmth of your coat, you lean over to retrieve your supplies, grasping them tightly before rushing over to meet everyone else at the door.

     You smile at Ed as he gestures for you to step ahead, appreciating his small chivalrous act of holding the door.
"Sorry for earlier." He mutters as you pass.
"It's alright, really. Not the first time I've received a comment like that."

Ed looks confused at your response, his eyebrows furrowing tightly atop his forehead.
"Maybe I'll tell you later." You add, stifling a laugh as the look on his face fades to a more content one.
"Right, you are, Miss l/n. I'm looking forward to it."

     The outside of the bar is rather ominous. Only a few stray cars litter the parking lot, one of them being yours, which is currently illuminated by a soft yellow streetlight. There wasn't much to the exterior of this bar, save for a few picnic tables which looked less than inviting.

     By the time everyone's ready to be interviewed, they all have cigarettes resting either gently between their lips, or awkwardly jammed between the tips of their fingers.
"Yorke, you're up first." You state firmly, poking Thom's chest with your pen. He grins ferociously at this news, following you to the empty picnic table with his utmost pride.

"How long have you been on tour?" You question the blonde, who takes a long drag on his cigarette, seemingly thinking hard.
"Erm, I believe it's been about two months." He exhales, nodding to himself as a form of self-reassurance.

"Two months? Seems like a lot."
"It's gone by rather quickly, I'd say. Though it's far less glamorous than TV has made it out to be."
"How so?"

The subject of your question seems to surprise Thom, his back stiffens tightly and he has to close his eyes to think.
"Well." He starts, reopening his eyes and beginning to clear his throat.
"...I've found that it's quite boring." This statement is followed by a short laugh, causing you to smile slightly as you hastily jot down keywords in your notebook.