[Sal Fisher x FemReader] - Chaotic Melody

𝟙𝟞. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

Who's to say we can't do this right now?
Who's to say we can't be sayin' what we thinkin' out loud?
What's the worst thought you've ever had?
Wish that you could take it back?
Wish that you were naked?
Strip it down, let's get naked

As Ashley and I went through our morning routine, the anticipation of the upcoming interview gnawed at the edges of my mind. Despite my excitement for the opportunity, a nagging sense of nervousness lingered beneath the surface.

"Are you feeling okay about the interview?" Ashley asked, glancing over at me as we sat down for breakfast.

I nodded, trying to muster up some confidence. "Yeah, I think so. It's just... nerve-wracking, you know?"

Ashley smiled reassuringly. "You'll do great, Y/N. Just be yourself and let your passion for music shine through."

As Ashley and I arrived at the building where we were supposed to meet Larry and Sal, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. I smoothed down my outfit nervously, hoping that I looked presentable for the occasion.

"Are you ready for this?" Ashley asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

I nodded, trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, mustering up a smile.

A/N: THE FIT FOR INTERVIEW HAHAAA ♥

Together, we made our way inside the building, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. As we reached the designated meeting spot, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through me. Ashley smiled at me, and tried to calm me a little.

Then we finally found everyone. 

"Hey, there you two are!" Larry's voice rang out as he approached us, a warm smile on his face. "You guys ready to rock this interview?"

I nodded, my nerves slowly beginning to ebb away in the presence of my friends. "Yeah, let's do this," I replied, mustering up a sense of determination.

Just then, Sal emerged from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he joined us. There was a tense silence that hung between us, a palpable reminder of the lingering tension that had been simmering beneath the surface in recent days.

The memory of the hickey that Sal had left on my neck still burned with indignation, fueling the simmering anger that had taken root within me. Despite my attempts to push it aside, the frustration lingered, a constant reminder of Sal's careless actions.

They were both wearing matching sweatshirts, it was cute. They had a black Måneskin hoodie, they both had black jeans, Sal had holes on his knees again. Larry's hair was nicely groomed, it was ironed and shiny. Sal was the same way, his slightly shorter blue shiny hair flowing along his neck just below his shoulders.