A Working Progress- Gracie Abrams

Studio Feels

Y/N POV-

The next morning you had awoken with your headphones playing a completely different genre of music than you were listening to the night before. Your morning routine had felt rushed as you had a busy schedule today and also had to make time for Nick as he got stuck filming late last night.

You rushed out of your house as people on the street recognized you with each step you took. Fans rushed over, and as horrible as you felt, you gave them the time you once needed from your idols a year ago. You were never one to disappoint nor take your supporters for granted; you enjoyed their attention as it gave an indication of how many lives you had touched.

You soon made it to the building where costume designs awaited your presence. Each outfit looked like it was from the capital in The Hunger Games.

"Not happening. I'll look like Effie fucking Trinket," you declared, dropping your bags in a huff as you eyed the colorful designs.

"Y/n! Please. Be more embracive," Your manager snapped a warning look at you as he walked over to greet you.

"Last time I wore something like this was when I was 6 playing tea party with my dad," You exclaimed, scrunching your nose at one of the dresses.

"I don't care. You got to try it once. Your stylist, Julie, will talk you through the idea of each look once you have it on," James explained, gesturing to your stylist.

You groaned before people began pulling you behind a curtain and waiting for you to stripe. You slide on the dress, being delicate around the jewels that dangled. You struggled to enjoy the bright vibrant colors that battled to complement your features. You miserably walked out, revealing yourself to the team.

"Oh come on, give me a smile! You look pretty." Your manager giggled slightly.

"No." You frowned grumply.

"You're not gonna look pretty if you make a face like that," he walked over to you.

"I don't want to look pretty, I want to look hot," you revealed in a whining tone.

"I do have an idea..." Your manager thinks for a moment before whispering to one of the lead stylists. The two nodded in agreement before she started sketching something up.

"Try the others on just in case, while we organise something for you" he forms a cheeky grin.

"Just in case or for your amusement?" You lifted an eyebrow, your mouth twitching into a small smirk.

"That's a dumb question..."

After outfit try-on and doing a meet and greet, you made your way to organize the recording studio that your manager had booked for you and Gracie. You wanted to settle and get a feel of it before she arrived so you were able to adjust to it properly.

You opened the door, revealing a small room, filled with equipment such as headphones, instruments, a large whiteboard, and a couch. Your fingers danced along the wooden wall, taking in the place and breathing in the scent.
The place was comforting and cozy, which was a good sign for you. You always needed a place that felt familiar to sing to the best of your abilities.

You sat down on the couch and pulled out your notebook, your mind racing with thoughts, yet no lyrics. Usually, lyrics would find you, but recently the struggle to find anything remotely musical was becoming overwhelming. You tapped your pen against the empty paper, waiting, searching.
You sat for almost an hour trying to figure out anything at all but your mind was lost.

Time had passed without your knowledge. As you sat quietly in your own space, your phone started buzzing. You glanced down, your eyes widening as you read your texts. It was your boyfriend, Nick, who seemed to be somewhat mad at you. You hadn't texted him that you weren't coming home yet, and Nick had let his insecurities get the better of him.