Renee Rapp X Fem Reader Imagines

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Renee's pov:
"I'm not going to some stupid LA theater event," I said firmly, walking past my friend Towa, who was trailing me like a stubborn shadow through my condo. I kicked off my shoes by the door and made a beeline for the kitchen, the stress of the day already weighing on my shoulders. The last thing I wanted was to spend my night at some random show.

"Why not?" Towa whined, following close behind. Her curls bounced as she hopped up onto the kitchen counter, looking way too comfortable in my space, as usual. "Please! I'm the guitarist for this new singer, and she's performing there tonight. Renee, you have to hear her, man," she pleaded, her voice pitching higher than usual, a telltale sign she wasn't about to let this go easily.

I pulled a pack of strawberries from the fridge, opening the plastic and popping one into my mouth. The sweet taste exploded on my tongue, but it did little to ease the tension building at the thought of having to deal with a crowd. I chewed slowly, stalling for time. "I literally have to be up for filming tomorrow morning," I said with a sigh, swallowing the strawberry. "It's not like I can just blow that off for a random show."

Towa crossed her arms, her legs swinging back and forth as she watched me grab another strawberry. "Come on, listen to me. Would I ever steer you wrong?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I could see the gears turning in her head. She was gearing up to make a case, and knowing Towa, it was going to be a relentless one.

"Just listen to her," she continued, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Y/n is going to blow your mind. I'm not kidding. She's the kind of singer that has everyone in the audience either wanting to fuck her or fall in love with her. Or maybe both." She smirked, grabbing a strawberry from the pack like she owned the place, completely unbothered by my obvious reluctance.

I rolled my eyes, still half-expecting her to drop it. But this was Towa, and when she was this excited about something, there was no shaking her. "Okay, fine," I said finally, seeing no other way out. "How about this: I'll stay for one song. If I like it, maybe I'll stay for one more. If not, I'm out. Deal?"

Towa clapped her hands together, her grin widening. "Deal! And trust me, you'll stay for more than one. I'll tell Y/n to sing her little heart out, because you, my friend, are someone worth impressing."

I shot her a skeptical look, tossing the strawberry stem into the trash. "I better not regret this."
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By the time we arrived at the theater, I was already second-guessing my decision. The place was packed, buzzing with anticipation, the air thick with a mixture of excitement and the faint scent of spilled beer from the bar at the back of the room. A soft red glow lit the space, casting everything in a warm, almost intimate haze. I glanced around, my arms crossed over my chest, already feeling a little out of place among the excited crowd.

Towa led me through the throng of people, nodding to a few familiar faces along the way, but she was clearly focused on getting us to the front. As we weaved through the crowd, I found myself caught up in the atmosphere—the low hum of conversations, the clink of glasses, and the quiet anticipation that seemed to ripple through the room.

The theater's red hue washed over me like a wave as I stepped inside, the soft glow making everything feel intimate, almost surreal. Despite my reluctance, I was here. I could hear the low hum of conversation, see the flicker of excitement in the faces of the crowd, and smell the faint aroma of spiced drinks from the small bar tucked in the back corner. The space was smaller than I expected, cozy even, with rows of seats that stretched toward the stage, which was illuminated by muted spotlights.

I crossed my arms, casting a glance at Towa, who was already setting up with the rest of the band. Her wild curls bounced as she adjusted her guitar strap and exchanged easy smiles with the drummer and bassist. I hadn't realized how invested she was in this gig until now. She looked focused, comfortable, like she belonged up there. For a second, I regretted not taking more of an interest in her music lately.