Your Star (Vox x reader)

9

I step off the elevator, instantly being met with the chaotic environment around me. I stand still as people scurry about, shouting back and forth amongst each other. I'd never imagined broadcasting to be this hectic. Despite the mayhem, having had a good night's sleep and a large cup of caffeine, I'm prepared more than ever for this interview.

Walking further into the room, I notice the set in the background. A small smile creeps onto my lips as I realize it's one of my designs, and I can't help but admire seeing it in person for the first time. After getting distracted, I shake my head a bit to refocus myself. My eyes scan the room for a certain someone, though I only find his absence. Vox suggested that I arrive a half hour early, so I did. I assumed he'd be here by now as well, considering this is his news broadcast.

As if my thoughts were read, his voice reaches my ears. "I'm surprised you're here already." 

My body whips around, and I observe his figure— he stands with a straightened posture, his arms folded behind his back. "You said I should get here early."

"Still, I didn't think you would." He shrugs his shoulders. "Then again, you do everything you're told." He laughs to himself.

I narrow my eyes, getting slightly heated up by his comment. "It's called doing my job."

"Then, keep at it, sweetheart, you're doing fantastic," he comments, his words brim-filled with mockery.

I ignore his immature antics. "Don't you have a job to be doing right now?"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about a thing. I've got it all handled," he responds with a smug grin. "My job is interviewing you. I have employees for the rest."

I nod, still annoyed with his attitude. "Okay, so, why did you want to interview me again? I find it hard to believe that the reason was of good intentions."

"Ouch! That hurt." Sarcasm underlies his tone as he laughs a bit. "But nah, I just wanted to piss you off."

My eye twitches involuntarily as I listen to him. "Yeah, well, you tend to do that every time we talk."

He chuckles at my words. "You're just incredibly easy to piss off."

I roll my eyes, finding myself wanting to leave before the interview has even started. But, I'm not about to let someone as irritating as Vox ruin this for me. I take a small breath in before speaking. "When are we starting?"

He drops the teasing for a minute, checking the time. "5 minutes. We should get mic'd up now. Follow me," he says in a serious manner, completely switching his mood.

He leads me over to the desk in the center of the room where a demon stands, unraveling the cords of two microphones. He swiftly hooks one of them onto the collar of Vox's suit and then hooks the identical one onto my shirt. I quickly adjust the mic, fiddling around with it a bit until I figure that it's fine how it is. The two of us sit behind the desk, and I watch Vox pick up some sheets of paper, which I assume to be the script. 

I lean my head over to get a glimpse of what he has in store for the next half hour or so, but he quickly holds it away. "You'll find out in a minute."

I draw back, not bothering to argue since I know well enough that he's far too stubborn to even consider changing his mind. I notice the crew finally settling behind the camera, out of sight as it focuses on Vox and me alone. My heart begins to pick up its pace as everyone quiets down, and I'm almost certain that Vox can hear my deep breaths. I snap back into reality when the cameraman speaks, "We're live in 10, 9, 8..."

By the time he reaches 1, Vox is sitting upright in his chair with a brighter grin than normal stretching across his face. "Good morning sinners! It's another great day to be dead, as today I have some rousing news for you. I'm here with y/n, the designer of my dear friend, Velvette, whose new clothing line has just been released. That said, let me be the first to congratulate you on that. It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiles through the irony of his last sentence.