"Oh, hey, folks!" Y/N called, waving her hands like a professional street performer. "Go online and check out our band, Mad Hart! The Round-Up's Anniversary Show is this Friday, and whatever band has the most followers gets to perform!"
Amy bounced on her heels beside her, holding a stack of flyers. "So, if you like us, give us a follow!"
A few customers glanced up, some curious, some annoyed. One man muttered, "I'll take that as a no," and turned back to his food.
"Follow us, or you don't get your food back," Amy joked, nudging Y/N. She held back a laugh when a phone beeped as someone actually opened the band's page. "Enjoy your meal," Y/N added, giving the tiniest bow.
Amy whispered, "You can't be aggressive with the customers."
"Why not? It's working better than your method," Y/N whispered back, raising her eyebrows. "We just have to find a way to get these people to follow us."
"Oh! Maybe I could just turn up the friendly," Amy suggested, smiling wide and waving at a table of confused diners.
Before Y/N could respond, a familiar voice cut through. "Oh. Hi! Wanna check out our—"
"Gem!" Y/N groaned as Gemma swaggered in, perfectly dressed, hair glinting in the overhead lights.
"Flyers. Cute," Gemma said with a smirk. "But I already have way more followers, so you're wasting your time. Not that I don't enjoy stepping on your faces."
"Who hurt you?" Y/N muttered under her breath.
Gemma continued, totally ignoring her. "I'm already up to a thousand followers. My parents chartered a plane to fly a banner with the link to my music video. And then tomorrow, we've got a skywriter. I'm gonna own the sky! Later, haters." She flipped her hair and walked off, leaving Y/N and Amy flabbergasted.
"How many followers do we have now?" Y/N asked Hartley, who had just wandered over, notebook in hand.
"Oh... well, we started the day at fifty-two, and we're ending the day at fifty-one," Hartley muttered. "Amy, you and Y/N have to take your soliciting outside. Customers are complaining. Plus, someone's gonna have to clean all this up, and there's a 100% chance that someone will be me."
"Oh, well... in that case..." Amy trailed off, realizing she'd just set herself up.
Hartley let out a long sigh. "Come on, out you go."
"Can you at least kick out Gem, too?" Y/N asked, frustrated.
"Wait, Gem is here?" Hartley said, tilting her head. "Have you seen her music video?"
"No, and why would I?" Y/N said.
"Okay, before you get mad, I meant to hate-watch it, but then I forgot to hate it. So I guess I like-watched it. I also may have followed her," Hartley admitted sheepishly.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I think I solved our problem. We should make a music video. We're way better singers than Gem."
Y/N chewed her lip. "I don't know... her video was really good."
"Yeah? Well, ours will be better," Amy said confidently. "She had pyrotechnics and special effects. I don't see how it can be topped."
Hartley glanced at the sky, frowning. "Heads-up, everyone."
An airplane engine roared above, and a massive banner unfurled in the sky: GEM AIR DOMINATES! FOLLOW NOW! The patrons cheered, and Y/N and Amy groaned in unison.
"What do you know," Y/N muttered, clapping her hands dramatically. "She topped it."
"We're not done yet," Amy said, grabbing Y/N's arm. "We just need to be smarter. And faster. And maybe sneak in some pyrotechnics too."
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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, COLBY MADDEN
FanfictionY/N's heart skipped as she spotted Colby across the crowded hallway-just like old times, reckless and untamed. "Didn't think I'd see you here again," Colby said with a crooked smile, the past hanging heavy between them. After years apart, Y/N never...
