Imagine...: The Bruno Mars Imagines

"Making Music" (Funny/Dirty Imagine)

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Cam's POV

It's another Friday night at the instrument shop. Same old long ass hours, same old tired ass people, same old tired... ass... JOB. The only reason I'm even working here is because my dad knows these people—even this old tired ass twat named Jay who keeps trying to hit on me... But I ain't havin' that.

It's 10pm, almost an hour and a half before closing time. I'm cleaning some of the instruments when I feel like someone is behind me. Without even thinking, I took one of the guitars and quickly turned around. Of course it was Jay, but I had the instrument in my hand nice and tight just in case he tried something stupid.

"Whoa, chill Baby!" Jay says with his hands up laughing.

"First off, I'm not your baby," I said in a stern tone, "And secondly, don't EVER creep up on me like that again... unless you really want to feel the music"—I was gesturing to the guitar in my hand.

"Now why you gotta be like that Cam," he says calmly, "I'm just admiring a beautiful masterpiece..."

"Well your ass better admire from afar," I clapped back. "Leave me alone, Jay. I don't want you, so stop wasting your time". He then smacks his lips.

"Man, whatever..." he says as he walks away. I then hear him say "Fat ass bitch" under his stank ass breath...

I know for a FACT he doesn't think that I'm just gonna let him say whatever he wants about me... Oh no—not today!

Luckily, he was standing by a really big shelf full of vinyls that was right behind be. As he was going through his phone, I happily pushed the shelf and ran as the records fell on top of him. I went back to cleaning the instruments as if nothing happened, and then the manager came in.

"JAY!!!" my manager exclaimed, "This is the third time this month I've put up with your foolishness!"

"Uggghhhh..." Jay mumbled. I quietly giggled because he was moaning in pain. Who's the fat bitch now?

"But it was my—"

"I don't want to hear it!" my manager interrupted. "Get your shit—you're FIRED!" He then stormed into his office and slammed the door. After Jay eventually got up, he had his hands on his head and back as he limped his way out the door.

"This is some bullshit..." he said before he went outside.

-Part 2??-

<This story is an original by Precious A. Moore aka @PeculiarPrecious14.
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