2D x Reader - Russel's sister

Chapter 4: So you think you have talent

*The next morning you walk downstairs and everyone was still downstairs. You decide to make breakfast despite being the only one awake. You grab the instant pancake mix from the cabinet and quickly make pancake batter. You added some chocolate chips left over from last night to the batter. You poured a somewhat symmetrical circle of batter in the the hot pan on the stove top. The smell of breakfast woke up everyone. Everyone rushed downstairs to grab a plate. Everything was going well until Murdoc took a bite of his stack of pancakes. He immediately spit them out and started throwing a fit. There goes your morning*

Murdoc: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?  CHOCOLATE, WHO WOULD EVER PUT THIS IN PANCAKES!!!!

Russell: Ay yo Murdoc chill *he was interrupted by you*

You: You know you don't have to eat it. I made breakfast out of the goodness of my heart it was actually your turn to make breakfast, but you got plastered last night....You get plastered just about every other day.

Murdoc: Well, that is none of your business. I don't know what it means to you. You are not even a member of this band, you're just a house guest that has no purpose or talent. You think you are Ms. Perfect walking around here like you own the place. Well, newsflash sweetheart you are just another fan girl that was lucky enough to be related to a band member.

You: ...I have talent

Murdoc: Oh *he laughs a little* oh really, love, you think that you have talent? Oh that's cute. Quite adorable

Russell: *stands up at the table, making the table shift* Murdoc just leave her alone already, aight?

You: I have nothing to prove to you. * you go to your room and sit on your bed*

*The room fell silent.*

Russell: *slams his fist on the table breaking the table into piece. Everyone's breakfast fall to the floor and the plates shatter. * dude that's my sister, man. She has been nothing but hospitable to you and you treat her like that.

Murdoc: She tried to kill me.

Russell: *grabs Murdoc by the shirt collar and lifting him* How about I try?

*2D and Noodle walk up to Russell trying to calm him*

Noodle: *she tucked her at the bottom of his shirt with a frown on her face. Russell looks down at her.*

2D: Come on Russell. Murdoc probably didn't really mean it.

*Russell lets go of Murdoc and walks off to your room to see how you are doing. You were at your desk watching old videos of yourself singing at holiday pageants and school plays. You hear a knock at the door*

You: Who is it?

Russell: It's me

*You open the door and Russell comes in and sits down on your bed.*

Russell: How are you feeling?

You: I'm fine *you fold your arms and sit down* I have nothing to prove to him or anyone else.

Russell: I know I know, but I know you have aspirations of being a singer.

You: Russell, no matter where I go, no matter what I do it will never be good enough to get a label to sign me.

Russell: That's not true. You have me to help you.

You: Russell.. while I appreciate that you would help me. I want to do this on my own. I want to work for it. If I ever get famous and I am at an interview and they ask me how I got famous. I don't want my answer to be because of my famous brother. I need to do this one thing myself, Russ.

Russell: *sighs* but you have been trying for years

You: well I'm still young. I still have time and I will keep trying for more years. Besides if Murdoc knew that I had any sort of talent he would probably try to cash in on it. I want my music to be transcendent. I want to get people thinking, I want to be...

Russell: Want to be what?

You: I want... to make music like the Gorillaz.

Russell: But like you said that if Murdoc learns that  you're musically gifted he is going to try to exploit that.

You: I know. I'll figure things out. I am suppose to have an audition tomorrow at a lucrative restaurant as a lounge singer.

Russell: You could do better. Oh come on. Just let me help.

You: No, Russell and that is final. I love you, I really do but I have to find my own way. I know all you want to do is help but everyone has to start somewhere in order to get anywhere.

Russell: I understand. *he looks down* I'll leave you alone.

You: Russell I didn't mean to hurt you.

Russell: *he walks to your door.* I know *he leaves*

You: *sighs and lay your head on the desk and just sitting there.*

*After thirty minutes of sitting alone there was another knock at your door.*

You: Come in

*2D comes in*

You: Oh hey D

2D: Do you feel bet'er?

You: Yea, you forget you're talking to a New York girl. I talk to people like Murdoc everyday. *you faked a smile towards 2D*

2D: But no matter how many people you meet like that it still hurts.

You: 2D, I've heard it all before. Murdoc is somewhat right. I have no talent, at least nothing that makes me unique. Do you know how many people are out there struggling to become a singer or an actor ? I am no more talented than anyone else with the same dream. I am just another cookie on the cookie sheet.

2D: That can't be true. Russell is an astounding drummer. I refuse to believe that someone related to Russell doesn't have some kind of unique musical talent.

You: Well, technically we are step siblings. I mean I'm not a crappy singer, I'm decent at best.

2D: Well I didn't become a great singer over night eit'fer. You have to believe in yourself, and..and you have to keep tryin.

You: I've been doing that for years, but I haven't gotten a break yet.

2D: Haven't you asked Russell for help?

You: I want to do this myself 2D.  Before Russell, left New York he use to beat up my bullies and ex-boyfriends . Russell was always there for me and i wouldn't have to worry about anything. He was not just my stepbrother but he was also my best friend. I told him all my problems. *you smirked to yourself*

2D: wow, you f'wo sounded close. Whatever 'appened?

You: I rather not talk about it.

2D: I understan. I am curious are you a singer?

You: well yes but I want to be an artist. I know that's cheesy but I don't just want to sing I want to create art.

2D: I'm somewhat confused, how are you going to do f'at.

You: I'm still working on some audio/visual stuff but I haven't found my sound or aesthetic.

2D: your what?

You: The thing that makes me unique as a performer.

2D: I could try to help.

You: I couldn't ask that of you 

2D: You didn't offer.

You: *sighs* ok