Johnny x reader Sing

Chapter 2

A/n: Buster as a child is adorable! ^

Word count- 1843 words

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Your POV

'What a weird dream', I thought to myself as I stretched my arms and legs just like I do every morning. I opened my eyes. I sat up quickly realizing that I was in an unfamiliar place, 'Not a dream!' My mind screamed. Memories flooded my brain, memories from last night.

I slowly got out of bed and opened the door of the room I was sleeping in. I walked down the stairs of the small house. As I go father down the wooden stairs, the sound of humming got louder. I turned the corner to see Ash making some breakfast.

"Oh hey, (y/n)." She said, turning to me.

"H-hey Ash!" I said, looking around the small kitchen.

"I'm making some pancakes, they'll be ready soon." She said, turning back around.

I leave the kitchen and look around the house. I find a messy room full of music, the same electric guitar case as yesterday, pens, paper and pencils.

"I know it's messy, but it's where I write most of my music." I heard Ash walk up behind me.

"Is that what you do in the Theater, sing?" I ask.

"Yeah, we all do." She said, putting some papers in a folder.

I walk over to the window. I peer outside and look at the now fully awake busy city. Animals of all shapes, colors and sizes walk the streets, fly in the sky and drive cars. I grin at the sight 'This is so cool'.

I turn around to see Ash carrying a plate of pancakes. 'Oh my gosh I haven't had pancakes in forever... or have had food', My grumbling stomach adds.

"Here, you seem hungry." She said, handing the plate to me.

I sit down staring at the delicious pancakes. I quickly eat them all making sure to get my fill.

"Come on let's go to the Theater." Ash said, opening the door for me.

As we walked to the Theater I got many confused stares. 'Just keep walking', I told myself.

Finally, after a while of getting stared at, we arrived at the Moon Theater.

"Hey guys! (y/n), how are you?" Buster asked me.

"Oh, I'm okay." I said.

"Do you have any clothes she can borrow?" Ash asks, gestering to my strange white gown.

"Probably! Follow me, (y/n)!" Buster said. He brought me to a room behind the curtain. We dug through boxes and the closet rail, finding some black shorts and an old tee-shirt that fit me. The outfit may not be that stylish but it's way better than my hospital gown.

"That's better." Ash said, looking at my new clothes.

"Sure is." I respond. I started to brushing my (h/l) (h/c) hair with a brush I found.