Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Finesse pt. 4

He wakes to sunlight streaking into his bedroom through a gap between the sheer and blackout curtains. He peels himself up out of bed, and runs his hand over his messy head of dark curls. As last nights events playback in his mind, a smile sweeps across his face. He picks up his phone, opens his text logs and begins typing a message.

Bruno: Good morning Y/N, hope you slept well. So you've heard me sing for yourself, what's the verdict?

He sets his phone aside then, stands and walks about his room getting ready to go out. At then end of it all, he finds himself wearing a light grey tank top under a khaki olive button down with black jeans and his old pair of classic high top Converse. He runs his hands over his hair a few times, pulls his crucifix out of his shirt and puts his Rolex on then he stands in the mirror for a moment before he heads downstairs. After taking Geronimo out for a quick walk, Bruno comes back inside and starts on a small breakfast. While he waits for the pan to get hot, he starts to write anther text to send to you but, he ends up deleting everything he wrote. He sets his phone aside and tries to direct his attention back to the task at hand.

She's probably still asleep. She'll text when she's up, right?

He is just about to take the Spam out of the pan when, his phone starts ringing. He answers it, places it between his ear and his shoulder then and continues cooking.

"Morning B," Phil says greeting him.

"Hey."

"You comin' in so I can so we can brainstorm for the show right?"

"Yeah, I'll be in in twenty."

"Aight, cool. See you then."

"Yeah," Bruno pauses unintentionally but quickly recovers concluding the conversation. "Bye."

"B?"

"Yeah?"

"You good? Sounds like you've got something on your mind."

"I--I'll tell you when we get to the studio."

"Alright, Bye." With his eggs and Spam cooked, he sits down with a his plate and glass of orange juice and eats. He makes a call for a ride and when it arrives, he is chauffeured to the studio. When he arrives, Phil is already in their usual room, seated in the arm chair scrolling through his phone. He stands, daps Bruno then they both take a seat.

"What do you wanna do first?"

"You have any ideas for what to do after the set?" Bruno asks. "Pickup lines, a mashup a couple of jokes?"

"Mashup," Phil replies. "I have a couple ideas if you'll step in the both with me for a minute." Bruno and Phil step inside, get ready at their mics and the sound-mixer sits outside ready, to give input at a moments notice. They sing a few songs, mash a few up and laugh at the ways they come up with to tie two songs together. They come up with yet another combination and after a few minutes of trying different ideas, they seem to agree on a single approach. As the mixer works to get their sound in check, he pauses the track gaining a look of confusion from the guys in the booth.

"What's up?" Bruno asks sliding the headphones down from his ears to his neck.

"You're phone is ringing."

"It's cool I can take it later. We really need to get this right," Bruno replies in a slightly irritated tone.

"I tried to ignore it but, this is the third time it's starting ring. It might be something important." Bruno sets the headphones down then walks out in to the lounge room to answer his phone. He doesn't recognize the number.