The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

37. The Boardwalk Date

~~~Your point of view~~~
It was Friday and you had a date with Damian after work. You woke up at your usual time, 5:00 AM and worked on your newest song, "Summer Sweetheart". It was about you and Damian during the summer, all the sweet, romantic things he did, and what you loved about it. You were working on the chorus when someone knocked on your door. "Y/n are you up?" Dick asked; you recognized his voice.
You opened up the door. "Morning Dick," you smiled.
"What time do you get off work?" He asked.
"From 1-2 PM. Then Damian and I are doing something at 5:30. Why?" you were curious about what he was trying to do.
"Can I borrow you when you get back from work?"
"Depends, what do you need?" You were now nervous of his motives.
"It's a music thing," he replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, sure, I can meet you in my studio around 1:45 PM, but I have to go at 5:00 PM." you informed him.
"Great, thanks to Y/n," he grinned before walking away.
You closed your door and got ready for your day.
~~~Your outfit (without the purse)~~~

  You headed downstairs for breakfast and met Damian in the kitchen. He was talking to Tim and drinking orange juice.
"Morning," you smiled at them.
"You going to the studio?" Tim asked. You nodded. "Be careful," he waved and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Damian alone.
You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some orange juice. "I'll see you at 5:30 right?" Damian asked.
You drank all of your juice before answering, "Of course my Love. Should I be casual or formal?"
"Casual will be fine, Beloved," Damian took your glass and put it in the sink.
"I have to go to work, I'll see you later," you told Damian before kissing him and leaving the kitchen.

~~~Time skip to the label's music studio~~~
You walked through the doors right on time and immediately headed towards the recording area. "Glad you're here," the producer told you. The producer was one of the nicest people you had ever met in the business, he continued to be professional, but he was also caring.
"Glad to be here, should we get started?" You asked.
"Yes, I like that attitude," he grinned as you entered the studio. For the next six hours, you did recordings for your first album, containing only songs you wrote, and talked to the producer's plans for you. He wanted you to do a concert at Christmas time and would call you if you had any other requests. When it was 1:17 PM you said goodbye to the producer and headed home.

~~~Time skip back to the manor~~~
~~~Your point of view~~~
You arrived at the manor at 1:43 PM and went straight to the music studio, not bothering to change. You found Dick sitting in one of the chairs at the back table, waiting for you. "Hi Y/n," he greeted you with a smile.
"Hey Dick, so what did you need help with?" You asked.
"I-I was wondering if you could teach me to sing a specific song," he mumbled.
You suppressed a giggle, "Sure, I'd be happy to, it's the least I could do since you taught me to dance. What song do you want to learn?"
"Um 'Cheap Thrills' by Sia," he responded.
"Why that song?" you asked.
"Well I guess I like the feeling and the lyrics of it," he rubbed the back of his neck.
You smiled, "Great, let's get started." You started by making a recording of the music so you could focus on the singing part with Dick. "Do you know the lyrics?" you asked. He nodded. "Okay, then I think we can start with vocal warm-ups then dive right in. I'm going to give you a note on the piano, and I want to see how close you can get to it." You tested his vocal chords and did warm-ups with him, correcting him when he did the wrong notes. After a couple of exercises, you had him start on the first verse. You made it through the whole song when the clock turned to 5.
"You did well, we can polish it some other time alright?" you stood up and walked with Dick to the staircase.
"Thanks, Y/n," he smiled.
"No problem, you really aren't that bad at singing, besides, I had fun," you waved and walked to your room.
You removed your makeup and took a shower to wash the dye out of your hair. After you dried your hair and curled it into waves cascading down your back. You got changed and put on some very light natural makeup, unlike what you wore as the Siren. You wore a white, off-the-shoulder crop top and light jeans with a pair of heeled sandals and a few small pieces of simple jewelry.