Starkid Oneshots! [Requests CLOSED!]

|| Jon Matteson x Reader PT 1 ||

Y'all when I say "Oneshot" I really just mean a shortened version of something that could basically be a whole book. This oneshot carries an ENTIRE plot. It'll have 2 parts or maybe more. 

Is that ok with you guys? Let me know. Should I make these lighter, with less of a plot? Or do y'all like the heavy shit? I like writing either.

"Y/N! I need your help! Urgently!!" You hear Mariah's frantic voice on the line.

"What is it Mariah, I'm a bit busy," You sighed, typing away at your computer. "It's an extremely busy Tuesday morning" You snort.

"Yeah, I know. I need you to do me a massive favour," She breathes.

"What's up?"

"I know for a fact you can act. And sing. And dance,"

"Where are you going with this. I can do those things, I'm just not good at them," You roll your eyes.

"Oh bullshit. You're incredible! Anyway, so uh, I kinda need you to fill in for a role in The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals..."

"Oh yeah, that one. That's the one you dragged me along to rehearsals for?"

"That's the one!"

"Multiple times," You dragged out your words.

"That's why you would be perfect! You've seen it in action so many times!"

"When do you need me to fill in?" You moved your eyes from your notepad to your screen, completely baffled by the work given to you by your boss.

"Tonight?"

"What?!" Your eyes widen. "Mariah!"

"I know! I'm so sorry!" She practically winces through the call. "Please?"

"You better tell me it's a minor character,"

"Uh-"

"Mariah..."

"It's Emma?"

"Mariah! That's the main character!!" You say way too loudly, earning stares from fellow colleagues. "And- oh fuck. Jon's gonna be there isn't he?" I grimace.

"Yeah, definitely," She said softly. "Sorry,"

"Why am I only hearing of this now?!" You take sip of your coffee.

"Lauren's sick and won't be able to make the show tonight. We're in desperate need of someone to fill in. You'd be perfect I know it. We're almost about to get Nick to do it!" She explains. You almost spit out your coffee.

"Nick?? Oh gosh, you guys are in trouble," You sigh. "Fine. I'll do it. But you owe me,"

"Of course," She hangs up before you can change your mind. You sigh once again, burying your head in your hands. You checked the time. It was still only 10am, but you had to leave work early if you were going to get any rehearsal time. You quickly collected your things, and made your way to your boss.

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"Oh my gosh, thank god you're here," Mariah gives you a hug. "You really don't know how grateful we all are,"

"You know I don't lie to people," You chuckle.

"We have plenty of time. Nick said you can bring a script on stage if you want. I'm sure the audience won't mind,"

"If the main character is holding a script?"

"Starkid fans are the best," Mariah shrugs. "Nick said he'll give a disclaimer beforehand. It's better than having Nick, or not having anyone at all. We'd hate to cancel the show,"

"You can say that again," You hear a voice behind you. "Y/N. I'm so grateful you're here," Nick gives you the biggest hug you'd gotten in years.

"Of course," You nod.