Starkid Oneshots! [Requests CLOSED!]

|| James Tolbert & Reader ||

"Just open the fucking email already," Your best friend and roommate groaned, as she watched you pace back and forth.

"I'm too stressed," You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously.

"What are you afraid of?" They asked you, shoving popcorn in their mouth.

"There's a lot of things to be afraid of," You rolled your eyes. You had applied to be a choreographer for a company you were very familiar with. Starkid.

"What's the worst that could happen? You don't get it, you move on,"

"Move on? From, this, the most important thing to happen to me in my life?"

"You're going to get it," She told you.

"There's a very slim chance of that happening," You let out a fearful sigh.

"If you don't open it in 10 seconds I'm opening it for you," Your friend said walking towards your laptop.

"No! I'll do it!" You blocked the laptop.

You took a deep breath, before opening up the email. Your heart beat out of your chest as the email loaded.

You were speechless. Really speechless.

"So? Did you get it?" They asked, looking at you.

You looked back at them and nodded. You ran up to your friend and hugged them tight.

"It's only assistant choreographer," You released the breath you had been holding.

"That's still incredible! Y/N, I'm so proud of you!" They smiled at you.

You woke up a few days later, realising it was your first day working with Starkid. You practically bounced out of bed and slipped on an outfit, racing out of the door.

"You're like an hour early," Your roommate looked at you funny as you grabbed your keys.

"Better early than late right?" You replied quickly.

"Alright well have fun!"

"I will!" You replied, skipping to your car.

You played Starkid songs in the car to hype you up as you thought about what could go wrong, and what could go right.

You pulled into the rehearsal studio. You got out of your car and grabbed your bag, taking a deep breath before pushing open the studio door.

"Hi! Y/N!" Nick walks up to you.

"Hey Nick!" You replied, probably a little too enthusiastically.

"How are you?" He asks casually.

"Freaking out," You nodded.

"Fair enough. You'll do fine I promise. Plus, dance rehearsals don't start until next week,"

"What do I get to do today?" You ask Nick as he walks you into the main rehearsal room.

"You and our other choreographer, James, will be figuring out choreography to the songs so you can teach them next week,"

"Sounds good," You smiled.

"Hey guys, this is our new choreographer, Y/N," Nick introduced you to the cast, who all made you feel welcome.

"Oh, and by the way, James will be in the show himself, so there might be some parts you'll get to choreograph on your own,"

"Awesome, thanks," You grinned.

"Oh there he is now," Nick gestured towards the man who walked through the door.