DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Make Up (Jenny × Alan Walker)

[This is the first time I've written one of these, but hey, I tried! This was hard because I have to make Alan, who is a twink universally, a top.]

Dedicated to: jennystarbright

(Jenny's POV)

I've only started photography back when I was in college, but I'm already getting paid to take photos of celebrities while also being a part of their management team. I'm part of lots of other celebs teams yet most of them are EDM artists, so I know my way around the backstage area, believe it or not but I'm more of a favorite around them. Everyone thinks of me as the friend who's always there when needed without being annoying. I'm in little ways selfless and would always help someone in need. I have a crush that, let's be honest, almost every fangirl of his has, and his name is Alan Walker. I know, shocking. If I'm honest, I don't think I'm his favorite photographer, I'm very inquisitive and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like someone getting to know every single detail about him as soon as they meet him, but he's got a special place in my heart that will never go away.

   Today's Ultra and almost everyone's gotta be flawless, and I have to be there to capture their flawless-ness. I'm always there early to make sure I can get everything ready. As usual, I take pictures of the venue and firework shows in case the staff want them or post it on Instagram or something. I waited for a while until at least some people I know arrive.

"Hey," I heard a voice from behind me.

"Oh! Hey, Cal!" I greeted Calvin.

"Please, don't ever call me Cal again! Just call me Adam!" He laughed.

"Well, sorry for calling you by your internationally known name!" I scoffed playfully.

"I'll let it slide but only because you're my friend," He smiled.

"I'm surprised. You're actually early this time," I said.

"I decided I would be here. I don't have anything to be late for so here I am." He giggled.

"But I don't know how you can be so early," He said.

"It's my job, but unlike you, I can't just refund my way out of a job." I told him.

"Heh, okay." He scoffed before leaving. More people were arriving and artists were beginning to show up. Then I saw him, Alan.

   I wanted to confront him but felt nervous. It's very cliché to say so but I don't know how to word it better.

"Okay, Jennifer, don't be an idiot and completely dance around the topic. Say hi, spark a conversation, and leave it at that." I thought to myself. I approached him slowly and just moved around him.

"YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG! JUST TALK TO HIM!" I yelled at myself. 

"Hi," My voice cracked when I spoke to him. He looked at me and gave me an awkward smile.

"Um, hi?" He chuckled.

"Uh, so, you, uh, like. . . music?" I mentally facepalmed.

"Yeah? It's kinda what I do," He answered. 

"Yeah, I knew that," I laughed awkwardly.

"I gotta go, bye!" I said quickly before running off.

   I wanted to slap myself so badly and just die in a hole, is that how I talk to my celebrity crush? He probably thinks I'm a total idiot! I sat in the corner, waiting for somebody to either call me or put me out of my misery.