Melodious Managing(Kylo x Reader AU)

Chapter Eight - The Max Rebo Bonanza

The day of the Max Rebo Bonanza had finally arrived, after weeks of planning. You had made plans with Christie that she'd pick you up and drive you to, and from, the event, so you had one less thing to stress about. You needed to look professional, yet be comfortable, so you opted for some black slacks with a cream satin blouse and simple black kitten heels. Your hair was left loose, with a simple black hairband to keep it in place. Your makeup was kept natural with a winged liner and your red lipstick. Red lipstick always made you feel powerful and confident, traits you could use today. Your phone buzzed, showing you a message from Christie saying she'd arrived. Grabbing your purse, you threw your keys in and walked out the door.

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Empire Hall was stunning. You had driven past the venue many times, but this was your first time inside. To the right after you entered, was a photo of an older man above a plaque. 'In memory of Sheev Palpatine, founder of Empire Hall'. As you entered the main hall, you looked around in wonder. It was all white marble wall sculptures and cream limestone flooring. The ceilings were high, already providing a wonderful acoustic with the workers running around. The stage was set up at the far back, black cloth draped elegantly to provide the perfect ground for your boys (And the other performers, ofcourse). There was a smaller hall to the left, which you entered to check out. There were booths lined along the walls with merchandise of the various performers.

First on your left was a group of people with helmets on (did they even have proper vision through those?). Their banner spelled ''The Mandalorians'', and they even had cheaper looking versions of their helmets on their merchandise table, it seemed, as well as keychains of them.

First on your right was a group of girls, wearing black spandex two piece outfits, as well as matching headbands, their hair pulled back in two french braids that hung loosely over their shoulders. The banner on their booth spelled ''Twi'leki'', and they had mostly t-shirts and buttons for sale.

The second on your left you immediately recognized as your booth, by the dark red colour. It was a large booth, about two times the size of the previous ones. Walking over, you checked out the merchandise items on the table. There were t-shirts with the Knights of Ren logo, some buttons, keychains, and you knew there would also be singles. As well as photos that weren't used in Naboo Magazine that you had gotten permission to use for autographing. Next to the booth was a spot where all Knights could comfortably take photos with fans during the meet and greet later on.

Across from your booth was another large one, which you could only assume to be Resistance Industries'. An orange banner hung against the wall, black words spelling out 'Rebel Scum'. Their merchandise existed out of pretty much the same things as yours did, which wasn't that surprising to you.

Checking your phone, the time was 9:15. Your boys should be arriving soon to get ready and do soundcheck. They were going to be the last ones up on stage, so they technically didn't even have to be here yet. But you made them come in early, despite their moanings. After all, they could use that time to bond with fans, and make them excited for their performance. You knew some of them would enjoy it, while others wouldn't.

However, you couldn't stop the small nervous flutter in your stomach as you leaned against the booth. This was a big moment for your boys, but also for you. If this flopped, you had let so many people down, and the mere thought of that made your chest grow heavy and your breathing quicken. Your hands started to feel clammy as your brain reminded you that you promised everyone that you would bring Knights of Ren to the top, and to be cut short this early in the game- No, you decided, you wouldn't let that happen. Wouldn't allow it. Taking a deep breath, you managed to calm your beating heart, straightening your posture. You had all worked your ass off for this, it was set to succeed.