Imagination

(Reggie Peters) Sweater Weather

Words: 2319

Rated: TV-PG

~Time Skip~

I hate, hate, HATE Reggie. He so annoying especially when he's happy.
I just want to crush his big heart so he could die even if he already his dead.

I was at a school, in the music room, tuning my guitar.

"Y/n!" I heard Flynn shout.

"Yeah?" I sit up and take off my guitar.

"I tried to stop her, sorry." Julie said out of breath.

"I GOT YOU A GIG!" Flynn squealed.

"What? You know I can't sing, in front of people." I say.

"Sorry but you have to do it. If you don't I'm gonna have to pay a 50 dollar fee." Flynn says and I sigh.

"Hey! Why can't Julie do it?"

"Well I put your name on it. You can't change last minute. By the way, it's tonight." Flynn explains.

"FLYNN!!" I shout and chase her around the room.

"HEY! WHEN YOU GET YOUR FIRST EMMY YOU BETTER THANK ME!!!" Flynn shouts.

"Girl fight!" I heard Reggie shout.

"Oh shut up." I got through him and chase Flynn.

"Stop. Running. Please." Julie said still out of breath.

"Why is Y/n mad?" Luke asked and I stop chasing Flynn.

"Flynn got me a gig." I say as Flynn rests her arm on the piano and catches her breath.

"Cool. Shouldn't you be happy?" Alex asks.

"Well," I start.

"She has major stage fright." Flynn and Julie say at the same time.

"Oh."

"Well I'm going to get ready." I say and start packing my stuff up.

"For what?" Reggie asks.

I didn't even answer and left the room.

~Time Skip~

It was time, I was at the cafe where the gig was, and I was hecka nervous.

"You look nervous Y/n. Like yack in a bowl nervous." Alex said.

"Dude." Reggie smacks Alex.

"Your ready?" Flynn asks.

"No." I immediately reply and hold my guitar.

"Okay, now go." Julie whispers and pushes me on stage.

I sit on the stool on stage. I inhale and start to sing.

All I am is a man

Reggie poofs on stage, sitting on a stool next to me, playing the guitar.

I put mine on the ground, leaning on my stool.

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts,