ecstasy - wilbur soot x reader band au

chapter 2

⚠️IMPLICATIONS OF JUBILEE LINE SUICIDES⚠️

"Till next time"
The words still felt sour in Y/N's mouth. After their encounter with Wilbur Soot, they had spent days, months, praying that he would somehow have to come visit them. But he never did. They lost hope after a while, the thought of the familiar bell ringing to signify his entrance vanished.

Y/N spent every evening in her shop, watching the raindrops as they raced each other down the street window. They sighed, going back to polishing their guitar. They had been preparing themselves for a festival coming up on the weekend, where they were meant to perform for the crowd. They weren't well known by the world but well known by the local community, who always begged for them to come
down and perform. They had never preformed in front of hundreds before, perhaps only tens, perhaps only just close family and friends. Nervous was an understatement as they waited for the upcoming weekend, the pressure of so many pairs of eyes staring at them. They had already decided on Internet's Ruined Me, as it had been a personal favourite of theirs from Wilbur's selection of music. They had learnt it months ago by now, knowing all the chords off by heart and the lyrics.

By the time they had finished polishing their guitar, it had came round to 9:00pm. They hurriedly zipped up their guitar into their guitar case and swung it round onto their back. They grabbed their buzzing phone, and switched off the lights and locked the door, satisfied with the day, though it wasn't eventful. Y/N loved leading this job, even if people didn't come often. They loved seeing the pure joy on people's faces when they had received their fixed instrument which looked like new, or a new instrument they'd receive. It was always fun.

Y/N plugged in their headphones and put them in, the outside world being silenced by the music enveloping their mind. They hummed along as they left behind the busy London streets, the red and blue police lights, the honking cars, the footsteps of people, the pattering rain, the bell of their shop, and their thoughts.

They walked towards the underground station, Jubilee Line.

"Wasting your time,
You're wasting mine"

They yawned as they sat down on the green steel chairs, accompanied by many other people eager to go home.

"Hate to see you leaving
Fate worse than dying"

They hummed along, as they heard the automated voice. "-and national rail services. this train terminates at-"

"Your city gave me asthma
That's why I'm fucking leaving"

They rummaged through their bag, making sure they had everything as they checked. They went through a list in their head of everything needed in their bag, and silently cursed as they had lost their notepad.

"Your water gave me cancer
The pavement hurt my feelings"

They looked down at the scrapes on their knees, that they had gotten when they tripped down the train stairs. It was quite the embarrassment, but a funny memory.

"Shout at the wall
Because the walls don't fucking love you."

Y/N listened into the sound of the upcoming train as they got up, putting their guitar case on their back and their bag slinging over their shoulder. They hummed, as they stepped onto the train, looking around at the dark train station. They shivered as they remembered the many things that had happened at this very place, which scared them. The amount of people that had felt as if enough was enough. How they wished they could've saved them. They could've. If the government cared.

"There's a reason
London puts barriers on the tube line"

The only reason they put barriers on the tube line was due to the tourism decreasing because of the negative news constantly. Not because they cared about the people constantly giving up. But because the money they found valuable.

"There's a reason
London puts barriers on the tube line,"

"There's a reason
They fail"

Y/N sighed as they stepped back out into the night, walking down to their street lit up by street lamps. They sighed as they fumbled with their keys to unlock the apartment. Eventually it opened as they crashed into the building, closing the door behind them, and putting down their bags next to the door not bothering to put them away.

They walked to their room and just threw their clothes off tiredly, sliding down their door in frustration of being alone. They constantly bragged about how good it was in solidarity; and how they preferred it when in reality, it was too quiet.

They crawled onto their bed, putting the covers over themselves. It was quiet and cold, as they decided to put on music. "Alexa?" The cold blue light spun round as the sound was picked up. "Shuffle my playlist." Y/N turned over and sighed as they waited for Alexa to start playing. "Sorry, I didn't quite understand that." The blue light stayed shining as it was beckoning Y/N to repeat. "Shuffle my playlist.."

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"Oh for fucks sake!" Y/N exclaimed with their hoarse voice, picking up their pillow and shoving it into their face. They decided on no music as they turned onto their back and stared at the ceiling as they traced the patterns. Their nerves had gone down now, as they sighed in relief.

Y/N stared at the ceiling as they closed their eyes, the tiredness taking over. They slowly drifted off, the thoughts going away, taking the worries with them. The room was cold and quiet. Y/N went limp as they fell asleep.

Y/N slept, awaiting the next day. The festival they had been looking forward to for months. Y/N fell asleep with an innocent smile curling onto their face, the thought of tomorrow's singing improving what may have been sadness earlier.

"the internet has ruined, me."