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Music Meister X Reader Ch. 3

Chapter 3, the drama is on and two new characters step into the ring! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now in the back Y/n sat her tray down on a circular table before going to the sink and running her bloodied finger under some cool water, the cut stinging. Gritting her teeth the h/c watched as the water turned a light red, it resembling her hatred for Jessica. Y/n never understood why she was always being reprimanded by the prima donna as she had never done anything wrong. Taking her finger away from the water Y/n looked to see if any glass was stuck but thankfully there was none. "Y/n darling, what are ya doin back here?" Swiftly turning the waitress was relieved to see it was just Emily, the  singer's managers and helper. "Just patching myself up, Em." The 32 year old Jersey brunette quirked a brow and came forward, gently taking her friend's hand and examining it. "Oh darling, what did ya do?" "Jessica tripped me and my tray crashed to the floor which sent glass everywhere." "I swear that woman is out to get ya! I'll have to have a talk with her." "Please don't." "Y/n, I can't just stand here and watch ya get hurt. This isn't right!" "I know but if Jessica finds out I'll be dead meat!" Emily sighed, knowing that her friend spoke the truth. "Let me wrap that up for ya, dear." Taking the band-aid that Frankie gave Y/n, Emily unwrapped it and carefully covered up the small cut on her friend's fingertip. "There. All better." Emily smiled and chucked the wrapper, Frankie walking in soon after. "How ya doin, kid?" Y/n didn't offer a reply. The nearly bald man sighed and gave her a pat on the back, him offering a small smile. "It'll be alright, Y/n. Ya're shift's almost over anyway." "Thank god. I don't know how much more I can take of her tonight." "Y/n." The larger woman stilled. Speak of the devil. Turning her head and looking at the ravenette in her peripheral vision she replied in a timid voice, "Yes?" "I want you out there serving drinks right now. The customers are getting bored and you don't want a bad review, do you?" Y/n huffed, grabbed her tray from the table and left, her safety duo staying behind. "The same goes for you two." "Ya're a real witch ya know that right?" Jessica just smirked at the middle aged man and flipped her hair. "But that's how it goes here in Gotham. You gotta step on the weak to become stronger." With that she walked off, leaving the two middle aged workers to themselves. Around 1:00 in the morning was when the last customer trickled out of the club. Y/n sighed as she took up a bucket of water with soap and chemicals and a rag to begin cleaning off the tables for the next night, tiredness in her visage. "Good night, kid. Get home safe." "Bye, Frankie!" As soon as the sound of the front door closing resounded in her ears Y/n knew she was utterly alone. Smiling she began to wipe off tables, her humming eating up the silence. Soon her humming became singing, her confidence boosted as no one was around. The truth was Y/n loved to sing. It was a passion she had since she was young and the thrill of being onstage filled her core. There was only one problem: her anixety. The thought of people watching scared Y/n to death so whenever she was in private she let her passion run free. Singing, Y/n continued to clean off the tabletops, her failing to realize she had an audience. A man with fiery ginger hair and thick glasses that had an eighth note on them had just stepped out of the men's room when he had heard singing. His ears instantly perked up and he traveled to where the soft voice was located. Peering around a column the man in purple and green saw the chubby waitress washing off a nearby table, the singing belonging to her. A smile made it's way to the man's face as he watched her strut about, her voice bringing him warmth and his heart thumping loudly. For a few minutes he watched her until she disappeared into a back room, him stepping out of the building before she could see him. As the man walked the streets of Gotham the woman's voice rang in his head, him recognizing her as the waitress whose tray landed at his table. He had felt bad for the young woman as she was just trying to do her job and it was ruined by the lead singer. In all honesty the ginger didn't really care for the entertainment that night as none of the ladies stuck out to him. But that waitress. Oh! Now she had potential! The man smiled to himself as he thought of her and what she'd be like up on that stage. She'd be a smash hit that's for sure. The only question is why isn't she there already. The male's thoughts were tossed around and he came to the conclusion that he had to hear her again before he made his next move. Nodding to himself he hummed as he walked home, Y/n's sweet voice singing along with him.

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