Gravy's Assistant - Yung Gravy x Reader

Barstool Baby

After a day with Matthew at the studio I headed to the bar a few blocks away. My performance was enough to convince them I could sing and entertain people as a dj at their bar.

It was a couple of weeks before Matthew was to leave. I tried to find every distraction I could to almost avoid him. It hurt to look at him sometimes. A sinking feeling.

The bar manager approaches me as I get ready in the locker area. "You ready for tonight? You haven't sung here since you started here, better now than never!" She pats me on the back. "Make sure to let those people throw the tips on the stage this time!"

I grab my bag with my mic cordings and walk past her. "I'm not a stripper"

"You might as well be" she replies. I scowl. I need the job I tell myself.

I set up my equipment as the guitarist hands me the song list for the night. Lots of rock. A request, I was told, by a special patron. An investor in the bar.

7 pm, my mic kicks on. The bar seems hyped tonight a dozens of people hit the dance floor, a literal rave.

I finally got an hour to myself around ten. By my managers request I made sure to pick up my tips off the stage before I left. I sit in one of the back rooms, a plate of loaded nachos before me.

I pick at it with a fork before a man, an older gentleman sits in front of me. "Excuse me sir, VIP is upstairs, I can show you if you..." He stands up.

"I am Mr Matez. I hear you're (y/n) (l/n). I am the one who requested your music tonight. You proved yourself to me." I stand and shake his hand, questioning his motives.

"Is there something I can help you with sir?" We both sit down.

"Yes actually, I wanted to make you a little star, but first you would have to do me a few favors. I have been watching you perform for a while" His look in his eyes told me alot.

"What are the favors?"

"Well in return for performing here and at my personal bars, you would be a personal escort." I set down my fork.

"I'm not interested in that type of work"

"Then, get out. Of here. You're fired. There will always be others. Have a good night " He stands up and shoves in the chair, clearly upset.

I sigh. My manager walks in and hands me my belongings and I throw everything in my bag and begin to walk home.

The moon is at its highest point by the time I get to my apartment. I slam the door behind me. I lay on the couch and begin to cry. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine and poured a glass. And downed it.

My phone rings, an unknown number. "H-hello?" I stutter.

"Is this (y/n)?"

"Yes...who is this?"

"Mark. Your guitarist. At the bar. Your boyfriend is here to see you and I sent him your way. Sorry about tonight." He hangs up.

I lock the door and head to my room. I didn't want to answer the door. Matthew had seen me a mess a good few times and this is one I really didn't want to talk about.

I felt disgusting, that this is one of the only opportunities I have been given to get into music and it turned out to be an utter scam.

How do I even begin? How do I explain this to Matt? It's not like he was my boyfriend. But he was a friend. A really good one.

I exhale as I hear pounding on my door. And then knocking on the window.  "(Y/N)?! You here!?" Matthew.

The tears run down my face as I slowly come out of my room and answer the door. A hug greets me.

"(Y/N) ARE YOU OKAY?! The guitarist at the bar told me you were fired over some asshole you turned down..." I look up at him, the my black goth makeup now running with my tears.

Not a word leaves my lips as I let him into my apartment. "Let me explain....."

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Matthew looked absolutely disgusted as he listened to me. "If I wanted to be famous I don't want to get that way like that."I say. Matt takes a deep breath.

"I will get you hired onto my team. I have been talking to my manager about it. Your remixes are good and you have a crazy amount of talent so I want you with me. You were handed a shitty set of cards here in LA, I want to make it better. "

"You can't guarantee that, the whole Grammy's fiasco go you in so much trouble with people, I don't know Matt....I'm causing you problems and you shouldn't have to take care of me."

"But, you're a really good person, just give it a shot." He hugs me again and I breathe in his cologne. "No more crying baby." I nod. I head to the bathroom to clean off my makeup and I come back.

Matt sends a quick text to his manager and gives me the proposal to go over to his house and watch movies and I politely accept. I grab an overnight bag and head out the door with him.

.................1 Whip a Tesla Later..............

He leads my downstairs in to his basement. A massive screen sits before a elevated bed. The ultimate Netflix and chill destination.

We marathon Alien and I gradually fall asleep, laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

He must have fallen asleep too because before long we woke up to his phone ringing. He picks it up and his manager answers. I doze in and out. I can't really recall the conversation, only the aftermath.

Matt shook me awake. "You can work with me to remix!" He laughs. "Told ya baby, trust gravy."

His voice filled my stomach with butterflies as I realized I had fallen asleep next to him, again. No time to over think like right now.

"My manager also has to send a representative to come over here a have you sign a few things, don't worry I will help you. Promise."

"Thanks Matt. I'm going upstairs to change then" I run off to the bathroom upstairs and slam and lock the door. I begin to hyperventilate as I  quickly get dressed. This is all moving so fast. And after a hellish night too. I take a long deep breath. And I brush my hair, and step out.

A loud doorbell rings and Matthew answers the door to a woman in super tall heels and a red suit. "Hello, I'm Eliza. I was here to sample some of (y/n)s music some more and sign her to our label.

I gulp and Matt grabs my arm and pulls me forward. I reach out and shake her hand. We walk to the kitchen table and all sit down. I pull out my tablet from my bag on the floor up against the table. "Heres what I got"

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A pen slams onto the table, the smell of fresh ink hits my nose. Its silent as I sign the last of the papers.

My hand aches. I couldn't have signed less than 100 papers. Talk about signing your soul away.

Eliza takes her leave and hands me her business card. And a cell phone number. She was my representative from now on. Do nothing without her, go nowhere without her knowing.

I look at Matt and he smiles. "You should have sung for her"

"Maybe...but it isn't the time yet. I'm just happy to have a job."

"You can't stay in that run down apartment forever either (y/n)....I want you to find a new place. It was part of the contract anyway that you have to be living in a certain area for image reasons."

"I know it was. I'll figure it out." I look outside, a car pulls up into the drive. "Were you expecting someone Matthew?"

"No, but Alex always loves to make surprise visits." He opens the door for Alex, who embraces me in a hug.

"Did you really sign?!" He asks me.

"Yes...?" They look at eachother.

"Party?" Alex asks

"Party" Responds Matthew.