*April 1980*
(Y/N) and Andy do a photoshoot for their duet. A&M wants to release it as a single.
Andy's POV:
Today A&M wanted me and (Y/N) to do a mini photoshoot for our single release for our duet "Reasons to Be Happy."
I think it has chart potential. The song was well received at the A&M lunch last month.
We were told to pack 2 outfits. I chose to wear (Y/N)'s favorite white silk button up, black jeans and Nikes. I packed dark blue silk button up, light washed jeans and black Nikes.
(Y/N) decided to match me and wore her favorite white floral maxi dress and white mary jane platforms. She packed a dark blue bell bottom jumpsuit and her favorite Converses.
I was so proud of (Y/N). She's become such a beautiful person since I've been with her.
I can't wait till I officially call her my wife.
We put our little bags in the trunk and headed to Malibu Beach where they wanted us to take photos at.
"I hope the ocean water doesn't volumize my hair love," (Y/N) said laughing.
"Haha darling I don't think that will happen but you'll still look beautiful," I told her reassuringly.
"Do you think people will like our song love?" (Y/N) asked curiously.
"I think everyone will love it darling. This pictures today will seal the deal for the song," I told her squeezing her hand.
"I hope so. Herb keeps harping on me that I need to make the gold and I don't want to be a flop," she said staring out the window.
"You could never be a flop darling," I said pulling into the beach parking lot.
She smiled at me. I put the car in park and went to open the door for her.
"Thanks love," she said kissing my cheek.
"I'm excited darling," I told her smiling.
I grabbed our small bags with clothes and makeup for (Y/N) to touch up with.
We walked over to Herb and a few important photographers that A&M hired for photoshoots.
"Hi, doll!" Herb greeted (Y/N).
"Hello Herbie! How are you?" (Y/N) asked him while giving him a hug.
Yes, I did get jealous don't ask why. I know their relationship is strictly professional level.
"Hello Andy! How are you?" Herb asked me.
"I'm good sir, thank you. How are you?" I asked him politely.
"I'm good thanks Andy," Herb responded.
"So we have here our photographer Jeremiah. We want a romantic look for the single cover," Herb infomed us.
"Ok that sounds great Herb thank you," (Y/N) said smiling.
"I want you guys to embrace each other with the ocean as a backdrop," Jeremiah said.
"Oooh I like that idea," I told Jeremiah and (Y/N).
Jeremiah got me and (Y/N) situated and start snapping pictures.
"Ok now think of a time where you both couldn't stop laughing," Jeremiah instructed.
Me and (Y/N) locked eyes and burst into laughter. We are pretty sure that's the photo they are going to use for the single cover.
"Did you think of the time you came home a while back to when I was dying my hair?" (Y/N) whispered to me. giggling.
"Yes actually darling. We are on the same wavelength," I told her kissing her temple.
"WAIT stay in that pose! That's a perfect shot," Jeremiah exclaimed.
I would probably want to get this picture developed and enlarged to hang in our house.
"Ok let's have you do a outfit change real quick and then head towards that area of the beach," Herb told us.
We headed to the restroom's with our clothes and changed. (Y/N) touched her makeup up.
I was done quicker then (Y/N) but when she walked out, the sunset illuminated her face so beautiful. She looked like a angel.
"Wow darling you look amazing," I told her a little breathless.
She blushed, of course.
"Darling you have a way with words," she said kissing my face.
"Come on let's finish this photoshoot," I said grabbing her hand.
We finished the photo shoot while the sunset. Once the pictures came back, the single will be released.
"Here's to our first duet," I told (Y/N).
"To our forever," (Y/N) said smirking at me.
YOU ARE READING
Taken Too Seriously- An Andy Gibb/Karen Carpenter What If Fanfiction
Historical Fiction(Y/N) is feeling blue. Everything she loves revolves around the 1970s. During a thunderstorm, she's basking in her bedroom playing her favorite ABBA album when her emotions push her over the edge. In anger, she sc...
