Johnny x reader Sing

Chapter 13 | Part 2

A/n: Hey my dudes! Before I get into the story I just wanted to thank you all for 10K and all of the votes and comments. It means a lot to me. Also I went back and read my older Johnny x readers and cRINGE! I might go back and edit them a bit, I don't know what my past eight-grade self was thinking... ugh. Anyways, I'll (finally) introduce you to the next chapter.

Word count- 1889 words

Enjoy~

Your POV

Now that the show was over and the Theater had been destroyed I didn't have anything to do. I was used to being home, alone, though. Still, I wasn't that sad, and instead I was still amazed and proud with myself. Proud of myself for being part of the show. For the first time ever I found myself willingly walking up to my mirror, looking at the person that looked back at me. While I didn't necessarily like what I saw, I found myself being able to tolerate it.

'You did that,' I'd think. 'You sung in front of all of those people and they loved it.'

A few times I found myself smiling as I stared up at the ceiling thinking about that night. If I tried hard enough I could practically feel the excitement in the air of the audience. If I tried hard enough I could hear their loud shouting and cheering—cheering me on. If I tried hard enough I could feel the happiness that swirled inside of me—feel the smile I held on my face—feel the moment that when I looked into the crowd, I felt welcomed, accepted, wanted. And even if it only lasted for a few short moments I wished for it again.

To feel wanted again.

But that couldn't happen, not when there wasn't any Theater anymore. And what's the chance they would even want me back anyway?

My phone suddenly rang from my nightstand. I knew it was Eddie; who else would be calling me?

"Hello?" I said.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, and I had to pull the phone away from my face.

"Okay, first, ow. And second, what do you need to tell me?"

"Where are you?"

"Umm, at home?" I said, wondering where he thought I was.

"So you haven't heard?"

"Haven't heard what?"

"The new theater."

"What new theater?"

"They're rebuilding the Moon Theater, (n/n). Nana bought the lot. She's gonna pay for the New Moon Theater!"

I knew that my Nana was rich, but I was still surprised to hear that she would offer to pay for the construction of the theater. She must have have been really moved by the performance.

Did she love my act?

Of course she didn't know it was me, though. I bet if she did she would hate it. She's made it clear to me that I wasn't her grandchild. My mom has always told me that's how Nana was, that she didn't like Eddie very much either—she didn't even try to sugarcoat it. That's just how Nana is.

I didn't care where the money came from though; they were rebuilding the Theater!

"That's amazing!" I said.

"I know right!" He agreed. "The grand opening is two weeks from tomorrow, and Buster has already asked for you to be there."

My stomach suddenly dropped. He wanted me to be there? "M-me?"

"Yes, you were part of the show. I don't think he'll take no for an answer."

The thought of being in front of all of those people—on live TV for everyone to see, it made me feel sick. What if they found out who I was: the singer with the black hood. Would they still want to hear me sing... no. But if Buster really did want me to be there, I would do it.