Music, My Magic - a musician au arcana x reader [PROLOGUE]

II

"Do you have to go?" I'm standing outside the front door a day later in the early morning sun. Our day off was fun. After getting over the shock of my video blowing up, Asra and I went on a walk with Faust, and then went out for dinner to celebrate. Now, he has to go. He'll be gone for a couple days to shoot his new music video a few cities over. Luckily this one won't have any choreography, just pretty camera shots and wild editing, so it won't take him long, but I still don't want him to leave.

"I wish you could come with me," he sighs, and runs his hands through his fluffy white hair. I do too, but I've got work. Bye-bye, Faust tells me. She slithers up my arm and gives me a sad flick of her tongue as a kiss, then slides back down my arm and onto Asra's. "Can I get a hug before you leave?" I ask hesitantly.

"Of course," Asra chuckles, pulling me into his arms, against his chest, "I don't know why you're always so shy about asking that,". I try and brush my nervousness off, ignoring my blush. "Just come back in one piece, okay?"

"I will. I'm more worried about leaving you alone," a worried expression passes over his face. "I'll be fine, I promise," I smile. Asra trusts me, and gives me more smile and "goodbye" before throwing his suitcase in the back of his car and heading off.

I close the door and slump onto the couch. I have a couple hours before I have to be at work, and I'm already showered and dressed, so I have nothing better to do than check my Instagram.

I haven't looked at any of my notifications, except the ones from Asra, for maybe a week. When I open the app, I see to my amazement that I've gained thousands of followers in the past few days.

"This is so surreal..." I mumble to myself.  I didn't have much in the way of dm notices, just a couple memes that Asra had sent me last night that I didn't see. I looked to the top of my phone screen to see the little blue notification that said "1 request".

I click on the request. It's from a username I recognize immediately. I cough and nearly choke on my coffee.

1 request from nadiasatrinava.

I mildly panic, almost forgetting if I really am y/n.

"yeah that's me," I reply. My hands shake. The famous singer Nadia Satrinava just dm-ed me.

I go ahead to work, my mind racing the whole car ride there. I can barely function while hosting because I'm thinking. What could a singer like Nadia want with me? I get my answer when I hear the familiar instagram ding. I take a second to peek at my phone.

My hands begin to shake again. What do I say to this? I can't possibly say a straight up no to someone like Nadia, but having dinner with someone of her status is something I never thought myself to be worthy of. Should I really say yes?

There's only one person I know who can help me answer her: Asra.

I quickly shoot him a dm. To my surprise, he picks up only a few minutes later.

I decide it's best to follow Asra's advice. I accept her invite to dinner at her house at 7:30. I get off of work at 6, so that gives me enough time to get home, tidy up, and drive across town to the address she gives me.

I'm gonna have dinner with the famous singer Nadia Satrinava a day after I realize my song blew up.

My hands shake the rest of the work day.