I think my favorite thing about non-band kids is when they actually go into the band room. They look lost. Terrified.. Extra points if they’re looking for the director, and they just kind of shuffle around for a bit until we ask them what they need.
Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “okay! can i request a non-sad oneshot about ghost!reader and revenge gee? i dont have any specific ideas in mind so anything is good! xx”
A/N: Not sure if I delivered on “non-sad”, but here ya go.
“Wow, this venue looks like it’s really old,” commented a
loud voice, drawing your attention.
So another group of musicians had come to the place you had
called home since your death. There hadn’t been a show here in a while. The
throng of young, living people here for the concert tonight would certainly
make your haunt less lonely.
“Yeah, this bar was originally a speakeasy in the 1920’s,”
the owner of the building said informatively as he unlocked the door.
“That’s so cool,” another voice said excitedly. “So, why isn’t
this space used more often?”
“Well,” the owner confessed as he opened the door, throwing
bright sunlight into your dusty abode, “some people say it’s haunted.”
“…..Haunted?” repeated the first speaker as he walked in. He
was an oddly dressed man, with a partially shaved head and a bulletproof vest. Was
this the fashion in the land of the living nowadays?
“Yeah,” the owner said nervously, entering second. “Why,
does that make you want to reconsider performing here tonight?”
“Not at all,” grinned the second man you’d heard speak, and
your eyes widened when you saw how handsome he was. He had long, black hair,
and he wore a black suit with a red tie that was much more in line with the
fashions you remembered. “We all love horror movies, so haunted’s a plus!”