Who says a killer performance needs heavy acrobatics?
The anticipation around Beyoncé’s Grammys performance was palpable even in the remote places of Twitter. This was the first glimpse of Queen Bey since her pregnancy announcement hit Instagram at the beginning of February — and answered many questions about how she’ll handle performances through the next several months.
Request: The reader is a really good singer and no one knows but Jughead finds out
Word count: 641 (Sorry about the shortness)
Warnings: None :)
Singing, it was your escape from the real world, when you sang, you were in your own world, a world that just consisted of you and the music, even though you loved to sing, you hid it very well, you didn’t want anyone judging you and you didn’t like the idea of being told that you actually couldn’t sing. So to keep your wee hidden talent, well, hidden, you had some rules you followed religiously, no singing at school, no singing when people were supposed to come over and no singing in the shower if someone was coming over in case they came early because you wouldn’t know.
You followed these rules to a T, you had been in Riverdale for a while now and no one knew you could sing, you felt like you were living a secret life, like Hannah Montana but not as dramatic. One day you messed up, you had a long day at school and completely forgot Jughead was coming over to pick you up for some Blue and Gold investigating, you decided a nice warm shower would help wash the stress of the day off. You turned on the water and played Drunk by Ed Sheeran, and hopped in the shower, as you were singing you entered your own world and didn’t hear the door to your house open, or Jughead calling your name, you were so caught up in your singing everything other than that wasn’t important.
You wrapped yourself in a towel and went to your bedroom to go get changed, you walked in and saw your raven-haired boyfriend sitting on your bed, you screamed and jumped and the top half of your towel slipped, you quickly regained yourself and looked up at a very tomato faced Jughead, “Oh my god, Jughead, what are you doing here??” You asked, “Don’t you remember? We’re going investigating tonight, Y/N, we talked about it at school.” he answered, suddenly it all came back to you, Archie had given Jughead his car for the night so Jughead could go investigate Sweetwater river with you. You covered your face in embarrassment, “That’s right, we’re doing that aren’t we, okay, well, I’m just going to go get changed in the bathroom and I’ll be ready to rumble, Juggie” you joke as you pick out clothes and walk back into the bathroom.
You were so caught up in wondering how you forgot about the investigation tonight with your boyfriend, that you didn’t think about him hearing you sing, it wasn’t until you were in the car with him and you turned on the radio and Drunk was playing did your eyes widen in shock, oh my god, you thought, Jughead would’ve heard me sing, “You seem to like this song, Y/N” Jug said, a smirk slowly growing up his face, “Look, Juggie, I don’t need you to make fun of me or my singing voice okay” you said, looking at the floor of Archie’s car. “God no, babe, I’m not making fun, you’re a really good singer, Y/N I couldn’t help but listen to you, your voice, well, all I can say is wow” you looked up at him, a smile slowly formed on your face, “You really think so, Jug?” you asked, he placed his hand on your thigh, and said “Of course, Y/N, how come you never told me you could sing like that?” he asked, “I never knew if I was good enough or not, no one knows to be honest” you furrowed your brows at your answer. “Are you kidding me, Y/N?! You could be the next Beyonce” he announced, smile as wide as ever, you laughed at your boyfriend, “That’s a bit outrageous babe” You said as he pulled up to Sweetwater river, you both got out and started investigating.