Music to My Ears (Rodrick x Reader)

CHAPTER 1 (fem version)

(Y/N = Your Name) (N/N = NickName)

Band practice for Löded Diper was currently happening in Rodrick's garage like usual. After practicing songs for half an hour the band decided to take a short break. Everyone was chatting and relaxing until Rodrick stood up to catch everyone's attention.

 "Hey, guys! I have a surprise for you all. Just wait here, you'll love it!" Rodrick smiled and briefly exited the garage before coming back about 2 minutes later, but this time he was accompanied by someone. It was a girl looking to be a little older than the rest of the band. She had dyed her hair a wine red and her cat-like eyes quickly scanned the room and everyone in it. Y/N cocked an eyebrow.

"Who's this?" She asked, confused.

"Our new band member." Rodrick proudly announced. There was a short silence, but the band had always been very welcoming so everyone instantly gathered around the new band member to get to know her. Everyone was introduced.

Apparently, her name was Becky, she was 21 and a professional musician. She seemed okay, but Y/N paled when Becky mentioned that she was gonna be the band's lead guitarist. What? SHE was the band's lead guitarist. Y/N had always been the lead guitarist of the band! And they already had a rhythm guitarist. There couldn't be two lead guitarists. So was Y/N just gonna be.. Replaced?? Y/N shot Rodrick a confused but irritated look. Suddenly Y/N felt threatened by this new girl. And what did Rodrick think he was doing? Inviting someone into the band without asking the others first? What kind of stunt was that?! Rodrick had probably gotten blinded by the fact that Becky was a 'professional' musician. Typical. Y/N wondered if Becky even was a professional musician or if she was just another artistic failure who claimed to be able to make a living. Becky smiled as she talked with the rest of the band. Everyone seemed to like her. But there was something about Becky that just rubbed Y/N the wrong way. She couldn't put her finger on it. There was something in the tone of her voice that just seemed... Fake.

After some time of the band speaking and having some fun, talking about music with the woman they knew little about, Y/N's doubts about Becky had increased even more. Y/N wondered what sort of secrets and scandals she hid behind that pretty appearance of hers. Or maybe, Y/N was just a jealous, insecure girl.
Y/N bit her tongue that the answer could possibly be the latter. Was she just jealous? She didn't want to be a jerk for no reason, but a part of her genuinely did not like Becky. She stared down at the ground, but her eyes flew up when she saw Becky walk over to her guitar. She picked it up and let her fingers strum over the strings of Y/N's guitar. HER guitar. Y/N frowned.

"Hey, that's m-" She objected, but Rodrick hushed her.

"Shh, let her play, N/N," Rodrick said. Y/N clenched her jaw but kept her words in. Y/N stared at Becky as she played a few tunes on her guitar. Her stare then flickered to Rodrick. Rodrick never let anyone touch his drum set. Y/N was barely even allowed to play on it for longer than 5 minutes before Rodrick would take the drumsticks from her. But now a total stranger could just go ham on Y/N's guitar and that was FINE? Hypocritical, much? Y/N crossed her arms and bit back her words when she saw Becky tune her guitar differently without even asking. Who raised her? Y/N always had her guitar tuned very specifically just the way she liked it and now Becky was ruining it. Y/N was usually a very open person and didn't mind sharing, but Becky was an exception. The way her nails scratched over her guitar's strings made Y/N want to pull her teeth out. Becky played a short melody. She wasn't extraordinary. She wasn't bad either. She was just average. Was SHE going to be Y/N's replacement? No way.

Rodrick was just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing, no problem with her doing it. Why did he even bring Becky into the band? And without asking too?

This was ridiculous. Becky was ridiculous. Y/N couldn't stand it. She looked at her watch and thought that now was a fine time to make an excuse to leave. She just needed to get out of here.
She opened her phone and pretended to get a text from her mom.
"Oh, sorry, guys. I gotta go. My mom wants me home." She lied. Y/N walked up to Becky and took the guitar out of her hands, giving her a bitter smile.
"I'll be needing that, thank you." She said with a sugary-sweet voice and turned around, walking towards the door. She shook her head when she heard Rodrick protest behind her.
"Hey, wai--" Rodrick didn't get to finish before Y/N shut the door to the garage. Y/N breathed out and walked away from the garage. She met Rodrick's mom on the way out.