10,000 Hours- A Sabrina/Reader Story.

It started with busking...

Y/N's POV.

"Y/N Y/L/N, GET YOUR SLEEPY ASS DOWN THIS STAIRS RIGHT NOW!!! WE ARE LATE FOR OUR GIG!!!"

I leaped out of bed to my annoying human alarm clock, who just so happens to be my best friend and partner in crime, Y/BFF/F/N. Y/BFF/N and I have been singing together since we were 13, facing the big bad world of secondary school with nothing but my guitar and our voices. I don't sing in front of anyone but Y/BFF/N though... and whoever is walking the streets of Galway on a Saturday morning. Every Saturday without fail we travel to Galway in my jeep from our shared apartment in Tullamore and sing covers and originals in the hopes of getting noticed. Nobody at home other than my family and Y/BFF/N's famiy knows I sing though because I'm really insecure about it, even though everyone tells me I shouldn't be.

"Y/BFF/N what the hell are you shouting for? We aren't on anyone's time but our own! We're busking for God's sake, not playing arena shows!" I quickly reply while checking the time. We still had four hours before we were expected to be LEAVING for Galway. I ran down the hall, careful not to trip over the heaps of shoes and various pieces of music equipment laying scattered around as we didn't have space for a music room and stored our equipment in my jeep in the apartment's garage. I flew around the corner and into the kitchen, immediately getting a whiff of the burnt food Y/BFF/N was trying to prepare for breakfast.

"Jesus Christ Y/BFF/N we still have 4 fucking hours before we leave! What the hell is your problem!" I screamed in his face.

"Apologise." He said, conjuring a confused look onto my already annoyed and exasperated face.

"What in God's name...Ohhh. Sorry Lord for speaking of your name in vain...twice." I said while blessing myself and beginning to say my Hail Marys. Y/BFF/N is very religious and won't let me swear about God unless I want the TV to be taken away from me, and I can't live without my Riverdale and Blue Bloods. 

"As for calling you so early, I know for a fact you will want to make breakfast, have a shower, get your equipment together, practice and clean your room before we left because you didnt do any of it last night. No. Do you know why? Because, dearest Y/N, you were out with that little hoe Ró(pronounced 'Row') last night. Weren't you?" My face suddenly went completely pale and then bright red as I felt all of the blood rush to my head. I know he doesn't like my other friend Róisín(rowsheen), or Ró as we like to commonly call her, but that's just because he is a jealous cunt who thinks I'm going to be stolen away from him.

"Can we avoid that subject now while I try to recover our kitchen? That is a pan, not a crematorium." I stated as I watched Y/BFF/N's face turn red for a change. I chuckled as he quickly ran to the bathroom and switched on the emersion, preparing himself for the day to come.

I began preparing a typical Irish breakfast, as I knew we wouldn't be getting a decent meal until 3 o'clock at least. As the toast was in the toaster, the tea and coffee brewing and there were twelve sausages and twelve rashers in the pan, along with beans, black and white pudding and thinly sliced potatoes and tomatoes as we don't eat hash browns, I got the bread for our sandwiches buttered and ready to fill with sausages and rashers. We weren't actually going to eat 6 sausages and six rashers altogether unless we wanted to go into cardiac arrest, oh no. I put three sausages and three rashers into each sandwich, then I sliced them and wrapped them in tin foil. I put them into our food bag along with a packet of Taytos each and also our favourite goodies, his being Jellie Babies and mine being Imperial Mints. We were definitely going to have enough food for the afternoon incase we didn't make enough money. Another one of our policies is that we only bring a fiver with us to Galway for emergencies, but use the money we make from busking for buying dinner. Believe you me, there have been manys a day that we have had to resort to going home absolutely starving because SOMEONE forgot the lunch I so generously prepared.