Excitement was getting the best of you. You were on the front porch of Patrick Stump, you're idol! He inspired you to learn many instruments such as guitar, bass, drums and your favorite of all piano. You always dreamed of becoming a musician, but you were to shy to show people. Your mother said you had a beautiful voice but you never believed in her. She died of cancer but before she left she made you promise to follow your dreams and enter the music business. You of course promised, but three years later here you are cleaning houses. He said be here by 11:00pm and offered you 200$. This man was so kind and willing, you would do anything for him. You rang the doorbell, it echoed through the house and 10 seconds later the man stood before you wearing a green button up, covered by a leather jacket, with black combat boots, a fedora and thick rimmed glasses.
"Hello Y/N right?" He greeted giving you a hug then stepping aside letting you enter.

You entered his home, it was very modern but cozy at the Same time.
"Sorry it's pretty messy. I just had a dinner party and now I have to go record." He apologized looking a bit ashamed.
"Don't worry. That's why you called me Right?"
You assured him.
"Alright well I'll be in my studio upstairs if you need me." He smiled walking away.

You placed the headphones on your ears and started cleaning off the table while you quietly sang to yourself.

Patrick's POV:

"UGH!" I groaned in frustration crumbling up another piece of paper before throwing it in the trash. I had writers block and I couldn't think of any inspiration. I decided to clean my mind my going down stairs and checking on
Y/N. "I set my clocks early cause you know I'm always late!" I heard her singing one of my songs to herself. She hit every note perfectly. Wow she has an amazing voice, why is she still a cleaning lady? The next song played on her phone. She started to dance in a 60s like fashion. "Hello!" I said and tapped her shoulder. She jumped a little out of surprise but then loosens up once she realized it was me.
"Oh hello Mr. Stump!" She said surprised.
"What are you doing down here?"
"Well it's my house. And I wanted to see how you were doing?"
"Oh just...cleaning."
"Well by the way you have a beautiful voice." I commented. She blushed to a deep shade of red.
"Why thank you it is an honor to be complimented by your idol."
"I'm your idol?" I asked corking an eye brow.
"Well yeah you inspired me to love music. You inspired me to learn guitar, bass, drums and my favorite piano." She listed while wiping the counters not making eye contact.

I hear the sound of are you lonesome tonight? By Elvis Presley sounding through her phone.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked with my newly found confidence pointing towards her phone holding out my hand for her to grab.
She looked at me not sure of what her answer should be but except it. She turned up her volume while flipping her headphones that turned into a speakers. She gently place her hand in mine and I placed my arm around her lower back. We swayed together.
"Are you lonesome tonight?

Do you miss me tonight?

Are you sorry we drifted apart?"

I sang softly in her ear.

"Do the chairs in your parlor seemed empty and bare?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?" She sang along.

"Is your heart filled with pain shall I come back again tell me dear are you lonesome tonight?" We sang together.
We let the rest of the song play in the background because we were to focused in the other ones eyes. I was memorized by her beautiful features. The song was slowly coming to an end But I rested my forehead on hers.
We pulled apart and stared at each other in awe. I leaned in and connected my lips to hers. She kissed back as I did the same. A loud beeping noise came from her phone she walked over and turned in off then turning towards me. "My shift is over." She said looking disappointed.
"Hold on let me grab my check book." I was going to run upstairs but an arm on my wrist stopping me from moving which caused me to look at Y/N.
"You don't need to pay me." She said she grabbed her stuff and was about to leave my home until I stopped her my grasping her arm.
"Y/N!" She looked back at me and i had her full attention.
"Do you want to get signed?"
"Yes! Just do me one favor?"
She asked. She handed me a piece of paper with her numbers written on it.
"Call me." She said before she walked off into her car and drove away.
I got it, she gives me inspiration!

She wants to dance like uma Thurman, bury me till I confess.

She wants to dance like uma Thurman I can't get you out of my head.

Request are always open. :-)