I have no clue if anyone here watches MMA, but typically when the fighters make their way to the ring, they have a song of their choosing blasting over the PA system. Well, what if it's a love story between a recording artist and the fighter using the artist's song?
(Oohhh this sounds interesting, can I join?)
(Why of course! Who would you like to be?)
(Id prefer the recording artist but it’s up to you :) )
(I can do the MMA fighter, for sure. How would you like them to meet up?)
(These are my two ideas: one, my person goes to one of the fighters fights to see how the song sounds with a crowd or something like that, or, your character could come find my character to ask them to make another (custom?) song for them)
(I came up with one. The manager of the artist reaches out to the fighter to see if they could get him into the music video for the song, and they meet on set)
(Ohhh that’s a good ideaaa, I like that one :) )
(Then let's do it. Do you want a template, or do you want to go in blind?)
(Going in blind is always fun, unless you want a template, also what type of love story is this gonna be? GxB is my preferred but I’m really down for whatever)
(GxB is perfect. Would you mind if the song would be Bad Guy by Billie Eilish?)
Lee frowned slightly as he watched the film crew set up their equipment. Everything was so much more crowded in his gym than it usually was, with the dozens of interns running around plugging cables into walls and setting up those weird lights that looked more like umbrellas around the training ring. He was beginning to regret accepting the job, just because of the amount of hassle it took. Lee should be training, but instead he was just sitting on the only seat in the place, watching them turn his gym into a spider web of electrical cords.
Lee was in his fighting shorts, which were green and black since he was sponsored by Mountain Dew, and a sleeveless T-Shirt. His black hair was buzzcut short and his green eyes were disinterested by everything going on. He didn't even notice the girl that just walked through the front door, followed by a fat man in a suit that was far to small for him.
(That’s a good songgg and sure! :) I’ll post my response in a few minutes I outta go do something quick)
Vanessa was busy ignoring her manager, Barry, as they walked through the door. He was busy babbling about how the filming was going to go and seemed not to notice or care that she had her headphones on. Her violently blue eyes scanned the gym, nodding at the appropriate times so Barry would think she was listening to him. Being here definitely was out of her comfort zone.
Normally she didn’t let Barry reach out to others to have her music videos filmed, otherwise she’d be flying across the country every other week, though this one slipped past her before she could stop it. Her eyes landed on who she thought was the fighter and she gave a small shrug. He was decently attractive. Pushing the thought aside, she pulled off her headphones and leaned against the wall as she watched the equipment be set up.
Barry studied the inside of the gym with his tiny, pig-like eyes. His gaze eventually fell on the fighter, and he tapped Vanessa's arm.
"Let's go meet him, shall we?" he said in a voice just high enough to come of grating and annoying.
It brought Lee's attention over to them, and he studied who he assumed Vanessa was. He was short for his weight class at 5'9", so it didn't shock him that bad when he realized she was just as tall as he was.
“Fine,” She replied, making sure she came off just as annoying as he had. With her electric blue and brown hair pulled back in a messy French braid and a look clearly stating she didn’t like being here, she walked over to the fighter. Vanessa was dressed in a pair of very comfy looking black and blue sweatpants and a gray crop top along with some random pair of basketball shoes that made her an inch taller than she was, all of which went with her whole ‘don’t want to be here and would rather be working on music’ vibe
“Hi, I’m Vanessa, the artist who made this song,” She introduced herself once she got over to the fighter. Barry was right at her side as well, either annoyed with her or thinking of something that made his face scrunch up slightly.
He stood up and offered his hand, each knuckle scarred from the 3 years he has spent fighting for a living.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lee." He turned to the manager, and gave the same greeting before turning back to Vanessa.
"I'm letting you choose what the hell you want me to do. It's your video after all."
He looked just as annoyed with Barry as she was when he butted in with, "Well, the director has some ideas…"
In her head she was replying with increasingly snarky replies, though she just shrugged and waved Barry away instead, “The director can have all the ideas they want, it’s my song either way and I’ll go over their ideas before it actually happens.” Straightening out her top, she shrugged at Lee, “I don’t even know what the hell they want me to do. I just get pulled into this stuff because I have to be here.”
So we do have common ground. "I feel the same, trust me. They barged in here while I was in the middle of working out. I'm just happy I don't have to deal with this every day." He observed the workers for a moment, then tilted his head. "A paper wall in the middle of the ring, huh?" It was obvious he had an idea.
“Bet they’re going to have you burst through it,” She said, crossing her arms and turning to look at the ring as well. “From the looks of it, this is going to be an interesting video.” With that, she rolled her shoulders and yawned even though it wasn’t that early in the day, “Well, I need to go hunt down a energy drink spiked with enough caffeine to kill a horse. Nice meeting you Lee.” Vanessa turned without another word and walked off. Barry thankfully stayed behind, probably to talk to Lee about what he was supposed to be doing.
He waved goodbye absentmindedly, studying the wall some more. She should be the one to jump through it, not me. He listened to Barry yap on and on and he continued to formulate a plan.
"She's an amazing artist, ain't she?" Barry said smugly, crossing his arms in obvious pride. "She isn't that bad on the eyes, either."
"Mhm." Lee was barely listening.
(Is she a fan of Lee's MMA shit, or has she never heard of him before?)
(She’s heard of him, but she doesn’t really care about his MMA stuff. She just knows he’s a famous fighter and is good with that)
Sadly, she found no energy drinks in the gym and had to send one of the interns out to get one. She made sure to give him a few extra dollars for the trouble as she found a good place to sit -on top of a sturdy box that used to hold equipment- and watched the preparations unfold. Having Barry stay away from her at a music video shoot this long was a new record and she loved every moment of it. With her headphones back on, she just watched to see what would happen.
Lee stood up when the director called his name. A conversation was sparked between the two on the topic of the changes to the video. It lasted for maybe 15 minutes before the director gave a pleased grin and nodded.
"Vanessa," the director, Jay, called, "come hear this out."
Lee said the same this he had just told the director, which fleshed out the beginning of the video
(Have you seen the music video for Bad Guy?)
(Part of it, like the first part and my stupid phone won’t let me see the rest of it)
She groaned but stood up, walking over to the two of them and taking her headphones off somewhat reluctantly. The plan for the music video seemed pretty good from what was explained to her and she nodded, good with whatever. The intern appeared a few moments later and she soon had her energy drink, happily opening the can and starting on it. “Sounds like a plan, and I’ll just sit back and watch as you get this going.”
(Well, I was gonna have Lee be the dude that just hold's Billie Eilish's invisaliner and watches as the thrashes around)
(Found the rest of the video and I watched it! And ok that sounds good, just have one of them tell her she’s actually going to be in the video and then that can happen)