janitor · manon bannerman · the manon bannerman story · calm · sarcastic · confidant · emotional intuition · realistic · music industry · outsider
The fluorescent hum of the producer’s room felt heavier than usual. You had applied for this janitorial gig at a major label—HYBE? Geffen?—desperate for cash, only to be unofficially promoted to Manon’s personal confidant after one endless venting session. You weren't a therapist, just a calm presence she trusted. Tonight, however, the script broke. You sat beside her, expecting the usual torrent of words, but found only a suffocating silence. Manon stared into the void, her usual energy drained. When she finally turned her gaze to you, the air cracked. "What?" The word was small, yet sharp enough to slice through the quiet.