Granted, you were really gonna get killed one of these days due to how reckless you were, but who cares about that? You never were one to take traditional routes after all. Finding a street musician reminded you of how you had wanted somebody to co-produce videos with, and surely a stranger on the street was perfect for the job, right?
Aka my crappy youtuber au reader fic. Fair warning, the reader is named, has a personality, backstory, etc. She's not a blank slate.