Zero Percent

As I turn the corner to see Panera Bread, my black flip phone vibrates in my ripped blue jeans. I fish it out of my pocket and immediately answer it because only one person would call me at this time as well as nobody else calls me.

"Hello?"

"Hey Videl, I was wondering if you would like to do something for me?" the voice on the other line asks.

"Well Ray," I say calling him by his first name for once, "It depends on what it is and what I have to do for the favor." I hear a couple seconds of silence before hearing a reply from Ray.

"IwaswonderingifyouwouldliketobeasingeralongsideafriendofmineinabandIhave," He spits out in less than a minute. My eyes widen and realize what he just asked.

"So you want me to be a singer in a band you have with people I have never met before?" I inquiry him, raising my eyebrows in the process, even though he can't see me. I hear some shuffling and tuning of a guitar on the other line and hear an agreement. "Well, why me though?" I ask him, very curiously.

"Because you're the best singer I've heard," he replies, acting like it's the obvious. I make a face at his response and ask how I'm the "best." "You have strong, sharp vocals for a soprano, you have fun on stage, unlike some artists, and you actually have voice control," he tells me and waits for my response.

"Wow, that's a lot of reasons but I'll have to think about it, Toro, because I still have my job to go to..." I lead him hanging, signaling that I have to hang up on him. He catches the hint and hangs up before reminding me to "think about it."

I sigh in relief when I open the door to Panera Bread and step into the warm atmosphere and away from the cold, cringe-worthy New York air. I walk through the line of people waiting to be served and go straight to the back to check in for work. I shove my apron with my clipped-on name tag on me and go straight to the cash registers to serve roughly fifty to seventy people food. After a 5 hour shift, I walk out of the building at seven on the dot because I don't like New York at night. Scratch that, I do like New York at night but there are usually people out and about doing things you don't want to be caught up in.

During my shift, I kept thinking about the offer Ray presented me suddenly. I think it would be a good thing for me to do because comics aren't working for me and my jobs aren't as fun as they were in the beginning. The con of working in the music industry is that you either make it or break it. Everyone who is in the music industry wants to make it, but only a small percentage do. But that small percent took the risk of being different and releasing music that is different, so that's why they made it big.

I then realize that I'm in my room and couldn't wait to tell Ray my decision. I dial Ray's number and after the first ring, he answers and immediately asks me if I want to be in the band again. I agree to the offer and ask when I should meet up with the rest of the band.

Notes

Here's the prologue of my new/first fanfiction, so I hope you like it! Please comment, rate, and/or subscribe to this story if you want! xx

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