Given A Chance [Fanfic Of Chance The Rapper]

Chapter 1: Introduction

Ugh! Being a song writer in this day and age is so hard... Everyone willing to pay you just wants songs that sound like the next person. Yet we're so different, huh?

I sigh and lay my head on my desk desperately wanting to scream and pitch a fit with anyone that crosses me the wrong way. My not so lovely Co worker Angelia struts into my office scantily clad in "office regulation acceptable clothing"... Imagine Betty Bop with bigger cleavage and worse make up.

A: Hello, Dymond... *sneers*

Me: Hi Angelia. Did you need something?

A: I came to give you something.

Me: *mutters* A headache...?

A: *cackles* Not yet. I haven't messed with everyone else first. I save you for last.

Me: Lovely. Anywho, what's up?

A: My son had an extra ticket to a concert for some guy Chance Rapper or something and knowing that you're a little young hipster girl I thought you would like it. In exchange for giving my son your number.

Me: *laughs* You realize I'm a year OLDER than him, right?

A: I don't approve of it either, but he has, interesting, tastes. Any way, here you go. Write your number on a card and leave it on my desk. Ta ta dahling.

Me: Goodbye Angelia.

I stared at that ticket mentally screaming my head off. Chance The Rapper? My number one favorite in the current game? My screen saver and home screen on my phone? My fictional husband in my I? OF COURSE I WANTED IT. But, dealing with Michael Angelo Du'Pointe was going to really be a challenge.

I thought on it harder then sighed as I scribbled my number down and dropped it on Angelia's desk while I left for lunch.

Speaking of the devil, Michael ran into me, literally, while I was walking to go grab some food.

M: HEY DYMOND! What's up with you?

Me: Ouch! That's definitely my face you smacked into idiot! Oh, uhm, hey Mike. I'm okay, busy tho. Short lunch today.

M: Really? That sucks. Want me to buy?

Me: It's fine, I got it. Thank you tho.

M: No problem. So can I kiss your face and make it better?

Me: Bye Michael.

M: Bye Dymond.

I sigh and walk into the café and check my IG. I nearly scream as I see my notification for my new follower, Chance The Rapper.