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Zero Laid The Pizza Box Onto The Table, And Opened The Box Up. He Sat Two Plates Down, And Grabbed A Slice. I Did As Well, And Took My First Bite.
As I Chewed, Zero Snuck A Few Glances At Me. I'm Flattered, But All Of This Is Just Business.
"So, What's With Your Name?" I Asked.
Zero's Face Went Completely Blank. Sensitive Topic, I Guess. It's Just A Name Though.
"Like You Said Before, It's Personal." He Commented.
Now, Everything Got All Awkward. We Ate In Silence, Until I Stood Up.
"So, Where Is The Studio?" I Asked.
Zero Wiped His Hands On His Pants, And Stood Up. He Motioned For Me To Follow, And I Was Right Behind Him. He Opened The Door, And I Couldn't Believe My Eyes.
"Wow." Was All I Could Get Out Of My Mouth.
Zero Smiled, And Opened The Booth. He Held My Hand To Guide Me Inside With Him. He Placed Headphones Over My Head, And Gave Me A Thumbs Up.
"What Am I Doing?" I Asked, Feeling Stupid With The Question.
"Doing What You Do Best. Sing."
I Tapped My Headphones.
"No Music, Or Lyrics." I Stated.
Zero Smiled.
"Exactly. Sing From Your Heart."
I Took A Deep Breath.
***
I Slid My Headphones Off, And Placed Them Around The Microphone Stand. Zero Began To Clap As I Exited The Booth.
"That Was Excellent." He Complimented As He Stood Up.
"Thank You."
Zero Began To Tweak A Few Buttons On The Mixing Board, And My Voice Blared Out Of The Speaker. Some Music Went Along With It Too. I Covered My Mouth In Shock. My Voice Sounds So Different On A Speaker.
"Oh My God, It Sounds Amazing." I Stated.
Zero Clicked It Off.
"It'll Sound Better, Once I Work It Out More." He Said. "For Now, We Gotta' Get Some Rest."
I Looked At The Time On My Watch. It's Two O'Clock In The Morning. Time Flies When You're Doing Something You Love.
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