I'm Nightingale, Night for short. And I'm a 25 year old P.A. Well just starting out really. I'm looking for anything really. As long as I have enough money to pay my bills at the end of the month and put food on my table, I really don't care what job I have.
During my spare time I love to perform hence why I didn't hesitate when Seth asked me to sing tiny dancer. But what surprised me was the fact he asked for my number. Why? Did he have a job for me? That would be nice of him. I live not to far from Hollywood Boulevard. Its exspencive living and it doesn't help it being hard to find a job either.
But somehow I manage to get by.
After I arrive home and I've settle back down I put on my TV and relax. All day I binge watch Criminal Minds. Again I get lost in time and before I know it, it's 7pm and time for me to make my dinner.
I'm in the middle of making myself a fry up
Consisting of:
~Bacon.
~Eggs.
~Sausages.
~Baked Beans.
~Hash Browns.
~Potato Waffles.
When my phone begins to ring.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
I answer the phone.
ME: Hello?
SETH: Miss. Quinn?
ME: Speaking.
SETH: It's Seth MacFarlane. I was just wondering if you were still looking for a job?
ME: I am indeed.
SETH: Well I'd like to offer you an interview. How does that sound?
ME: That sound fantastic! *A smile beams across my face.*
SETH: Great. So if we say the FOX studios at 6am if you get the job you will start there and then. Is that OK?
ME: That's sounds perfect. Thank you so much Sir this means so much.
SETH: I will see you tomorrow. Get some sleep. Oh before you go. You have a brilliant voice.
ME: Thank you Sir.
SETH: Good night. Miss. Quinn.
ME: Good night.
The phone call ends and I have no clue what has just happened. I forget about my food completely and get snapped out of my daze by the smoke alarm.
"Shit!" I hustle and begin to waft away the smoke. I open a window and waft the smoke out and turn off my alarm.
I eat what wasn't burnt, wash my dishes and head to bed. Settling in bed has always been a challenge for me as I have insomnia. It's at its worst when I'm excited for something the next day. For example I can't sleep the day before my birthday or I can't sleep on Christmas eve. Those are when it's at is worst. Some days I'll be surviving on 2 hours sleep. Others I'd be surviving on 12 hours. And the worst is surviving on no sleep at all.
I try to settle and relax to my surprise it actually works this time and I can't wait to see what tomorrow entails.
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The Voice of Reason.
FanfictionWhen Night is walking through the city centre she comes across a man playing her favourite song on the piano in the street and she cant help but sing along. Little did she know that that man was non other than Seth MacFarlane a man of many extraordi...
