Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Prologue

"You're fired."

Jirou blinked twice. "Excuse me sir, I don't think I heard you correctly-"

"I said you're fired," He replied, giving a tired sigh. "Listen up, you're a great person but I just don't think you're suited for this job."

"But it's the only job I have-" She said softly, her voice cracking.

"I know, I'm really sorry about this," He said apologetically, handing her a sealed white envelope. "Here's your last paycheck. I wish you the best of luck in finding a new job."

Jirou slowly nodded, her brain still processing what had happened. Her hand was shaking as she took the envelope from his hand before picking up her bag from the floor. She walked out of the building in silence. Now I'm officially a jobless, 23-year-old lady in need of paying off my apartment's rent before I end up on the streets. How fun. She felt the liquid pooling in her eyes, but she rubbed them with back of her hand. Even though she felt frustrated as hell, now wasn't the time to cry over it. Finding a new job was her top priority. 

She took her phone out of the purse and called one of her closest friends, Momo Yaoyorozu. It began to ring, the noise piercing her eardrums irritatingly. A few moments later, she picked up.

"Hello Kyouka, what is it?"

"Hey Yaomomo, I uh, got fired from my job," She sighed as she stood on the city sidewalk, watching cars zoom by.

"Oh dear, that's terrible! If you ever need a place to stay you can always come to my place. Feel free to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, I think I'm fine for now. Just wanted to let you know."

The call ended, and Jirou pulled a pair of earbuds out of her purse. She plugged it into her phone before plugging them into her ears and turning on some music. It helped calm her down, making her feel at ease.

Cars honked on the city streets, the exhaust causing Jirou to wrinkle her nose. She hated the smell of gasoline. As she hurried across the sidewalk, she spotted a paper fluttering in the wind, the top taped to a lamp post. What caught her eye was the symbol of an electric guitar in the corner. She walked over to the post and ripped the paper off, her heart pounding.

Lead singer needed.

Below that was an address and a description- it was a band called Plus Ultra looking for a lead singer. I can sing okay, I guess, Jirou thought. She decided she'd head over to the address later and give it a try. It was risky, but it was a risk she was willing to take. After all, she couldn't just pass on an opportunity like this...