But, I Can't Sing

"That was a banger show, man." Freddie walks in first. His mop of black hair frames somewhat crooked Israeli features. Dark eyes are blown wide as he looks over to see you.
"Hey, (Your Name), You were awesome out there! Who knew a little thing like you could scream so well." Alexis nods her head and Lenny sticks his thumbs out in a childish gesture better fit for a small boy. He's ginormous, tattoos of steampunk screws and nails fill in the gaps of blood red inked roses. The first rose blooms on the top of his right hand, the last underneath the left side of his jaw. His features are hard and German. Ginger hair complements light blue eyes. Lenny is awesome and has always been your favorite. You smile at him and he smiles back that kind soul-searching smile.
Ramos darts a look between the two of you and can tell you're going to be great friends.
"Let's get down to business guys. I want to make a proposition to, (Your Name), here." You perk up instantly at those words and lean forward a little bit. "Lately we've been lacking an element in the band. Our last backup singer, Paul, quit due to trouble with his wife. I was really impressed with you tonight and would be honored if you would join us."
You're shell shocked. This is amazing! You open your mouth and speak the word that will change your life...
"Yes."
End Of Story