Today was the day House was going to realize his dreams.
He was ashamed of his secret so he only told his bestest best friend James Wilson because he needed someone to accompany him for moral support. Everyone else who was going to be there had their significant other so House figured he should bring his boyfriend.
As they stood together in line waiting for hours, House grew wary and weary. But he had to perservere. Mel Gibson had come to him in an odd hallucinatory dream telling him so. There were army helmets and mud too, but the gist of the message was to perservere. Yes yes! He would prevail! The elusive message from Gibby was keeping him going almost as much as Jimmy's affectionate hand on his ass. He was a grabby little Jimmy, but House didn't mind.
Finally House found himself next to go. His number was about to be up.
"Jimmy," he cooed in his lover's ear, "I'm so afraid."
Wilson offered no words of wisdom in return, the hold on his bottom grew firmer and it was more than any words could do.
Suddenly, someone burst out of the doors in tears in front of him. The crybaby was enveloped in a hug by his supporter who could be heard saying "It's ok Kitten. They just don't understand you." House shuffled his feet, straightened his collar as he headed toward the door unfazed by his predecessor's seemingly negative run in.
"Here goes nothing"
"I'll see you on the other side," Wilson said momentarily freeing House of his vice grip to gently grasp his hand.
House sprinted through the doors and found himself face to face with the three people of his nightmares, but the three very people who could make his dreams come true.
"Welcome to American Idol," the black judge on the end said.
The weird foreigner on the other end just rolled his eyes while the brunette between the two of them batted her eyelashes at House and knew instantly she was falling for him.
House cleared his throat and knew this was his moment to shine. This is what dreams were made of.
He opened his mouth and his soul poured out:
"Here's the thing We started out friends It was cool, but it was all pretend Yeah, yeah, since you been gone"
"Look, would you please stop?" the foreigner interrupted.
House was caught off guard.
"Yeah Chase is right, do you realize that's a female vocal part?" blackie asked rudely
"What you don't think men and women deserve equal rights Eric? I think we should give him a chance to finish his song..."
"Cameron, you're only saying that because you've fallen in love with him already."
"Not again," Chase groaned, "Do you have to fall in love with every charity case of a singer that walks through the door? This is American Idol not I Can't Sing Idol"
While the three judges argued amongst themselves, they failed to notice the contestant slip out the door.
Wilson too failed to notice House slip past him.
House sped quickly to the cloakroom. He collapsed to the ground and emptied his pill bottle down his throat.
They had their chance to hear him sing and they'd ruined it for everyone.
"Since I been gone" he sang sorrowfully and waited for his life to slip from him.
The End!