New story :) Woo hoo :) Just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Madchile1008. I love her so much :D

So a little about Kendall that you need to know: He dresses like Adam Lambert, acts like Gustavo, and has a personality like James. He's had a shitted-up past, and he used to date Logan, but now they're just BFFs. Umm... and yeah, he's like extremely gay and very dramatic :)

Don't Look Back, You've Come Too Far

'Are you sure you want to turn High School Musical into a Broadway musical Kendall?' Dak said, rocking back into his chair.

Kendall frowned, and looked up from putting on eyeliner. 'Why wouldn't I?'

'Maybe because it's already a musical?' Dak said, placing his feet on top of the desk.

'And that's a problem because?' Kendall said, putting away his eyeliner and looking over at Dak curiously.

'I don't know. I was thinking maybe something along the lines of Titanic or Twilight-'

'There are so many Broadway musicals for Titanic,' Kendall said, folding his arms. 'And how the hell am I supposed to make Twilight into a musical?'

'You're a director, Kendall. You need to make it happen.'

Kendall glared at Dak. 'You may be my manager when it comes to my music, but when it comes to directing, you're my advisor, Dak, not my boss. Auditions are tomorrow. I'm not going to change it now. We have over four hundred people already signed up to audition for Troy, and about two hundred for Gabriella. There are a little less for the other roles. And Camille's already re-written the entire play to fit the three shows into a two hour show. Logan already wrote all the different pieces for the musicians and Ralph's reviewed over a thousand applications for this musical. This is going to be huge, Dak. And now you want me to just cancel it and tell everyone to slap on some powder and fake teeth and pretend they're vamps?'

Dak sighed. 'Fine. You win this time. But I'm telling you, if this turns out to be a fail, don't blame me.'

Kendall got up. 'Whatever. Are you coming to the auditions tomorrow?'

'Can't. I have a date with a hottie in a water park tomorrow.'

Kendall laughed. 'Have fun. I'm going to get a long rest so I don't kill anyone tomorrow.'

Dak raised his eyebrows. 'As a major Broadway director, I still wonder how you didn't kill anyone yet.'

Kendall shook his head, and walked over to the door. 'That feat took over a hundred aspirins, coffee and a lot of chocolate.' He opened the door.

'Chocolate?' Dak said, amused.

Kendall smirked and disappeared through the door, probably to his bedroom, to prepare himself for a long day the next day.

...

'Please stop,' Kendall said, sounding on the verge of tears. The guy on the stage looked confused, until Camille told him to get off the stage.

When he left, Kendall dropped his head into his hands. 'This is so annoying! Everyone here is either terrible or annoying or both! Why do I have to do this? Why?'

Logan and Camille, who were on either side of Kendall, exchanged looks. It was always like this for every audition.

Camille sighed and gestured to the guy by the door. She could never remember his name. It was either Phil or Will. Or it was neither. 'Hey, you. The next person, please.'

As the guy disappeared to get the next person, Camille rubbed Kendall's back. 'You'll find the perfect person. Look, the next person is a Apollo Hunter. Maybe he's your next big star!'

Kendall looked at Camille disbelievingly. 'Apollo Hunter? What kind of fucking name is that?'

'The name doesn't matter, Kendall,' Logan piped in. 'What matters is that he could sing, okay?'

Kendall slumped into his chair as the guy walked in. Kendall refused to look at him, afraid that if he did, he'd be ugly and Kendall would want to blast him with a bazooka.

The guy started to sing, and Kendall's eyes popped. He was sounding like a fucking frog!

Kendall turned red. 'Get. Off. The. Fucking. Stage!' He yelled at the guy, banging his hands on the table to enunciate each word.

Logan gave Kendall a glass of water. 'Calm down, Kendall. There's over a hundred guys again to audition.'

Kendall's eyes grew wide sipping some water, then resting it on the stage. 'A hundred?' He groaned. 'Take out anyone who's under twenty five and over twenty.'

Logan quickly scanned through the list, crossing off names. 'I took off about twenty.'

Kendall sighed. 'Who's the next person?'

'Um... Barney Radford.'

'Hate that name. Next person.'

'Kendall, it's not about the name,' Camille said.

'I don't care. Next person.'

'James Diamond.' Logan said.

Kendall stroked his imaginary beard thoughtfully. 'Hmm... He sounds alright. Send him in,' he said to the guy by the door.

When he walked in, Kendall's jaw dropped. The guy was, well, hot. Kendall only hoped that now he could sing.

'Hi, James. What are you singing?'

Kendall looked over at Camille in surprise. That was the first time she asked anyone that. But as he saw the look on her face, he realized that she was awestruck by his beauty also.

'I'm singing Scream.'

Camille nodded, and Kendall met James' eyes right before he started to sing. He froze. He knew those eyes from somewhere, but trying to remember where would mean delving into his past, and that was not going to happen. The past was the past, and Kendall was going to leave it that way.

But Kendall couldn't stop the memories from coming. He shut off his mind, but they still surfaced, a boy holding his hand in the rain. And that was all. Kendall shoved it out with force, coming back to his senses, listening to the boy sing.

And his eyes popped. He was perfect, perfect! His voice was amazing, he was hot-

'Yup. We got our Troy,' Kendall said, with a sigh of relief.

Logan frowned. 'Are you sure? We don't even know if he could dance or act yet.'

'Logan, it says here on his application that he was Jack in the Titanic musical that the amazing Gustavo Rocque did. If Gustavo used him, then he's perfect for HSM,' Camille said.

Kendall nodded and looked over at James, who was singing his heart and soul out. 'You can stop now, Mr. Diamond.'

James nodded and placed the microphone back on the stand. 'So how was it?'

Kendall smiled. 'How would you like to date Gabriella Montez?'

A huge smile broke across James' face. 'So I got the part?'

'Definitely. You were amazing. Congrats.' Kendall said, looking everywhere but at the boy's face.

James walked off the stage happily, but Logan turned to Kendall and Camille with a frown.

'Are you sure that he was the right choice?'

Kendall shrugged, still fighting his memories away. 'Who cares? He's hot and he could sing.'

'But could he dance or act?'

Camille butted in. 'Logan, dear, if he acted in 'Gustavo's famous Titanic musical', then obviously he could act.'

Logan shrugged, conceding defeat.

A smile broke across Kendall's face. He motioned to the guy at the door. 'Girls for Sharpay's part now, please!'

Camille frowned. 'Sharpay?'

Kendall shrugged. 'I like Sharpay's character. Besides, I don't really care about Gabriella and you know that.'

Logan sighed and dropped his head into his hands. It was going to be a long day.

...

'It's... so... sad,' Kendall said as tears ran down his face as the girl on stage wailed terribly. Logan looked at him sympathetically, as he handed him a napkin. Kendall wiped his tears, frowning when the napkin became black.

'Fuck, of all days, I chose today to wear non-waterproof eyeliner. Camille, do you have any makeup?'

'Duh,' she said, digging in her bag and pulling out a large make up box.

Kendall opened it, eyes widening. 'Damn, girl. No wonder you always look like Carnival. Do you think gold eyeliner would look good on me?'

'Try the metallic green,' Logan said. 'It'll match your eyes.'

Kendall began to apply his eyeliner carefully.

'YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!' the girl on stage screamed.

Unfazed, Kendall told Camille, 'Please get her off the stage.'

Kendall didn't even notice that she'd left and another wailing girl had taken her place. He was too busy applying powder and mascara. When he had finished, he looked up and realized that the girl was finished, and she was looking at him expectantly.

Kendall entwined his fingers, resting his head on top of his hands. 'Listen-'

He turned to Camille expectantly. 'Her name's Jenny Tinkler.'

Kendall scoffed. 'Tinkler?'

Camille shrugged. 'Anyway, listen, Ms. Tinkler. I'm looking for someone who could sing, not a wailing cat. So please get off my stage.'

'But I'm a star!' she interjected.

'And I'm straight. Get the hell out or I'll kick your ass.'

Tears formed in the girl's eyes and she began to run off the stage. 'Hey wait,' Kendall said, and she stopped and turned, hope in her eyes. 'How does my makeup look?'

She frowned and began to cry harder, before disappearing through the door.

Kendall turned to Logan looking worried. 'Is my makeup that bad?'

'Kendall, do you have to be so mean?' Logan asked him, completely ignoring the blonde's question.

Kendall shrugged. 'At least I told her nicely. I didn't shout at her.'

'Comparing her to a wailing cat is not nice, it's insulting to the cat.'

Kendall laughed. Damn, he loved his friends. He gave Logan a big kiss on his cheek, before hugging him. 'I love you, Logan.' He said, ignoring the blush that tinted Logan's cheeks, and the way the boy's eyes shone.

'Guys, could we focus?' Camille asked, frowning.

'Aww, is Camille jealous?' Logan said, smirking.

'No, I'm not-' Her words were cut off when Kendall pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

When he let go, she rolled her eyes. 'Next person, Kendall?'

Kendall grimaced. 'How many more are there?'

'Just a little over a hundred.'

Kendall banged his head on the table. 'This is torture.'

'James is twenty-one. And Gabriella can't be older than Troy. So why don't we search for anyone who is twenty and twenty one?' Logan said thoughtfully.

Kendall considered it. 'Let's try that. It'll narrow it down a lot.'

'Wow. We have about thirty names left,' Camille said a little while after. 'Most of the females were either really old or just in their early twenties.'

'And take out any redheads.'

'What?' Camille asked Kendall, confused.

'Just do it.'

'Ugh. You spoiled brat. Fine.' She began to search through the list again, crossing off names. 'There we go. Twenty six names left.'

Kendall smiled. 'Good.' He rubbed his hands together. 'Let's do this. Give me a name and their stats.'

'Josephine Taylor. Age 21, originally brunette, brown eyes, average height, went to Julliard and graduated with an acting degree, and usually sings in her mom's bar or to her showerhead. And she could play guitar.' Logan said, scanning through her application.

'What colour is her hair now?' Kendall asked.

'What?' Logan said, confused.

'You said that she was originally a brunette. What colour is her hair now?'

'Oh. She's blond now.'

'Ah. A girl after my own heart,' Kendall said, being a brunette-turned-blond himself. 'Let's hear her.'

'Josephine Taylor. Number 78,' Camille said to the guy by the door.

When she walked in, Kendall said, 'Well at least she's not hideous.'

And she wasn't. She was really very pretty. And when she began to sing, Kendall turned to Camille and smiled. 'She's perfect!'

After she finished, Kendall jumped over the table and ran to the stage, holding the girl by her waist and bringing her down on the ground. He pulled her into a large hug. 'I love you so much. Do you want to be my girlfriend?'

'Kendall, you're gay,' Camille said, rolling her eyes at the over-dramatic Kendall.

'Whatever.' Kendall pouted. 'D'you wanna date Logan?'

'I'm gay, Kendall,' Logan said, folding his arms, and waiting for Kendall to finish his little act.

'Ugh, you guys are sooo unsupportive! You wanna date Camille?'

'I'm not gay,' Camille said, and Josephine looked flustered, and very confused.

'Um, so do I get the part?' she asked shyly.

'Of course! You're amazing!' Kendall said happily. 'And you've just narrowed down my job so
much. Thank you, Ms. Taylor.'

'You can call me Jo,' she said, smiling at the hyperactive Kendall.

'Well Jo, you just made my day.' He kissed her on the cheek and she blushed.

Kendall walked back over to the table. 'Okay. Let's get Gabby!'

...

'Lucy Stone, 21. Acted as a rocker-chick in a few shows, worked with Gustavo, and was on iCarly as Carly's look-alike. She has black hair with red streaks, originally brunette, oh, and get this,' Logan said looking up at Kendall. 'She was Rose in Gustavo's second famous Titanic musical re-enactment . James performed in the first one, she was in the second.'

Don't think about James.

Kendall looked over at Camille a smile on his face. 'She sounds perfect for that rocker-chick Gabriella you were going for, doesn't she?'

Camille agreed, and Kendall summoned the guy at the door.

'Hey-' Kendall paused, and the boy would've rolled his eyes, but he was deathly scared of both Kendall and Camille.

'William,' he said, glancing at Logan, who normally would've been the only one there to remember his name, but the brunet was preoccupied reading an application form in front of him.

'Right. William, get number 157 in the girl's auditions for Gabriella.'

William nodded, and walked out the door to call the girl. Kendall clasped his fingers together and waited patiently until a pleasant young girl walked in, with glasses perched on her nose. Kendall frowned, looking over at Camille, who looked confused as well.

'Excuse me, are you Lucy Stone?' Camille asked, leaning forward.

The girl nodded and Kendall glanced at her form. 'You don't look like a girl who would've played a rocker-chick before.'

'I'm staying at my parents this weekend,' she said, her face expressing her disgust. 'I had to get rid of my streaks, and get used this shit,' she said mournfully tugging at her curly brown locks.

Kendall looked over at Camille. 'I like her,' he said, then, to Lucy, he said, ' Okay, shoot. Let's hear your voice.'

She began to sing, and her beautiful voice made even Logan look up from the paperwork. He looked over at Kendall, nodding. 'She's good. We have to use her.'

Kendall was impressed. Logan rarely commented on people's singing, and when he did, he made them count.

'It says here also she could play guitar. We could have a solo piece in the end with Gabriella and Troy,' Logan continued, excitedly.

Kendall looked over at Camille who nodded her approval.

'Stop.' Kendall said, and when the girl did, he peered her. 'Do I look good, Lucy?'

She smiled. 'You look hot,' she said, emphasizing the last word.

Kendall threw his hands up in the air. 'I love this girl!' He looked over at her. 'Welcome to the club, Lucy.'

When she left, Kendall called the guy at the door again. 'Hey Willis-'

'My name's William,' William said, internally groaning.

'Of course it is, Winchester. Get rid of all extra Troys, Sharpays and Gabriellas. I think we've got our three leads.'

William frowned. 'But Kendall- Sir, shouldn't you give everyone a fair chance?' He interjected, immediately regretting it.

Kendall glared at William with an icy stare, making the boy shrink back. 'Listen here, Winston. I don't care about fair chances. I care about getting what I want, and so far, I have gotten what I wanted. So, go tell those assholes outside to get the hell out of my theatre grounds, or I will go outside, personally invite all of them inside here, including you, then burn the place to the ground with y'all inside of it, and roast marshmellows in the fire. Capiche?'

William swallowed, hard. He nodded quickly, and ran to the door, tripping over his own feet.

Kendall grinned evilly, then got up, stretching. 'Okay. See ya in a few hours, kiddos,' he said to Logan and Camille.

They both shot out of their seats immediately.

'Where the hell do you think you're going?' Logan said, crossing his arms.

I'm going to rest my mind, and not think about my past, or why James feels so familiar to me.

Kendall smiled. 'I'm going to take a break. Both of you will choose Taylor, Chad and Ryan. Yay for you. I need a rest from all this shit.'

'You're not going anywhere, Kendall. You started this shit, you're going to finish it.' Camille motioned to Logan, and the two blocked his pathway between the theatre seats and the table.

Kendall sighed, and looked around. He considered jumping over the seats, but then he'd soil the seats. Crawling under the table wasn't an option because he didn't want to ruin his expensive Louis Vuitton jacket and pants. And he wasn't jumping over the table because he'd done that once, and he'd felt like he'd pulled a muscle.

He looked between Logan and Camille and at their angry faces, and slowly formulated a plan in his head. He needed to get out of there immediately or else something bad might happen.

He turned to Logan, moving slowly closer to the boy, and he stiffened. He placed a hand on Logan's cheek, running a thumb across his lips.

'Remember when I used to do that, Logan?' Kendall whispered, and Logan nodded slowly. Camille was saying something behind them, but Kendall and Logan were in their own bubble.

Kendall leaned down, and he could see the want in Logan's eyes, and he couldn't believe that after all these years, even after Kendall broke his heart as a teenager, that Logan still liked him.

Logan's eyes drifted shut, and Kendall moved his right foot forward, using it to move Logan's left foot backward.

He allowed his lips to brush Logan's, and desire emanated from the boy's body. Kendall forced himself to no think about what he was doing, and just did it without thinking.

Making Logan walk backwards, with his lips hovering over the brunet's, he felt Logan's lips quiver. The boy knew what Kendall was doing, but he couldn't draw away. The desire had consumed him.

Soon, he was free, and he broke away from Logan, turning away, but not before seeing the hurt etched in the boy's face and eyes.

Camille glared at him, and began to shout things at him, telling him to get the hell back, that this was his job. But she didn't understand. No one did. Except Logan, and then Kendall had just broken his heart.

He forced all his thoughts out of his head, he forced all emotions out of his body. He convinced himself he didn't care about anyone. This is what he was now. He flipped Camille off and walked to his car, ignoring the crowd outside, jumping in and telling the driver to carry him to the nearest Starbucks. He needed coffee. He needed it to clear his head. Because all that was stuck in head was Logan's hurt face, and the little memory of the boy holding his hand in the rain.

I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now. So I hope you like it! Review?

Chelzi