A/N: Hey, everyone! If you follow my twitter ( R5erTilTheEnd) you may have seen that I was brainstorming on a new fanfiction idea earlier tonight... Well, here is the first chapter of it. I really would like your feedback on how you think this story will go over (READ THE SUMMARY) even though it doesn't look too promising from the first chapter. ALSO, the sequel of Don't Let Me Go, which is titled I Was Already Gone, is in the making, and should be posted very, very soon. :) Thank you all so much! Lots of love. :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin&Ally nor am I associated with it in any way, shape, or form. I am not a writer, cast member, etc. I am also not associated with Disney.
Austin puts his face in his hands. It's just him and I left in the doctor's office... His parents, Trish, Dez, and the doctor had just walked out.
"Ally," he sighs, "I don't know what to do."
Honestly, I don't know what he should do either. The doctor had given us the news: Austin had nodules. If he had a procedure to remove them, his voice may be altered forever. If he chose to not have the procedure, he may never sing again. He needed to make a decision, and fast, because Jimmy Starr had offered him a record deal... If we could get a demo finished by next week. If Austin has no voice, he has no demo.
"Austin," I reply, "just go with your gut feeling." It's the only advice I can think of.
He takes his hands off of his face and looks at me with his chocolate brown eyes. "My gut feeling is to not get the procedure."
I swallow hard. If he doesn't get the procedure, his voice will probably never get better.
He shakes his head. "I know it sounds crazy. I'm just so afraid my voice will be altered. If my voice is altered, then... It's not really my voice. I'll have to teach myself to sing all over again, Ally. I can't do that. I would rather just suffer the consequences and take the chances."
Austin wouldn't even be having this problem if it weren't for Dez, Trish and I. We forced im to keep practicing on his demo last night, even when he was complaning about his throat hurting. Well, look how that ended up. I feel so guilty right now.
We leave the doctor's office and walk out to my car. I had drove him here.
"Where do you want to go?" I ask as I climb in to the driver's seat and he gets in the passenger's. "I don't know." He admits with a sigh. "Wanna just take me back to Sonic Boom? I kinda just wanna get home."
I just nod quietly and crank the engine with the car key. It's a short ride to Sonic Boom, where my father and I work, and also where Austin's car is parked. He steps out of my car wordlessly, and I'm about to assume he's not going to speak to me as I start heading for the doors of Sonic Boom. As I reach for the door, I hear his voice.
"Ally?" He says.
I turn around to see him with his hand on his car door handle.
"Yeah?" I reply.
He runs a hand through his platinum blonde hair. "Please just don't think this is your fault. I'm really sorry about all this. It was fun while it lasted, though."
My heart sinks. "So, you're not getting the procedure?"
He shakes his head. "No."
"There's still a chance that your voice will be okay." I point out, not really believing myself.
He gives me a weak smile. "No there's not, Ally."
"Then why not just get the procedure, Austin? You could save your voice..."
He holds up a hand to stop me. "We've already talked about this. I'm going to call Jimmy Starr when I get home and tell him that we can't get him his demo."
Now, I was beginning to get angry. How could he do this to himself? How could he just decide not to take chances? To break down the walls? It made no sense to me, honestly. And yet, I knew that if I were to be a good friend, I needed to support his decision. I was just afraid that maybe he was just in a depressed state and wasn't thinking straight.
"Just sleep on it, Austin. Don't call him yet. Go home, get a good night's sleep, and come see me in the morning. I'll be working. If you still feel the same way, we'll call him together."
He's about to oject, but then he looks thoughtful and finally nods. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Ally. Thanks for driving me today." With that, he gets in his car, starts the engine, and drives away.
"No problem." I murmur to myself. I pull open the door and walk in to Sonic Boom, where my dad was sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper. At this time of day, we never really had many customers.
He put the paper down when he saw me. "Hey, Ally." He said, "How did it go?"
I shake my head and lean against the counter. "Bad. Austin has nodules, and right now, he doesn't want to take the procedure he needs to get them removed because they may alter his voice."
Dad raises his eyebrows. "Will his voice get better without the proceure?" He asks.
I shake my head. "Highly doubt it. I mean, I don't know much about nodules... But I don't think they fix themselves."
He sighs. "I can't believe he doesn't want to try to fix it though. He has so much talent, just like yourself. And you two are such a great team."
I blush. "Thanks, dad. I have to support his decision, though. I told him to come here tomorrow morning after he gets a good night's rest so that we could talk about it."
Dad nods, dismissing the conversation. I head up to the practice room to play some piano and clear my mind.
My night is restless, because the guilt keeps coming back to haunt me. I'm happy when I check the alarm clock to see that it's time for me to start getting ready for work. I get up, hop in the shower, put on some clothes, curl my hair, and head down the stairs to the kitchen where dad has left me some bacon and eggs for breakfast. He always leaves for work before I do. I eat and drive to Sonic Boom, and am disappointed to see that Austin isn't already there.
"Calm down, Ally." I murmur to myself, "He probably isn't even awake yet."
After nearly four hours, I begin to doubt that he's even coming. I'm checking out a customer who's buying a guitar when I see him walk through the door. I wave, and he does the same to me. Once the customer had left, he walked my way.
"So," I say with a sigh, "have you made up your mind?"
He nods. "I'm not getting the procedure."
My heart sinks once again. I really was hoping that wouldn't be his answer.
He pulls out his phone. "Let's call Jimmy." He begins dialing the number before I stop him. "Wait, shouldn't we do this when Trish and Dez are with us?"
He looks thoughtful, but then shakes his head. "I would rather this just be you and me."
I'm curious as to why, but I say no more, because the phone is ringing.
"Hello?" Jimmy Starr answers.
"Hey, Jimmy. It's me, Austin Moon, and my partner, Ally Dawson. We've got some bad news..."
"Uh-oh, that's no good. What's the problem?"
"Well... I found out yesterday that I have nodules, and I've decided to not get the prodedure to have them removed. Which means I can't get you your demo. Which, I guess, means I can't have a shot at that record deal."
Jimmy Starr is silent for a few moments before answering. "Well that is a shame, Austin. I wish you the best, though. I hope things work out for you."
"Thank you for everything, Mr. Starr." I say.
"You two, too. You would have been great clients."
"Well, bye, Jimmy." Austin says before hanging up.
He frowns. "That was hard." He admits. I nod, and place my own hand over his. "It's going to be tough, Austin. I'm here for you, though. We can still write songs together."
He smiles at me. "Thanks, Ally... And, I want to help you get over your stage fright. There's no need to waste your talent."
I want to tell him that's exactly what he's doing himself, but I can't.
"I don't think I can do that, Austin." I say with a shrug. "We'll see, though."
Our conversation is interrupted as another customer approached the counter, unpurchased drumsticks in hand. Austin leaves the store, a slump in his shoulders. I honestly wish the past two days would have never happened.
A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed it. :) Let me know what you think! It may take me a while to post the next chapter, but I may not even post it unless I know that you guys like it. Review, favorite, and follow! :)