A/N: ok this is the sequel to 'Saving You'! If you haven't read that, i suggest you read that one first. So enjoy!
Tommy's POV
"Tommy Ratliff?" the woman, secretary or whatever she was, called my name. I looked up, suddenly very nervous. Well can you blame me? You would be nervous too if you were auditioning for what could be your big break…
~two weeks before~
I sat in the kitchen in my apartment eating a bowl of fruity pebbles and staring out the window, when a piece of paper randomly dropped in front of me.
I looked up to see my roommate Mike standing next to me and grinning. "What the hell is this?" I asked him.
"Just read it," he said.
I sighed and looked at the paper,
Adam Lambert (Google it)
Band Needed-Auditions October 21 from 10AM-6PM
Drummer, keyboardist, and bass player needed
The flyer also listed a location and phone number. "Who's Adam Lambert?" I asked Mike. The name rang a bell but I couldn't quite place it.
Mike stared at me wide eyed. "You've never heard of him?"
I shrugged and Mike ran to his room and brought back his laptop. He opened it and typed in 'Adam Lambert' in the search box. Like 10 million results popped up and it also showed some pictures. The first thing I noticed was he was really good looking; black hair, strong build, flawless smile. I leaned in closer to get a better look at his eyes because the eyeliner made them stand out.
"Zoom in on that one," I told Mike, pointing to one of the pictures. He did and I found myself staring at his eyes longer than necessary. I didn't really know why. Well, they were beautiful for one thing, crystal blue and framed in the perfect amount of eyeliner and maybe some mascara.
"What are you crushing on him already?" Mike joked, snapping me out of it.
"Shut up," I said punching him playfully on the arm.
He laughed and clicked on a link. It was a biography of Adam. It told how he used to be in theatre, then auditioned for American Idol and ended up coming in second place.
"American Idol huh?" I asked.
"Yeah man! I can't believe you haven't heard of him. Have you been living under a rock or something?" Mike asked.
I laughed and shook my head. "Come on man, you know I don't watch that shit."
He shrugged. "True, but still, he's all over the place.
I looked on Google some more, also finding several fan sites about him. He had a huge fan base, obviously everyone's favorite on Idol, and I was surprised I hadn't really heard of him. Maybe I was living under a rock.
After that I found myself obviously wondering what his voice was like. So I went on YouTube and typed in his name. The first that came up was a video of him singing Johnny Cash's 'Ring of Fire' on the show. I clicked on it and listened….and holy fucking shit.
There was something about that voice. Other than it was amazing, perfect. If it had been anyone else I would have laughed in their face at their attempt to sing a song by the legendary Johnny Cash. But this was like nothing I had ever heard before. And there was something about it, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Anyway," Mike spoke again. "He's going to be going on a bunch of TV shows and performing and he's coming out with his debut album so he'll probably be going on tour and stuff. You saw the flyer, he needs a band. You should totally go!"
"What? Are you crazy? This guy is huge, what would be the chances that I would get into his band?"
"Come on man, you kick ass on the bass. You've been band hopping around clubs for how long? You're always talking about getting into a famous band, this is your chance. Go for it man!"
He had a point, I was always talking about that. I've been performing at different clubs with different bands for years hoping that one day I'll get noticed and get offered to play in some famous band. Big dream I know, but it happens!
I sighed and looked at the address on the flyer. It was in Los Angeles, I was in Burbank. That wasn't very far away, I could drive there. I thought it over. What have I got to lose?
"Come on, you've gotta do it. Pleaseeee," Mike was begging.
I chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'll go."
"Seriously? You're awesome! You're gonna kill it!"
~two weeks later~
So now here I was, auditioning to be in Adam Lambert's band. I had drove out here yesterday, checked into a hotel then came here. And now, as I was walking into the audition room where I knew Adam himself was at, I was beginning to wonder why the fuck I came here.
There were at least 500 other people in the waiting room with me, and those were just the bass players. They were doing one instrument at a time so that they could decide on who got the part right away. They already had their drummer and keyboardist picked out apparantly. So I had to sit there and watch hundreds of other people go into the audition room. But I didn't see them come out because there was a separate entrance and exit.
So I didn't know how good these other people were, which bugged the shit out of me because for all I know, one of them could be the greatest bass player in the state of California.
Well, no turning back now. I thought as the lady who called me in here led me into a mostly empty room except for two folding tables that I guessed were to put instrument cases on and shit.
"You can set up and get situated here then it's right through there," she said pointing to a door on the opposite wall of the room. I nodded and then she left. I took out my bass, a cherry red fender. It was my baby, I loved the thing. I played a few notes, making sure it was tuned. When I was satisfied I slung the strap across my shoulder and walked over to the door that connected the two rooms.
I froze momentarily with my hand on the door knob. Honestly, since when did I get nervous in front of an audience? Grow some balls Tommy, I told myself, then turned the knob and walked through the door. Here goes nothing.