Disclaimer: The Royals are owned by Loinsgate and by E network sadly not by me. No copyright intended. Inspired to write this story by the sheer love of Elizabeth Hurley's adorable son Damian. I know he would love to be apart of the show and since the writers haven't done it yet, I will. Keeping in mind that I do not know Damian personally so anything in this story is simply fictitious. His last name will be changed.
Backround: This takes place just before the twins will be turning 14.
Lyrics Belong To Todrick Hall It Gets Better
Damian's p o v
Vortex a region in which the flow rotates around the axis-line. Yup that would describe how my stomach was operating at the present moment. If the butterflies were the axis than the vomit that was building up was the vortex. Trying everything I could think of to loosen these nerves I went from jumping up and down excising my neck, arms, legs. Warming up my voice, stretching, listening to music. Nothing worked I didn't understand it either why was I so frigging nervous? This wasn't my first time preforming live.
I've been doing this for years I grew up in this church, yet here I was shaking like a newborn baby kitten sweating like a bull in the summer heat. Feeling nauseated like a kid who spent too much time spinning on a merry go round. "Relax D-Man you got this mate" Turning to face my best friend since forever I let out a deep shaky breath seeing Lavinia Bryant smiling at me. How was she so calm? She hasn't even been preforming as long as I have, she just started a little less than a year ago. Yet she was posing for selfies checking her cute self out in her cell phone screen as she smiled pouted her lips and did all those girlie things girls do. Fluffing her bangs of long red hair which today was braided and rolled up into a French bun. Her checks were a rosy pink in color her beautiful eyes light green. While I probably looked pale and sickly all from nerves. I could just see the caption now as she pulled me to her with her arm wrapped around my shoulders snapping another selfie.
She looked flawless from her navy blue skirt to her white blouse and blue blazer not that I was checking her out cause I wasn't she's been my best friend since I was three. Still I am a thirteen year old boy and I notice pretty girls. It was ironic though that the one with the less experience here was calm and collected and the one with years of it was now pacing the room. Trying not to look outside the curtain to the 2,000 plus people filling up our church's pews.
Deep breath Damian take a deep breath. So many people from older generational members like Mr. Scott Johnson and his wife Lucy they never had kids but they were so devoted to the church that they considered every kid that passed through these walls to be one of theirs, In truth it was pretty amazing. I mean just looking around I could see the different generations all inspired in one way or another by them. Mrs. Kelly who is forty-nine now she was in and out of Juvie as a kid she came from a broken home and was on her way to jail for a long time before Mrs. Scott stepped in and took an interests in her.
Buying her new clothes helping her to study she was the one who discovered the dyslexia she helped her to learn how to deal with the disability she had the patience love and dedication that no one else had for her. Because of her Mrs. Kelly went to college and got her bachelors degree in teaching she learned how to play the piano and is now our leading organist. She got married three years ago to a nice fellow who owns a hardware store now they have two sons Jamie who's a year and Jake who's five months.
There's JT Jameson who's thirty his family had little money growing up his dad was in the service he was often picked on and wasn't able to defend himself. Mr. Scott would pick him up on Saturdays and take him to boxing he taught him discipline and strength which helped him improve his inner strength. He didn't use it to fight but he used it to build himself up his new confidence let him explore his other interests like running and English. He went on to earn top grades in college and is now a journalist in Israel, he volunteers at a school over there to help kids with their physical fitness program.
Mrs. Katz who's forty-three she learned to love God because of them she found the strength to get free of an abusive relationship and found love with a decent hardworking man who devoted his life to loving her right, now they have three kids Sam 19, Julia 14, Aidan 11 and a granddaughter Ava their raising them through the church. Old members mixed with new members and even a few non-members, I recognized some kids from my old school like Brett who was one of the stars of the football team. I can't say I ever got on well with him I mean were not enemies but I don't consider him a mate either. Jane who's one of the popular kids and made my life a bloody nightmare for the last three years always calling me an anorak. She was with three of her friends Sally, Marge and Carly I kind of liked Carly she was pretty and treated everyone decent.
Dear god if I screwed up everyone would know within hours. Don't screw up Damian. Keep yourself calm. Who cares what they say you know you got something special it's why you've worked your butt off for the last thirteen years. Jane's just whacked she doesn't know you or your talent. Lavinia elbowed me as the rest of the choir lined up.
Our Choir teacher Mrs. Park lined us up taking a head count my eyes traveled to her she's beautiful long black hair blue eyes 5'8 probably no more than 100 lbs. Chill man this isn't about girls although their a nice distraction from these nerves. "Jeez "Lavinia what the bloody hell?" Stumbling I caught myself on Emmie Moseley's sleeve causing her to yelp as I tried not to fall when Lavinia jumped on my back. Her grin caused me to laugh letting go of my anger, even as a few kids snickered. "Well I got those nerves to loosen up" "Not funny mate not funny" "Yeah it kind of is relax mate D' you can do this Damian, I don't think your even nervous about this I think your scared about tomorrow" "Quite Lavinia, Damian line up" I wasn't even talking this time!
Pastor Werner ended his sermon making me hustle to get up and line up with everyone as we filed out to fill up the stands on top of the stage. The music started my eyes adjusted to the bright lights as I took a few deep breaths wow there were a ton of people here.
What did she mean I was nervous about tomorrow? Why should I be nervous? I mean I was only starting one of the most prestigious preforming arts school in all of England. No reason to be nervous. Looking around I tried to find my spot to focus on I found it always helped me to have something to stare at and not the eyes glued to me the mouths whispering about me. My mum surprise wasn't there probably to busy working to say her lack of support hurt would be an understatement but I could do this I was doing this for her so she could have an easier life. Once I had my training once I had my chance. I could make enough money so she could retire and be comfortable but to get there I had to work and that meant preforming with everything I had to prove I deserved my place at Herefordshire International School For the Preforming Arts.
Deep breath I stepped forward as my solo came up the minute I opened my mouth everything stopped the doubts, fears, nervous tension, worry, anxiety it all melted away as soon as I focused on the lyrics and the music.
Maybe today seems cloudy and Grey, Hey you wondering who you are, saying
So full of sorrow and tomorrow seems so far away
But it gets better, it gets better, yeah
I know the world keeps throwing you strife,
But keep on strutting down this yellow brick road
called life
Cause it gets better, it gets better, yeah
There's something wrong here, I don't belong here
Hey you don't you know you've come so far
When there's no one to run to
I'll always love you
They were right today may seem kind of messed up but tomorrow is a new day and it's not that far away I just have to hold on and know I can do this.
Re-uploading because I received a review it was too hard to read. So I hope this helps while I appreciate reviews. I also appreciate people doing so in a kind way not in an attempt to tear the writer down, this is after all suppose to be for fun not trying to win a noble price.