Welcome to the Prequel of 'The Christian and The Irish Lad' – this is my VERSION of events! Hopefully you all enjoy this 3 I am so tired and so completely out of ideas, so I propose a sleep in for me, sometime, whenever I can find time :'( For now, this is just going to be a one-shot. If you want more, let me know and attach some ideas.
Cameron Mitchell was crazed, as he continually re-checked his guitar strings. Today of all days, he had to suffer the extreme paranoia that one of the strings would break. Of course this bizarre fear fed into the many consequences of the strings breaking, making the panic much more deranged and uncontrollable. He played with the strings, before quickly drawing his fingers back. Playing with them would not help control his unexplainable fear, taking his mind off the fear would help.
A voice just confirmed his conclusion, as Cameron raised his eyes to smile at the voice. He knew it wasn't his own; he was not that far into crazy town. A humble citizen, not the goddamned Mayor.
"If you keep staring at them, they'll break," The boy laughed, "Just to spite you"
"I figured" Cameron huffed, peering curiously at the boy. He had black hair and an odd accent.
Irish, Cameron concluded nodding to himself.
"I'm Damian" He introduced, sitting beside Cameron.
"Cameron" The later grinned, still plucking at the guitar nervously.
"Do this often?" Damian asked, gesturing around the hall they were waiting in. It was nerve racking, being kept in a confined space with so many other people who were going to fight tooth and nail to win this amazing chance.
"No" Cameron laughed, "Never"
Damian laughed good-naturedly, "Well you couldn't tell"
"I know" Cameron joked, "I look like a pro at this, huh?"
"Totally" Damian laughed.
"What about you?" Cameron asked, "You do this a lot?"
"Not really, but um, I did a tour with this group from back home. It's different though, y'know?" Damian shrugged.
"A true professional eh?" Cameron laughed.
"Course" Damian replied, rubbing his head and grinning sheepishly.
"Cameron Mitchell" A voice called out, holding a clipboard. The man stood at the front of the room, near the door, which would lead Cameron to one of the biggest auditions in his life.
"Good Luck Cameron" Damian smiled.
"You too" Cameron muttered, standing up with his guitar. He awkwardly walked towards the man, who motioned for him to continue into the next room.
Damian watched the tall boy walking away, his lanky figure making him look about sixteen. He smiled after the blonde boy, hoping that this wasn't the last time he would talk to him. A young girl sat down next to him, grinning largely.
Cameron gulped, trying not to throw up the contents of his stomach.
If love is a feeling, Then I don't want it
You'll take it and make it into more
But if you want something,
That really means something, I'll show you what love is really for
And if you want me to say, You don't have to change
I've been waiting patiently, Well, love can wait for me
Love can wait for me, Oh woah I think I see clearly,
But everyone tells me, That you and I are meant to be
But don't tell me baby
That we're going somewhere
Because somewhere is not where I want to be
Oh And if you want me to say, You don't have to change
I've been waiting patiently, Well, love can wait for me
Love can wait for me,
Yeah alright come on
You don't know what love is
My heart is losing all it's faith
Well, there's this sound in my head, It's saying,
"Won't you wait for me? Will you wait for me?"
Yeah
And if you want me to say,
You don't have to change
I've been waiting patiently,
Well, love can wait for me Love can wait for me I say, oh woah. Oh.
Cameron sung his own sung, pouring every emotion that crossed his mind when he wrote this, into his performance now. Robert and Darren smiled at the boy in front of them, there was something so typically 'Glee' about him. He was awkward, but immensely talented to the point that he didn't even realize it.
"That was awesome" Darren grinned, clapping lightly. Cameron couldn't help but blush; he just got complimented by one of the most well known men on TV.
"Thanks" Cameron laughed. He exited the room, still slightly dazed by the compliment.
He walked past Damian without even noticing him, until the younger boy pulled his sleeve carefully. Cameron turned around and grinned at the boy, slinking into a spare seat beside him.
"Went well?" Damian asked.
"Brilliant!" Cameron grinned, slipping his guitar off and leaning it between them.
"That's great" Damian grinned, "You met Ellis?"
Damian gesture to the young girl sitting beside him, she gave Cameron a slight wave.
"Are you even old enough to be here?" Cameron teased.
"I met you like ten seconds ago and you're making fun of my appearance" Ellis sighed, drawing her fingers through her hair.
"Sorry" Cameron chuckled.
"I'm not that young" Ellis sighed, still grinning largely.
"Damian McGinty!" The man with the clipboard yelled, as Damian slowly got to his feet. A look of pure fear spread across his pale face, as people turned around to see him.
"You'll be fine" Cameron laughed, already liking this guy, "Go on"
"A true professional eh?" Damian smiled briefly, running his fingers through his hair.
He stood up and hurried towards the man, who gestured towards the double door. Damian through a look over at Ellis and Cameron, who were smiling at him encouragingly.
"I have an odd feeling that I'll be seeing him again" Damian smiled, turning away from the grinning Cameron.