"NEXT!" Adam barked from behind a small table, annoyance and
frustration in his voice. "Can no one play a fucking instrument these
days?"
This is Adam Lambert, the once ginger headed geek from highschool,
remember him? Now he is the Music icon of the year. Runner up from
American Idol season 8. And now here he is, in LA California,
auditioning musicians for his upcoming Nation Wide Tour promoting his
first album, For Your Entertainment. My, how ones life can change in
the short span of 10 years...
Adam and his musical director, Monte Pittman, are doing auditions for
a drummer, a keyboardist, and a bassist for their rockband. Monte is
taking the place of the guitarist, since he already is a pro at
playing and has been playing for years; plus, him and Adam have been
friends for the past 6 years. And they have already found a good
drummer, and an amazing keyboardist, they are now insearch of a damn
good bassist. But none of the little kids that have tried out can play
for shit and it's pushing Adam to his breaking point.
"I said NEXT! Shit..." Adam closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of
his nose, attempting to releive the now forming migrain. He scribbles
something down on a notebook and remains staring down.
He heared the door of the studio room open and without even looking
up, he continues with his usual speal before each victim performing
their worthless act. Yeah, he can be a dick when he gets annoyed.
Comes with the life of being a rockstar.
"What do you play?" Boredom, and I-Could-Care-Less apparent in his
voice.
"Uuh..the bass.."
Adams heart stops. His breath lodged in his throat. Lips parted from
the gasp that just escaped. That voice...that slightly feminine yet
little boy voice...the voice of his long lost highschool sweetheart...
The voice of TommyJoe Ratliff.
After what seems like an eternity, Adam looks up from his
notebook...eyes dead...heart failing to beat...hands shaking...and
before him is the love of his life. The only man he's ever loved. He
whispers Monte to give him a minute. He gives Adam a quizzical look
but obeys his boss's orders.
"Hey, ginger..." Tommy squeeks. He's standing awkwardly in the middle
of the room, his cherry red bass hanging limply across his body, his
hands folded quaintly infront of him. He hasn't changed much at all.
"Tommy..." was all Adam could muster. He's in pure shock. No other
word could describe it.
He stands up from the table, and slowly makes his way to where the
blonde is standing. He walks as though if he makes any sudden
movements, Tommy is going to aperate right before his eyes. "Is it
really you..?"
Tommy giggles, (yes he giggles dammit), and looks down at his body as
though he's checking himself for something. "Haha, I'm pretty sure
it's me."
Adam couldn't wait anymore, he runs over to his baby and glomps him
with kisses and a huge hug that knocks the wind out of him. He
squeezes him-wrapping his hand around the blondes head-afraid to let
him go, that if he does he may lose him all over again. And he won't
allow that. His heart couldn't take it.
Tommy returns the hug graciously, tears leaking from his light brown
eyes, tears if joy. Tears full of love. "God, I missed you...I missed
you so fucking much!"
"I missed you too, Tommy! Oh my God...what are you doing here?" Adam
asks, finally releasing the older man from his grasp. Wiping the tears
that broke free.
"Well I was in Florida, and I was at this cafe and saw a flyer on the
wall for auditions for band members for Adam Lambert's Glamnation
Tour. At first I thought it was someone else that just happened to
have your name, but I looked at the picture of the guy on the poster
and it didnt look anything like you. Black choppy hair, gauges, eye
makeup, but then i saw those eyes...your eyes. And I knew it was you;
I knew I had to go. I didn't care if the auditions were across the
country, I had to see you again. I couldn't break my promise." Tommy
explains, his voice starting to crack. God, how he missed his ginger.
But now he had find a new nickname for him, a new name to signify
their new life together.
"Its been 10 years...we stopped talking 8 years ago...I haven't heard
from you for 8 years, Tommy...I thought you moved on and forgot about
me..." the sadness in Adams voice breaks Tommys heart.
But he will put the joy and life back in his baby's voice. He will
never leave his side. Ever again. Nothing or no one will ever seperate
them for as long as he has a say in it.