Heartbreak Though Music

Chapter 4: Hollywood Perfect

(Dream's POV) and thing...

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Now let's get into the story, shall we?

Dream was busy playing around with music with Wilbur in the room with most of the music stuff in the house that most of the team lived in since they were like family. 

They were both wearing matching jackets, navy blue with red sleeves, they got them with the whole team when they went shopping a while back, although Schlatt still hadn't worn his yet. 

They were playing around with a DJ set. Playing around with music was always fun, and helped Dream get his mind of things, but it wasn't working as well as it normally did since a certain cute small man with brown hair was still on his mind.

They were making music that sounded like it was from a party in one of those big influencer houses and you were listening to the music from a distance. It sounded interesting, in a good way though. 

"Don't forget the big party at Schlatt's casino later, Dreamy boy" Wilbur reminded him as he turned off the DJ set to go hang out with the others.

"Okay, Wilby" Dream chuckled.

"Oh and I happened to overhear some of your conversation with Niki yesterday" Wilbur said while he turned around to tease Dream while on his way out of the room. "Who's the lucky man?" 

"His name is George, not that it matters though. I probably won't ever met him again." Dream replied sadly.

"Don't say that, lover boy!" Wilbur said trying to improve his friend's mood. 

"Ok, whatever you say Wilbur" Dream said trying to get him to leave.

Wilbur turned back to the door to leave deciding that there wasn't anything he could do to improve his mood.

Even if Dream could somehow meet the perfect boy again, he'd probably never be more than friends with him. It would just be to much for the brown haired boy, there would be the paparazzi, the fans, the simps, the press always trying to get an interesting drama but most importantly Dream's time consuming work. 

'But it's not like it isn't your own fault that you got into this life.' He thought, annoyed that he thought that this type of fame would be easy to live with. 'I mean I did move to LA to get into the fame game.'

He remembered when he first moved here, he was 17 and his mum (I'm Australian so I will use their spelling) couldn't afford to look after him and all his siblings and his dad had left them a long time ago. So he came here with one of his sisters to try to get rich and famous and be able to financially support his family.

He was just able to rent an apartment leaving Drista alone there for the night since he went to a massive party hoping to find something that would be useful for this new life, anything really, a job, someone who could support him, a tip on how to live like this would've been useful.

Long story short he didn't find any of those things, instead he got drunk and partied the night away for no reason, just doing what it takes to forget about how shit things things are in reality. He barely remembers any of it, most of what he thinks happens was just an assumption since the a he can remember about that night was somehow waking up lying on a lawn in a large garden connected to a massive house in Beverly Hills. How did he end up alone here? 

He did remember one thing though, many girls he met were quite impolite, and he didn't like it. He had never felt attraction to any girl, but that moment, lying in the lawn of a random house in LA he questioned it for the first time. He hadn't told many people, not even Schlatt, only his close friends that he lives with, but long story short, Dream soon leant he was gay.