Like Real People Do - DNF fanfic

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WHAT THE HELL

I swear. I swear it was him. Was it? Did the sudden illuminating bulbs of the bright ceiling lights distort my vision? Was there dust in my eye? 

I looked him up and down. He was wearing a white long-sleeved collared shirt, black dressy jeans, dark formal shoes, and I could see the slight glimmer of a ring on his left middle finger. Classy, isn't he? As my eyes drifted back to his face, I blinked. I really hope this is just my brain fucking with me. There's genuinely no way that fantasy is real.

But No. It's him for sure.

I blink again. Slower this time. 

Yes. It's him. The same soft brown hair. Gentle eyes. Everything. The exact same. He looked as though he were sculpted by the gods. He looked like a prince.

"Hey. Everything okay? You ready to audition?"

I snap back into reality. God, why do I have to day dream so much?

"W-What? What do mean by 'audition'? I already auditioned about one and a half hours ago."

He heaved in confusion, "Didn't Wilbur tell you?"

Puzzled.

"We need to sing together to determine who gets the part."

"Oh, we have to sing together?"

He nods his head.

I huff, "Seems kind of dumb. How are they supposed to know which one of us is better?"

"To be honest," he says as he looks ahead, "I don't know. We will probably switch off between verses."

"Well what song?"

"I was thinking "Like Real People Do" by Hozier. It's a beautiful song."

"I love that song. We definitely should. Whatever you want to do. I'm up for anything."

You sound so odd, Clay. What's wrong with you? He's just a human. A perfect human. But still.

He flashes a small smile at me and starts walking towards the table set up for auditions. The band members were not seated, since they were taking a quick break. Thank God. That gives me more time to learn about this beautiful man.

"Hey," he turns to face me, his tender chocolate eyes peering at me questionably, "Are you George from earlier?"

"Oh yes. What's your name? I never caught it," he asks as he relaxes his body.

"I'm Clay."

A perplexed expression crosses his face. I spot him mouth the word "What"

"What's wrong?"

"THE Clay? The same person Nick was going to introduce me too?", he lets out with a breathy chortle.

"No. What? There's actually no way. There's no fucking way. You're the guy he's been rambling to me about? And now that I think about it," I pause, still baffled, "he never gave me your name. He just kept on saying that you lived and Florida and you are British."

He walks over to me nonchalantly.

"Well," he starts, "it's nice to meet you this early on." He extends his hand and gives me a meager smirk

I chuckle under my breath and shake his cold, slender hand. He pulls away first. 

"Of course he would mention how I'm British. He acts like that's my only personality trait," he states as he gives me a small grin.

Just as I was about to ask him a simple question in an attempt to make small talk, I hear a door from the opposite side of the room suddenly open.

"-great idea. Oh boys; are you two getting to know each other?" Wilbur friendly questions us as he props himself against the door frame. I could barely see Alex and Tommy since Wilbur was blocking them by his mad height.

"Yes, we were actually. Are you three ready for us yet?" George inquires.

"Well, we have some ne-," Tommy perks up, but is abruptly cut off by Wilbur.

"I can tell them Tommy."

I hear Tommy grunt quietly.

"We were thinking, since you both have incredible voices, would you two like to be a duet?"