The Audition (dreamnotfound)

please let me go

A/N hi so be warned there are gonna be like lyrics bc well this is a band au so uh yeah enjoy:](also i think yall will know the song by the title;))

   George woke up in the hospital, a somehow familiar scent of vanilla crossing into his body, a beeping sound that he assumed to be his heart rate filled the room. Obviously, the first thing he felt were hugs from Sapnap and Karl--he memorized their touch.

   "Oh thank fucking god, you are awake! Jesus, good thing I came back here huh?" Quackity giggled, seeming like he was joking, but at the same time, he was being dead serious. If he hadn't booked that flight back, then he would have never known George was in a coma from a car crash. 

   "GEORGEEEE I am so sorry for what I said before you got into the crash I did not mean a word you are so loved and appreciated and Dream was a dick back then and if he doesn't want to be with you that is his and only his fault and-" Sapnap rambled, his hands trembling, thinking his best friend was about to not only not forgive him, but forget him. 

   "Sap, it is okay. You-," The brunette tried to speak before coughs erupted from his mouth, about to choke on oxygen, somehow. 

   "Nurse? Nurse? WHERE THE HONK IS THE NURSE?" Karl panicked while George could barely breathe, rapidly looking for a doctor. Finally, a couple of people jogged into the room and helped George breathe again, putting him under amnesia. 

   "What just fucking happened?" Quackity stood up, begging for answers from the doctors. 

   "From the car crash, his lungs were damaged in the process, as were his ribs. For a while, he won't be able to talk much without coughing up a storm. For now, he needs to get rest and also heal his other injuries. You may see him, but please make sure he does not waste his energy." One of the white-coated people said with a serious tone, walking out of the room. 

   "So, we not only don't have a best friend who is conscious, but now we don't even have a lead singer for Pop Off Crew. What the fuck are we going to do?" Sapnap said while frustration seeped through his tone, anger coursing through his soul. Why did he say those things? He should have been the one in the car. He should be in a hospital bed, not George.

   "I promise, we will be fine postponing whatever rehearsals we were planning on doing. For now, though, we need to make SURE our best friend gets better." Karl calmly stated, sitting back down. 

   "I got to talk to him for an hour, and for half of it he was yelling at me. God fucking damnit Gogy, just wake up already." Quackity angrily said, placing his hands over his head, praying that he would get another chance to make things right with him. If he didn't, well...

   He would never forgive himself. 

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two weeks later

   "You are all good to go, George! Make sure to take two pills twice a day right after breakfast and dinner. Also, do not speak too much, or in your case, sing. Rest your body and then check up with us in a month or so and let us know how you feel. Here are your clothes when you are ready," The nurse said with a smile on their face, leaving the room with their hands folded on their chest. 

   "You ready, Gogs?" Sapnap asked excitedly, grateful that his best friend can finally leave the dreaded hospital. In response, the brunette nodded his head and headed towards his bathroom to get changed, seeing as he was in a hospital gown. He exited the room wearing a plain, sky blue hoodie and black, ripped jeans. 

   "I should-"

   "DO NOT SPEAK!! RED ALERT GEORGE IS MAKING A SOUND!" Quackity yelled, running in circles around the room making weird siren sounds, as if he had just caught a criminal during a robbery. 

   Everyone chuckled and rolled their eyes as they walked out of the room, helping the injured brunette limp across the hospital and into their car.

   Dream was nowhere to be found at the minute, so it was only the original Pop Off Crew in the car, and Karl was the one driving, seeing as he was the only one who hadn't been in some sort of car accident. He turned on the radio and "I Love You So" by The Walters blasted through the stereo. 

   "I hope you feel,

   "What I felt,

   "When you shattered my soul.,

   "'Cause you were cool and I'm a fool,

   "So please let me go."

   George hummed the lyrics as he thought about them, realizing that these exact words could be said by himself to a certain blond guy. 

   "But I love you so.,

   "Please let. me. go.,

   "I love you so,

   "Please let. me. go."

   It was almost like an exact replica of a conversation he had played millions upon billions of times in his head between himself and the Dream that sat in his conscience. 

   "Drop me off at Dream's," George quietly stated, slightly coughing at the energy it took to speak, as everyone--besides Karl, since he was driving--turned their heads to look at him as if he was a ghost.

   "I mean, are you sure you are ready to talk to him? I mean, you can barely speak, so how are you even going to communicate with him?" Sapnap asked with a tone that sounded genuine and humorous at the same time. 

   To summarize more clearly, George found a pen on the floor within the car and wrote on the back of a piece of scrap paper that was also on the carpeted surface. On the paper, he wrote:

I have an idea

   The boys shrugged and continued down the street towards the guitarist's house, pulling up to his driveway. All three of the guys wished him luck, watching their best friend limp on the driveway--it was kind of a funny sight to be honest. 

   "By the time you get to the door, Dream is gonna be six feet under from old age!" Quackity shouted out of the window, earning a middle finger in response. 

   The car slowly drove away, yet made sure to keep an eye out for George from behind, in case he literally came running back. 

   Although everyone had a suspicion about what the brunette was scheming, all of them were wrong. He wasn't thinking about getting back together with the other boy or trying to insult him; he was thinking about the band. 

   He was thinking about performing on stage again. 

   He was thinking about a one-way ticket to freedom and fame, away from all of the drama and gossip. 

   Little did any of them know, the gig that George was about to book would be one of the greatest mistakes of his life. 

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A/N hey lol so I was gonna add the conversation between Dream and George in this chapter but it was going to be too long so yeah! anyways PLEASE SEND ME FANART ON TWITTER OR INSTA OR DISCORD OR ANYTHING IF YOU FIND OR DRAW ANY DM ME SO I CAN SEND U MY SOCIALS I WANT TO SEE UR TALENT:D I love you all so fucking much<3  please drink some water and take care of yourselves because you deserve it!