The Audition (dreamnotfound)

god must hate me

A/N sorry this took a long time to get out I was sick and stressed but at least Taylor came out with her version of Red:D yes your favorite dnf author is a swiftie<3 and IM SORRY FOR YK THE LYRICS BUT ITS A BAND AU WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

   George knocked exactly three times, for some reason, on dream's mahogany door. He stood there patiently waiting for the door to open, as Karl, Sap, and Q waited in the car to make sure he was safe. Finally, the door opened to reveal the blond guy George knew all too well. 

   "George? Wait wait wait, you are OUT of the fucking HOSPITAL??? Oh my muffin fuck," Dream stammered in shock, the brunette letting a small grin appear on his face at the use of the word muffin. He shoved the scrap paper in the other's face, that wrote:

I HAVE AN IDEA

   Dream took the hint and invited the injured boy inside, leading him to a chair so he could rest his legs. 

   "Why didn't you just say you had an idea, what? Why did you write it on a piece of paper? Also, when did you get out of the FUCKING HOSPITAL?" The blond bombarded George with questions, and in response, the other motioned with his hand him writing on a piece of imaginary paper with an imaginary pen, hoping the clue was enough for Dream to pick up on; it was enough. 

   He briskly walked to his kitchen and opened a drawer, revealing art supplies, including papers beyond galore and tens upon tens if colorful pens. He grabbed a sky blue pen with a piece of scratch paper, returning and handing everything to George. The brunette wrote down his entire plan in about a minute, making sure to get his point across. He passed the papers that read: 

Band gig, you sing my songs. I do bass temporarily. You in? 

   Dream read over the paper, probably around ten times, pondering over whether he should agree or not. On one hand, it would make George happy and gain traction for the band, bringing in opportunities never explored by them. On the other, thought, he would be the lead singer. He would steal the attention from George and HE would be in the spotlight. 

   What if he made the same mistake? 

   "Are you sure? I mean that would take the spotlight from you and I don't want to do that again because last time it messed literally everything up," Dream stumbled on his words a bit, but managed to still get the point across as the brunette scribbled on the paper.

I'm sure. I will write the song tonight and book a gig. Be prepared!

YOU GOT THIS:)

   It shocked the blond how easygoing George was with this. The first time this happened, to put it lightly, things went to shit. The sole reason he was even mad at Dream was because of him in the spotlight. He hadn't been on a stage in front of people since he got that record deal; now he was going back to his worst nightmare.

   Where things collapsed. 

   "When even is the gig?"

George scribbled vigorously, scratched out what he originally wrote, and then wrote one, singular word. 

TOMORROW!!!!

   That meant that George had to write a brand new, original song in just hours and then send the lyrics to Dream, who had to learn that art by heart in even less time, learn the chords needed for the guitar, and then sing in front of an audience.