Lost if I'm hopeless, still yet I know this
I will get caught in all the time
Ain't it amazing, constantly changing
Don't wanna let it go
Hold me 'til sunrise
Let's save the goodbye
These feelings are hard to find in this heart of mine
In this heart...
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CHAPTER ONE: big time audition
︗ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴹᴵᴺᴱ︘
QUENTIN PARKER HAD BEEN EXCITED WHEN HEARING, THAT GUSTAVO ROQUE WAS TRAVLING TO LOOK FOR NEW TALENT. His sister, had been practically bugging to to, at least, try and audition.
"No!" Quentin interrupted her. "Have you heard how people speak about him? I heard someone say, the devil, would be nicer than him!"
"Oh, like you care. You'll be just as disrespectful," Tarah huffed.
"Okay, but, what if I suck? What if, as I'm walking into the stage, I trip, hit my head and my teeth are broke? Or worst, I bite off my own tongue, and begin to chock and die before I even audition!" Quentin panicked.
"You're about to die right," Tarah glared.
Quentin frowned.
"Get your things, I'll drive you."
"Wait, I don't even know what instrument I'll bring. Or which song I'll sing!"
"Oh, this is gonna be a long drive," Tarah sighed, grabbing her keys and making her way to the car. "I'll be waiting in the car for you, loser."
"Oh," Tarah called out before Quentin left. "By the way, you should either do double take or smile." ︗ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴹᴵᴺᴱ︘
Quentin nervously tapped on the floor.
"I will amputate your foot, if you don't stop that right now," Tarah threatened.
Quentin glared at her, continuing to tap him foot in a rhythm.
"So, you decied on which song you'll sing?"
"Double Take," Quentin easily decided.
"You sure?"
"Shut up," Quentin quickly says, a panicked look coming over his face. "Why? Should I choose another? Is that song not-"
"Oh my god! No! I'm sorry. Okay? It's a great song. All your songs are great. If I were dying, I'd want one of your songs to be the last thing I hear. Happy? Feel better? If I have to hear another rant, I'll punch you."
Quentin frowned, but before he could reply, a dark-skinned woman, red shirt, grey sweater, and black pants walked up to him. As he was next in line. "Name?"
