Hollywood Undead |One Shots|

Deuce- Dreams Are Fragile

From now on (r/n) means (random/name)

You happily and excitedly packed your bags in the backseat in your car. You've been planning this trip for weeks on end to make your way to Hollywood for your big break, seeking succession in acting or modelling.

Once the last box was in the trunk, you bid farewell to your parents and siblings, "are you sure you don't need any money for the trip?" Your mother asked worryingly as you brushed it to the side, your older brother crossed his arms, in a stubborn and caring way.

"No it's fine, I'll call you if I need anything." You smiled genuinely, giving her a hug, your brother gave you one.

"I'm still against this plan (y/n). Why can't you have a simple job, like a nurse or a wedding planner?" (R/n) complained maturely, you rolled your eyes and gave him the same answer you tell everyone.

"Because I want to do something in my life that's worth living for. Ok?" (R/n) sighed and nodded, you smiled again. "Ok, I'll be going now. I'll text you when I found a place to stay." You waved and slowly backed to the driver side of your old Cadillac then getting in. Waving goodbye to your family and hello to the fame.

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It's been one week since you left home, right now you booked an audition for a movie. This was your chance, this opportunity to have your name in lights, and eat like royalty for days. Nervously you recited over your lines and confidentiality took long strides around the small plain waiting room.

"(Y/n) (l/n), you're next." One of the tech worker came out wearing a headset and a clipboard in hand. Hurriedly you walked to the worker and followed behind her like a sheep. She dressed in all black, her blonde hair in a high ponytail. The techie stopped in front of a door and lead you inside, where it smelled like cigarettes and a run down motel.

"Ah! You must be (y/n), right?" A sleazy dressed male asked loudly, you nodded. "Come in, come in! Let's begin shall we." Laughing humorously at nothing, his terribly designed suit made him look like a knock off movie director. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off and raised his hand. "Before you say anything, let's go on to the audition. We're on a busy time schedule." Relaxing in his chair as the lady in a black dress (and had an annoyed look) next to him, placing her cigarette between her lips. You slid your tongue over your dry lips and remembered your lines you endlessly repeated with character and emotion. You began and confidentiality spoke with such fierce and calmly as you could.

"I remember the time when my mother-"

"Stop, stop stop!" The sleazy dressed man cut you off, making you jumped. The lady scribbled down notes and stared unimpressed by what she had witnessed. "Start again BUT with more confidence." He waved his hand and leaned back in his chair, you nodded and did what you were told. Taking in a deep breath and remembered your previous motivation to become famous and help your family's needs.

"My mother was a tailor and my father-"

"STOP!" He waved his hands around, you helplessly looked at the lady for an explanation, she silently judged you and tapped her cigarette over the ash tray. "We'll give call if you got the part."

"But you didn't even let me finish-"

"Look honey, you either wait patiently for the call or not get it at all. Understand." It didn't even sounded like a question, it was more of a demand, reluctantly you agreed to the foolishness of the male. "Good. You can go now." The lady snickered quietly and easily wanted you to see it, the male chased you out of the room like an unwanted dog. His statement made you felt he wanted you to leave and not bother to come back again, you let go of the door handle when it finally clicked shut.