Living on a Few Dreams //BajanCanadianxOC Fanfiction//

The New Co-Star

My new Machinima skit has been released onto Youtube! Look up Skylox: Forever Budder - A Minecraft Machinima on the interwebs or go directly to my YT channel. Whatever you wanna do is fine with me! Leave a comment if you can!

Many exciting things have happened within the past few days. When I mean days, I talking about yesterday. Noah retweeted me on Twitter, AcidicBlitz favorited one of my tweets, and GhostGaming is now following me. Yeah... No big deal... c;

The first POV of this chapter is dramatic and intense while the second is sweet and emotional. I prefer the second to be honest just cause of the way it's written. But I wrote this... I can have favorites! Don't judge me!

Anyways, enjoy!

Ray POV

Two days after the funeral, I sat on the comfiest couch in the Piano Room, listening to the music for one of my duets with David. The demo version including our own voices blasted through the headphones sitting on top of my head. I hummed along to the lyrics, confirming I had memorized every note. Dan was practicing his lines with David out in the hallway; Scott, on the other hand, unpredictable. He was one place at one time, the next another. Plus, he'd often flirted with me even though I told him specific details about my relationship with Mitch several times.

"Mrs. Hughes!"

I jumped at the sound of a female voice I'd gotten to know so well those few months. Glancing up, I spotted Amy, the stage manager and close friend, standing next to someone awfully familiar… someone whose face I hated to see again. No, it wasn't Ashley or Allison. It looked to be Anna Malcolm. The super diva.

Anna's eyes and lips were cascaded in heavy coats of make-up, a bit too much in my opinion. She wore her same black leather jacket and black combat boots. Nothing different than I'd already seen. As I examined Anna's wardrobe choices, I paused the music, placing my headphones around my neck, "May I ask why she is here?"

Amy nodded, occasionally glancing down at a paper. She always carried around a wooden clipboard, obviously for her job, but for some reason, Amy couldn't seem to get her eyes off of it. Almost as if she didn't want me to get mad at her... "Ms. Malcolm was the only person who knew the script well enough to perform in less than a month. I hope that's alright with you, Ray."

"Uh…" I truly couldn't answer that comment without raging like a complete idiot. That wouldn't have looked good for my reputation going into the production.

"Well," Amy interrupted, pressing her finger against the earplug seated inside of her ear. The earplug tells the stage manager directions from the directors and producers. "I must be off… there's a blocking situation with Scott that I have to deal with." She hurried out of the room. Anna took her place, not daring to enter the Piano Room, but sly enough to grin when I gave her a dirty look.

"My best friend just passed away… and now I'm expecting the producers to add you in last second casted as my rival…?"

"I'm sorry for your little loss, dearie, but as always…" Anna gave me a wink, knowing I was upset of her arrival, "the show must go on."

Thirty minutes later, Anna and I stood on opposite wings of the stage, ready for a rehearsal of the song. Anna somehow learned the choreography and music within that little time, but I didn't really care. It meant more time to prove worth in my talent rather than a stuck-up personality. I wore a silk flowing gown, similar to the one I wore at Clara's funeral, but the color of snow. Peering across the stage, I spotted Anna's punk rock outfit and funky popstar hair-do. Hands grabbed at my hair as they fixed the light curls. Amy slid a microphone on my ear and taped it onto my cheek. Once finished, she motioned a thumbs-up and left my side.