Finding His Light

Chapter One: Anguish

Chapter One: Third Person Pov

        Spirit was nervous, real nervous. He had never felt so nervous in his entire life. The room he sat in was not air conditioned, which did nothing to help. He could feel the prickle of sweat bead on his forehead. He ran a hand across it. But, that was no good either. His hands were sweaty, as well.

        Naturally, he went back to twiddling his thumbs. His restlessness unsettled him. His legs felt numb from sitting on the too-small plastic chair underneath him. So, when they called his name, he stumbled to the door.

        "I'm Spirit Albarn," she announced.

        The woman who called his name just scowled at him. She was none too friendly. She wore all black clothing, head to toe. Her hair was short in the back, but longer in the front. The two longer strands fell just below her chin, and sat on both sides of her face. Her eyes were oddly yellow.

        "Strange for someone to have yellow eyes," Spirit thought, "Maybe contacts?"

        "Oh, really? I never would have guessed," she snapped, flipping the clipboard so he could see his photo.

        He walked through the hallway to the room, feeling stupid. Two men, and a woman sat behind a table. There were no instruments, no nothing. This is not what he expected. Well, at least, he had hoped for something more. He certainly did not want to do a raw performance.

        It's not that he couldn't sing without instrumental sound in the background. He just liked to hear something other than his own voice. He hated singing in front of people with no music in the background.

        But, an audition was an audition, either way. So, he braced himself for what would be the best performance of his life.

        "You're Spirit Albarn?" the woman asked.

        "Yes, ma'am," he chortled.

        "Nice to meet you, we are Stuck in the Past," the man on the right of the woman announced.

        Spirit chuckled slightly. The bands name was ironic. All Spirit had ever dreamed about was the future. And, now he was auditioning for a band with such a contradicting name.

        "I don't see why that is funny. But, please, proceed with your audition."

        The man on the left practically sneered. Spirit was worried that he'd ruined his chances, but he was determined. This was the band he would join. These were to be his bandmates. He was certain that he would blow their minds, and that was what he did.

        He belted out lyric after lyric. His pitch was absolutely perfect. He was excellent, confident. That was what the other three wanted. Someone who looked just as good as his, or her singing. They lacked that confidence. What's more, they'd never heard the song he was singing before.

        Which most likely meant that he could write songs. And, he was most definitely good at that, as well. The man on the right held up his hand, silencing Spirit.

        "You left your telephone number, correct?" he questioned.

        "I did," the sapphire eyed man replied. A grim look crossing his eyes.

        "We have many options that we would like to consider, but we will call you once everything is decided."

        Spirit's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. His chest pinched tight, and he took in a jagged breath. He felt as if he'd been physically punched. It wasn't a straightforward no, but Spirit knew how this type of thing worked. They'd tell you they'd call, and then you'd never hear from them again.