One And Only~ Maylor [Wattys 2019]

Ch. 3: Auditions

Roger's P.O.V

The birds were chirping a soft melody as the sun began to rose behind London. If you are wondering how I knew that, it's because I just couldn't sleep at all. It's 6 a.m. and I feel restless as fuck. My eyes were wide open as I looked around the room. Apparently, Charlie was asleep on top of his desk because he studied his ass off last night. I didn't feel like waking up. It was still early and I had no hurry, I think. I closed my eyes but couldn't drift into sleep.

They say that when you are restless, someone is thinking about you. Who could possibly be thinking of me right now? Not sure, but I think no one. Maybe I'm just sleepless because I feel anxious for today's auditions, even though mine is at 10 a.m.

There was one question that kept in doubt, who would help me bring my drumkit? I don't know. Probably no one will help me, I'll have to make an excuse. The minutes kept passing and passing. I looked over at my alarm, it was 7:04 a.m. It was still early, crap!

Since I was still restless and energised, I got up, headed to the bathroom and took a short shower. After that, I put on some fresh clothes. It was a a white buttoned up shirt and some dark navy jeans. I checked the time again, it was 7:31. The sun was already up high, shining through the my window. Luckily, it wasn't rainy right now, but since London has plenty of rain, I took my grey coat out of the hanger and headed out my dorm, walking downstairs, turning corners and walking long hallways until I got out of the building. As I was walking down to a cafe which was a couple of blocks away from my place, I then spotted a familiar person, Charlie.

"Mornin' Taylor," he smirked, "Why you up so early? Going to check out men?" I just rolled my eyes and passed him, making my way down the streets.

I walked for a couple of blocks until I got to a small blue house. It wasn't just am ordinary house, it was a very small, but comfy cafe that served the most awesome breakfast of all. Its warm pancakes and syrup would melt your tongue with its sweetness. The warm coffee with foamy cream makes your lips trickle.

My stomach was begging for food and my mind was begging for the guy I saw last night. This is the first time my eyes had strongly laid for a person, especially a guy. His eyes were a beautiful tone of hazel and his hair looked like a cotton ball. I really wish I knew where I can relocate him.

"Good morning sir," greeted the cashier as I walked to the counter.

"Mornin' " I greeted, showing my straight teeth, "I'd like to take an english muffin and a latte." If there was thing better than alcohol, it was coffee. It makes me feel alive and energetic. I could easily drink 4 or 8 cups.

"Okay sir that'll be €15," she said. I gave her a €20 bill and she handed me back my change. Withing no time, I had my latte and my english muffin in my hands.

I checked the time once again, it was 8:56, a good time. There were probably a lot of people waiting, but either way, I went. I got out the slip of paper were I wrote down the address and made my way there, taking the bus. The place was pretty far away. It was near the Imperial College, which was in the other side of London. When I got there, it was 9:27. In front of me, there were at least 10 people waiting, all with their drumkits.

I just remembered that I had to bring it.

Shit!

Time was unexsistent . I already screwed up because I had no one who could help me to bring it. Maybe I could make an excuse or something. The only thing that I had were my drumsticks.

The minutes passed and I grew anxious by every second passing. My hands were sweaty and my heart was beating faster than a mouse's.

Then, my name got called.

"Roger Taylor..."

Oh shit.

I went into the room. There were two guys each holding a clipboard. They were seated in chairs. The room was quite small, and the last guy had finished getting his kit together. I nervously looked at the two guys and noticed that they both looked familiar. One had short brown, straight hair and the other one short, curly hair and sparkly hazel eyes. He looked pretty tall by his long legs.

Wait....

It's the guy from last night! The cute one and his friend!

My mind couldn't process the information. The cute guy and his friend were the ones hosting the auditions! How is this-

"Good mornin' " one of them said, it was the one with straight hair, "You must be... Roger Taylor."

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I sorry this is too short, boring and shitty, don't worry, it'll get better and spicER.

-Lu