{A/N:} THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK, IVE READ THIS STORY LIKE 5 TIMES AND I WANTED OTHERZ TO BE ABLE TO READ IT BECAUSE ITS AMAZING. IM WORKING ON SOMETHING FOR YOU GUYS, SO IN THE MEAN TIME I PRESENT YOU WITH THIS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T UPLOADED IN YEARS AND I TRIED TO BUT I PROCRASTINATE ALOT, SO YEA!! P.S. THEY HAVE A PART 2 COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE THAT ALSO!! CREDITS AND ALL RIGHTS TO Emmybazy on Ao3.
Calum is sitting on his couch, looking through audition times his agents sent in an email. They're not big roles. Nothing new.
Calum thought moving to Hollywood would be easy. In Australia, he had had a small role on a TV show for a few seasons and he had done a few commercials. One of his directors had told him that a move might be beneficial to his career, 'they'll love you're accent' she said, 'plus you're so cute to boot.' She had been wrong. He had played a few small parts here and there on crime dramas, over the past two years in Hollywood. His biggest role had been as the first murder victim in a horror film called "Attack of the Cheerleaders." He had played a football star who had gotten killed by the cheerleaders when they had made a pact to kill all the people who had ever wronged them. Really wonderful cinema.
At 25, he could still pull off high schooler, but not for much longer. He needed a big break and he needed it now. If he didn't get a good part soon he probably wouldn't get a role until he could pull off hot dad. Calum's phone starts ringing. He doesn't recognize the number on the screen, but what the hell. If it's a telemarketer he'll practice his old man voice and see if he can make them hang up first.
"Hello?" He picks up putting a rasp in his tone.
"Hello! Is Calum Hood there?" It's a loud, bright, Aussie voice on the other end. Calum thinks he's heard it before but he can't place it. He quickly adjusts his own voice.
"This is he. Sorry about that."
The voice on the other end laughs. "No worries mate. This is Ashton Irwin. I'm calling about your audition with Hi or Hey productions a few weeks ago."
Calum remembers the audition. It had been for a major film, written and directed by Luke Hemmings. Calum doesn't know much about Luke Hemmings, but knows he's some big shot in the business. When Calum's agent had told him she'd gotten him an audition, Calum had been shocked he'd even get a chance in front of the casting panel.
The audition had been for a small part, the comic relief of the movie. He hadn't been expecting a call back, it was obvious he wasn't suited for the part two seconds into the audition. The role was a bad boy who put the fear into anyone he met with just a look but constantly found himself in awkward situations. Calum couldn't even pull off sometimes-not-nice guy. The cold read had been awkward.
Before he could leave, a voice had called from the panel of casting directors. "Hey, you're the guy from that cheerleader flick!"
Calum had responded. "Yeah, that's me." He had felt small in the room but the guy behind the table had given him a wide grin.
