Blind Trust (MewGulf)

Chapter 3: The audition. Second call

POV Mew

It was the next day when Mew heard his phone ringing. He was getting out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel.

Looking at the phone's screen he saw his manager's name and answered.

- Hi, P'Boss khrub.

- Mew! Oh my god, Mew! - P'Boss sounded breathless.

- P, please take a breath... What's wrong? Did something happen? - Mew started getting worried. P'Boss had said that he had some family issues he didn't want to share with him. Not because they weren't close, but because his manager didn't want to stress Mew with his problems.

- They called! - he finally said.

- Who called? What are you talking about? - Mew was getting impatient.

- The people from yesterday's audition. They just called. They want you for the second round - his friend sounded excited.

Mew went speechless. His brain couldn't catch up to the news. He didn't know how to feel. The audition had gone well, but he didn't have actually expected to be called. Maybe they had liked the way he portraited San's character.

- Are you still there? - Boss's voice got him out of his thoughts.

- Khrub, I'm here - Mew said in a low voice.

- Aren't you happy na?

- Yes. Of course I am - he was happy. Of that, he was sure.

- You don't sound like it.

- I'm just surprised. That's all. When is the second audition? - Mew asked.

- The day after tomorrow. Be prepared.

- I always am.

He was still lost in thoughts after hanging up with his manager. He couldn't believe he actually got called back. Did they not know who he was? Or maybe they didn't care, as he was auditioning for a small character. He was only going to have minutes of screen-time.

Should I go to the second round? Am I ready for this? Will they give me a chance to redeem myself?

He was having a mild anxiety attack. He had had those for a while now. Ever since the scandal happened.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, P'Mew?"

He could still hear him in his head, saying those things he had hated to hear, but still allowed in the grace of avoiding confrontation. He was a people-pleaser after all. He had never wanted to give him a reason to start a fight.

Why shouldn't I try?

He didn't want to give that person another reason to believe he had dragged him down even deeper than he was at that moment. He was going to go to that audition. Because his family believed in him. His fans believed in him. P'Boss believed in him.

And for now, that was enough.

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Mew looked up at the building in front of him.

That was kind of a deja vu, being there for the second time that week.

- P'Mew, do you want to go inside? - a fan asked.

- Yes... sure. Let's do this - he said with a tense smile.

Going inside the room he saw fewer people than the first day. Understandably, as a lot of the applicants were cut off the first day. Fewer people meant less weird looks at him. And he was ok with that.