I woke up at 8 am to the sound of my alarm. The audition. I got into a pink button up with my maroon hoodie. I slipped on some black shorts, and got ready for the day. About 30 minutes later I headed out the door with my lines memorized.
I listen to my music as I walk into the studio. Theres a counter, but nobody sitting behind it. There's also an electric sign that says "Waiting Room". I skip the counter and walk straight towards the lobby.
The waiting room is packed with a bunch of women and men, all of them white. I bite my lip. Not a good sign. Reminds me of Amara, my first kiss. She was the only black girl in my class. She was tall, cute, funny, had glasses... and was just like Noah. Both of them tall, cute, funny, and wore glasses. Was it a sign? Was this memory brought to me for a reason? My first morning without Noah since we've reunited (admittedly, only a few days ago) and I'm reminded of a girl I liked, who was just like him. "Wait, Mr. Topp?" A woman asks and snaps me out of my thoughts. "You didn't sign in, we thought you'd skipped!"
"Nobody was at the counter, so I tried to ask for help but nobody answered."
"Well it doesn't matter. Come along, now. The auditions for The Café Story are about to start!" I followed her down the hallway.
Not long after I get in their, I lay eyes on the girl playing Hannah, who's supposed to be my best friend in the movie. She's standing next to a tall guy with short, brown hair and dull, brown eyes. "I heard the guy who's supposed to play my best friend is a you-know-what. Marriage is between a man and a woman! It's not that hard." Suddenly, she realizes I'm here, and that I heard every word she's saying. I walk out of the room, out of the studio, and back into the hotel. Fuck that place. Fuck the movie. Fuck this hotel.
Damien's POV:
I sit down on the couch, exhausted and depressed. I can't stay away for ever. Can't lie forever. I pick up my phone and see a notification. Shayne had called me. 3:37 p.m. Yesterday. 0:02. I hit the button just to hear him sighing and hanging up. I got to go back soon. But I've been saying that for too long. If I want to do something, I have to do it now. I order a ticket back home. Back to Shayne. With some joy I haven't felt in a while, I call Shayne. I'm still hopeless that he'll answer, but atleast he can see that I tried. Atleast he can see that I'm doing all right.
Ring. Ring. Ri- Hello?
I gasp. "Oh, Shayne!"
"Who else would it be?" He replies in a monotone voice. Like he's making a joke but he's not feeling well enough to find it funny. I try to ignore it and chuckle in response.
"Well, I've got news."
"You're not gonna be here for another week. It's fine man, don't worry abou-"
"No, actually. It's um... about that... I... I'm coming back. Tomorrow."
I can image the sight of Shayne realizing from the other side of the phone as I hear silence. "Really?"
"Really!"
He sighs. "I missed you so much, man. I'm so glad I'll see you tomorrow. Why did you and Gemma take so long to come back, anyways."
It's my turn to sigh, now. But not for a good reason. I hoped this wouldn't come up.
I awkwardly stutter as I try to decide whether I tell him or wait. "I-It's complicated."
His tone changes with mine. He knows somethings up. That's just how best friends are. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah." I sniffle.
"No, dude, I'm not stupid. You're not okay. Did you guys break up?"
"It's a bit... more than that... I-I'll tell you when I get home."
"Okay, stay safe, Dames. When you get back we're going to talk about this."
"Ok, dad." I giggle at my own joke.
"I hate you." Shayne jokes.
"You love me."
"You're right. See you tomorrow, Damey."
"See you tomorrow, Shanyay." And with that, he hangs up. Maybe it's time for things to go back to normal.
Noah's POV:
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Shayne!
"Hey man! Are you busy right now?"
"No, aren't you though?"
"No way, man. My costar was a total bitch. I left, on my way home now."
"How close to home?"
"I'm at the bus stop waiting for someone to come get me. Anyways, what I was calling about. I just got off the phone with my roomie.-"
"Oh, yes. Damien, right?"
"Yeah! He said he's coming back to town tomorrow! But I think him and his girlfriend broke up or something, I was wondering if you'd like to help me decorate when I get home?"
"You're so nice, Shayne. And of course."
"Oop, there's the bus! Bye, Noah, thanks for the help. Call you when I get home!"
"No problem, bye dude."
Now we wait.
