Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2011 0:02:04 GMT -5
Okay...a not so funny one. Dang it, I gotta stop writing about Damo and Paul, their oneshots get melancholy! Okay, FUNNY things will be appearing more as tour continues, i already have at least two more oneshots in the works!!!
“Okay, time to check the numbers…” Paul cracked his knuckles before punching in the information to his computer. He nervously clicked ‘Ticket Sales’.
“Okay…Georgia is doing well...” he mused, looking at the mediocre number. “And LA…” he seethed when he saw the dwindled number. “Not so good…”
He pushed the computer away and rested his head in his palms. “This isn’t going as well as I’d hoped…” eh moaned. “After this, I might have to come back to Sharon…” he shuddered at the though. “Groveling.”
Just as he began to sink deeper into his despair of nearly failing as a soloist, his cell rang.
‘I wish that I was Jessie’s Girl!’ Damian’s voice rang, his defined ring tone.
“Hey, Jessie’s Girl,” Paul greeted as he answered.
“Hardy har har.” Damian grumbled. “Wasn’t funny the first time. And are you going to greet me so poorly when I come bearing gifts?”
“Gifts?” Paul’s ears perked. “And what could you possibly give me?”
“Byrom,” the boy began. “I have just the thing to make your career launch!”
“For the last time,” he grit his teeth. “I don’t need your help! I don’t need you to show at the LA show to get me more ticket sales. I have to do this on my own.” He gulped and added silently ‘even if it means failing. Epically.’
“I talked with Ryan…” he continued.
“Your boss, or our former co worker?”
“Boss,” he said. “And…I got you a roll on Glee!!!”
Now, normally, Paul would have denied…after all, he didn’t even like Glee. But at the moment…
He was desperate.
“Where do I sign?”
And in the next few weeks, on the day he was scheduled to sing in LA, Paul was rushing over to the set of Glee, an impatient Damian awaiting him.
“BYROM!!!” when he was in sight, Damian launched into the air and held him tight. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too, kid,” he said hurriedly. “Script? I don’t even know what part I’m playing!”?
“You’ll get it. Oh, just wait!” Damian bounced. “it’s PERFECT for you, you’ll love it, I just know it!”
“Am I guest singer?” he asked. “A mentor? A judge?” he was beginning to get as bubbly as the teen. “What?”
“You’re my…wait for it…” he drew it out. “You’re my FATHER!”
“…I’m 32. You’re nearly 20.”
“Brilliant, right?!” Damian nabbed his arm and kept walking to his dressing room.
“…Why am I your father? Couldn’t I be your awesome brother or something?”
“Well…I already have a brother on here…and Ryan needed an Irish guy for my dad…”
“We live on separate coasts! In reality! I have a different accent!”
“Oh, American’s won’t notice.” He brushed the thought away. “Plus…I…I begged Ryan to let you be on the show.”
“For the last time!” he yelled. “I don’t need help!”
“No! Not that!” Damian’s eyes watered. “I…I missed you.”
That made Paul stop. “You couldn’t have like…called me?”
“Well…you’ve been really busy…” he shuffled his feet. “And I figured if you were here because of a job…” he paused. “it’s okay, I understand. I mean, you don’t even like Glee. I’ll go talk to Ryan about it.”
He started to walk off, but Paul grabbed him, wrapping him into a tight embrace.
“I’ll do it.”
Damian sniffled into his sleeve. “I missed you, brother.”
“I missed you too, lil bro.” Paul said, releasing him.
“Come on, Ireland!” Lindsey called as she bounded past. “And you too, Ireland Senior!”
“Senior?” Paul arched his brow with a chuckle. “I’ll show you Senior girlie!”
With that, both brothers took off running down the set to get to their places, laughing the entire way.
THE END
“Okay, time to check the numbers…” Paul cracked his knuckles before punching in the information to his computer. He nervously clicked ‘Ticket Sales’.
“Okay…Georgia is doing well...” he mused, looking at the mediocre number. “And LA…” he seethed when he saw the dwindled number. “Not so good…”
He pushed the computer away and rested his head in his palms. “This isn’t going as well as I’d hoped…” eh moaned. “After this, I might have to come back to Sharon…” he shuddered at the though. “Groveling.”
Just as he began to sink deeper into his despair of nearly failing as a soloist, his cell rang.
‘I wish that I was Jessie’s Girl!’ Damian’s voice rang, his defined ring tone.
“Hey, Jessie’s Girl,” Paul greeted as he answered.
“Hardy har har.” Damian grumbled. “Wasn’t funny the first time. And are you going to greet me so poorly when I come bearing gifts?”
“Gifts?” Paul’s ears perked. “And what could you possibly give me?”
“Byrom,” the boy began. “I have just the thing to make your career launch!”
“For the last time,” he grit his teeth. “I don’t need your help! I don’t need you to show at the LA show to get me more ticket sales. I have to do this on my own.” He gulped and added silently ‘even if it means failing. Epically.’
“I talked with Ryan…” he continued.
“Your boss, or our former co worker?”
“Boss,” he said. “And…I got you a roll on Glee!!!”
Now, normally, Paul would have denied…after all, he didn’t even like Glee. But at the moment…
He was desperate.
“Where do I sign?”
And in the next few weeks, on the day he was scheduled to sing in LA, Paul was rushing over to the set of Glee, an impatient Damian awaiting him.
“BYROM!!!” when he was in sight, Damian launched into the air and held him tight. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too, kid,” he said hurriedly. “Script? I don’t even know what part I’m playing!”?
“You’ll get it. Oh, just wait!” Damian bounced. “it’s PERFECT for you, you’ll love it, I just know it!”
“Am I guest singer?” he asked. “A mentor? A judge?” he was beginning to get as bubbly as the teen. “What?”
“You’re my…wait for it…” he drew it out. “You’re my FATHER!”
“…I’m 32. You’re nearly 20.”
“Brilliant, right?!” Damian nabbed his arm and kept walking to his dressing room.
“…Why am I your father? Couldn’t I be your awesome brother or something?”
“Well…I already have a brother on here…and Ryan needed an Irish guy for my dad…”
“We live on separate coasts! In reality! I have a different accent!”
“Oh, American’s won’t notice.” He brushed the thought away. “Plus…I…I begged Ryan to let you be on the show.”
“For the last time!” he yelled. “I don’t need help!”
“No! Not that!” Damian’s eyes watered. “I…I missed you.”
That made Paul stop. “You couldn’t have like…called me?”
“Well…you’ve been really busy…” he shuffled his feet. “And I figured if you were here because of a job…” he paused. “it’s okay, I understand. I mean, you don’t even like Glee. I’ll go talk to Ryan about it.”
He started to walk off, but Paul grabbed him, wrapping him into a tight embrace.
“I’ll do it.”
Damian sniffled into his sleeve. “I missed you, brother.”
“I missed you too, lil bro.” Paul said, releasing him.
“Come on, Ireland!” Lindsey called as she bounded past. “And you too, Ireland Senior!”
“Senior?” Paul arched his brow with a chuckle. “I’ll show you Senior girlie!”
With that, both brothers took off running down the set to get to their places, laughing the entire way.
THE END