New Story: Dreamer

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Title: Dreamer
Author: Me (lovlerless)
Pairing: Vam

Chapter: 1/?
Rating: Starts out PG, might end NC-17 
Disclaimer: If I owned Bam or Ville, my camera would have a job.

Summary: “You might say that I’m a dreamer.” Ville and Bam are both hopeful that their tryouts for American Idol get them through.  But one thing could get in the way of another and fate plays a roll in their lives to bring them together.  But can they handle the pressure.
Warning: Might have some angsty parts.  Might be funny.  Dunno.  Just read.

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“Bam quit being a pussy, man!  We all know you can do it!”  A lanky brunette with a Baltimore accent said to his counterpart standing close to the wall, wringing his hands together.

“Yeah, dude, we all have faith in you.  Just get in there and show ‘em what you got.”  A blonde man sitting on the floor supported.

He stopped moving his hands and looked up.  “Thanks, Novak, Dunn, but what if I’m not good enough?  You’ve seen the ridicule people go through if they’re not liked.”

Dunn let out an exasperated sigh and placed his hand on Bam’s shoulder.  “Brandon, listen to me.  You can do it, you’re going to walk in there, you’re going to sing your heart out and you’ll walk out of there with a gold ticket, bro.”  He finished by giving Bam’s shoulder a slight squeeze.

A man in a green shirt walked up. “Hey, you’re up next, let’s get you an interview with Ryan Seacrest before you go in.  You don’t mind if we air this do you?”  Bam gave a small shrug.

“I don’t care.”

“Okay, follow me then.”

Bam tucked his shoulders in and dragged his feet over to where the man in the green shirt had led him.  A slightly flamboyant man wearing a slim-fit shirt and some blue jeans beckoned him over.

“Hello there, Bam is it?  What an odd name, where did you get it?”

Bam looked up at Ryan and smirked, “I got it from all the loud noise I made when I was younger.”  Ryan’s eyes got a slight bit wider.

“Oh, well that makes sense.  So you’re here, you’re a skateboarder from what I’ve heard, what made you want to sing?”

Honestly, he didn’t even know himself.  He had gotten a lot of compliments on his voice from friends, family and people he passed on the street.  “Don’t know, Ryan.  I couldn’t tell you.  I’m here to test my self out against criticism.

“Well, head it in there.”

Bam’s head stayed semi-erect as he walked the twenty feet to where he was to stand to try out.

“Hello there…Bam?”

“Yes’m.”

Paula looked up and so did Bam. “So, you’re 19 years old, you’re from Westchester, Pennsylvania and you skateboard professionally?”

Bam nodded.  Randy spoke up, “What are you going to be singing today?”

“I’m going to be singing John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’”

Paula smiled “Good song.  Hit it.”

Bam nodded for what felt like the hundredth time that day and cleared his throat.

“Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today”

By now he was into the song.  He had closed his eyes sometime within the previous line and was now unaware of the passion being put into the words.

“Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one-- “
Simon put his hand up signaling him to stop.  “Good, good.  I actually think you could get pretty far in this if you kept up singing like you did just now.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, sweetheart, I agree with Simon here.  You vocalized amazingly.”
 "Yo, baby, you got it.  Yes from me.  Paula?”
 “Yes, Simon what about you?”
 Simon sighed and smiled.  “Welcome to Hollywood, Bam.”
 Bam couldn’t believe it.  His eyes were brimming with tears.  He made it.  He actually made it to Hollywood.  “Thank you so much!”
 He said goodbye and grabbed his gold slip on the way out.  He stepped out side the door and was bombarded with hugs and smiles from his friends, kisses from his mother and his father’s silent pride.
 “So, how do you feel?  You’ve got the golden ticket.”
 “I feel fantastic, Ryan.  I feel fantastic.

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A/N: This story just came naturally to me for some reason.
Comments? Con-crit? I live off of them.