Live Audition

Live Audition


Summary: Sasuke is a promising guitarist with the vocals of an angel, but his life behind the curtain is anything but angelic. Sex, drugs, and heart wrenching affairs, that’s what it meant to be a rock star, but one live audition for the position of a manger changes his point of view radically.


Live Audition


Sasuke slouched down deep into the black sofa. He had been there for hours, watching the raw talent of so many disappointing musicians. Music was his life. It was the essence for which he lived. If anyone was to work under him and manage his affairs then they would need to understand this. So far no one got it.

He watched a flimsy woman dance around the stage with the microphone tight in hand, belting away without any recognition of what the words actually meant. Her complete ignorance of the value of the lyrics annoyed Sasuke highly. He held his hand up beckoning her to stop immediately. The dark atmosphere totally absorbed her.

“So did I get the job?” The woman dared to speak.

Sasuke laughed dryly. “Why would I hire you when I could just go out and buy a croaking toad at the local pet store?”

The woman looked appalled at his comment. She threw down the microphone and appeared as if she was about to break down and cry. “You will never get anywhere in life with an attitude like that! People only like you because of your voice, but if they knew the asshole behind it they would quickly move on.”On that note she left the stage leaving small trials of tears in her wake.

She was right for the most part. People did love him because of his voice, but they also loved him because he was an asshole. If she couldn’t handle that small fact then she shouldn’t have even auditioned.

He lit a match, inhaling the tantalizing smell before placing it in front of his cigarette. He sucked the nicotine filled stick without hesitation. The lights dimmed signaling the end of the audition. Sasuke sighed. Even though it wasn’t his idea to hold the audition he was expecting to find something at the end of the day, but as luck would have it nothing could ever go his way.

He got up from his seat taking his jacket from the one of the body guards. He was three seconds away from the door before he heard the loud pattered of feet on the stage. He didn’t even turn around.

“I thought I told you that I didn’t need a talent such as yours.”

“I assure you sir you didn’t tell me any such thing.”

The cigarette from Sasuke’s hand fell instantly. That voice, that dignified and big headed voice could only belong to one individual. He slowly pivoted until his body faced the stage once again. There on the stage just as he envisioned was that blond haired beauty, with the sapphire eyes that could drown the whole world in their splendor.

Naruto Uzumaki had arrived.

Sasuke smiled slightly as he lit another cigarette. “Audition’s closed.”

“Well I implore you to reopen it.” The blond grinned wildly, the grin that Sasuke had become so accustomed to.

Sasuke slid off his jacket and sat back down on the black sofa. “You have three minutes to impress me. Don’t waste my time.”

The blonde nodded and he too began to take off his jacket. His since of style was one thing that would never change. His ripped orange t- shirt and black straight legs curved around his body gracefully. The various piercings that entangled his face glowed off of the lighting. It was magnificent. He was magnificent.

He took out his guitar, which was also orange, and began to strum a few beats. Once he was satisfied he began to play. Sasuke closed his eyes as he listened. The heavy blast of hardcore rock music entered his soul and filled him with the memories of their past.
He saw himself and his blond back in high school, laughing and living as they had always done. They were lovers once more, sneaking around corners and classrooms to embrace passionately once again. He remembered the warm feeling of Naruto’s tan skin against his pale body. The sound of his voice as he left soft kisses down his chest.

Sasuke couldn’t help but to notice the change in his temperature. The pulsing sound of Naruto’s guitar was pouring so much into him he could hardly take it. His mind rushed through the memories faster now. Skipping through the minor details of their life and heading straight into the bedroom where they had laid together so often.

Naruto was as much of a beast in bed as he was the guitar. He quenched Sasuke’s sexual appetite as best he could, always changing things up so that he would never get bored. Naruto was the best thing that happened to Sasuke. He imagined Naruto stretched out on his king side bed, begging for Sasuke to join him and fuck him until the sun came up. The bulge in Sasuke’s pants was becoming evident. He needed a release. He needed Naruto.

He threw his hand up, forcing Naruto to stop playing. The lust in his eyes was so obvious that it could have been written on his forehead. “Naruto come here,”

Naruto did as he was told and walked towards the couch. “Yes?”

Sasuke pulled Naruto down onto his lap so that he was straddled in place of his erected member. “You got the job, now why don’t we celebrate?”

“Celebrate?” Naruto asked in a highly seductive voice.

Sasuke flipped Naruto around so that Naruto was on his back. He nuzzled his head into the blond’s neck and took in his scent. Yes this was what he desired.

“Sasuke,” Naruto’s voice was pleading.

Sasuke moaned at the sound. “Yeah I know I’ll hurry up.”

“No, Sasuke I want you too…”

Sasuke was taking his pants off so fast that he hardly noticed the change in the environment. “I got it Naruto, I’m about to put it in.”

“Get the fuck off of me!” Naruto suddenly said, pushing the dark haired man off of him with great force.

Sasuke sat at the edge of the couch confused, hurt, and mostly annoyed. He wanted an explanation now.

“What the fuck? I thought that’s what you wanted,”

Naruto laughed. “Thanks for the job, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sasuke watched bewildered as his ex-boyfriend from so many years ago walked out on him once again. He clutched his fist and put back on his pants. No one had ever rejected having sex with him, especially not Naruto. He put his jacket back on and stormed out of the building.

“We’re leaving,” He didn’t even bother to look back at his bodyguards.

He hopped in the backseat of the limo and waited for it to pull off. The whole ride all he could think of was sex. More than anything he needed it. He thought about who he would do, where they would do it, and how hard he wanted it. Usually he topped. He loved the feeling of having power over someone but tonight he wanted to bottom and there was only one man he would ever let do that to him.

The limo pulled up outside of the Uchiha estate and he got out quickly not even thinking about closing the door behind him. He charged into the house, sweat dripping from his forehead. He rushed up to his room and searched through his drawers for the something that would make all of the pain go away. He grabbed the bag of the white substance concealed by his underwear and frantically spread it out on his desk in four straight lines.

He checked his drawer for the straw he used to snort it but couldn’t find it anywhere. Thinking that he was on some kind of time schedule he reached into his pocket and pulled out the first paper bill he felt. Of course it had to be a one hundred dollar bill. He didn’t care about that though. He quickly rolled it until it was a perfect circular shape and put it over the first line of pure cocaine. He inhaled the lines in a matter of seconds.

He walked backwards and fell onto his bed just staring at the wall. It never hit him immediately. In fact it was always the same. Five minutes after snorting the drug everything became blurry and he found himself balling for the bathroom. He bent over the toilet and started hurling everything he had eaten that day. That was new.

He had never thrown up before. He smiled thinking that his new supplier was legit. He stumbled to the sink washing his hands and then brushing his teeth. He took off his shirt and pants and moved over to his dresser and threw on some pajamas, his blue satin ones to be specific. He stumbled out of his room and made his was down the hall, banging on one of the doors harshly.

The door flew open and Sasuke fell straight on his face. He stared up at his brother amused but didn’t move from off the floor.

“What the fuck do you want? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Sasuke reached up and grabbed Itachi’s limp cock. “Give it to me.”

Itachi rolled his eyes. “What are you on this time Sasuke? Why don’t you lay off the drugs for once in your life? I’m sure if you do the various brain cells you’ve lost will return.”

“Shut up! I didn’t ask you to lecture me about my drug use. If you’re not going to fuck me I’m pretty sure I can find someone else who’s willing to.”

Itachi’s eyes turned bright red. “Do not raise you’re fucking voice at me you arrogant brat, especially not at 2 o’ clock in the damn morning. You want me to fuck you then fine, but I got shit to do in the morning so pardon me if I can’t oblige you tonight. But you better believe that tomorrow night I going to fuck you hard into the base of my bed to make you pay for your haughtiness.”

Sasuke whined. He needed it tonight not tomorrow. “I can’t wait until then, I’m going to explode.”

Itachi placed his foot above Sasuke’s erection and pressed on it. “You’re so pitiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you come home with this bad of a problem since Naruto left you,”
Sasuke winced at the name.

“Don’t tell me he’s come back?” Itachi scanned his brother’s face for the answer. “Oh this is too rich. He denied you sex so now you’ve come crawling to me. You’re such a disgrace. I can’t figure out why he even agreed to go out with you in the first place. Now get out of my doorway I’m going back to sleep.”

Itachi slammed the door and left Sasuke outside. Sasuke just sat there. The anger inside of him was building up fast. He stood up and stammered to the staircase. He snatched the glass vase off the mantle and threw it down the stairs. He couldn’t control his actions anymore. He kicked down his down and went on a rampage in his room. He turned over the bed, and threw his plasma screen television at the window. Before he knew it he was crying.

How did his life get like this? Things were so simple in the past. He had a loving and wonderful boyfriend, his band was still together, and he wasn’t doing drugs. It seemed like in an instant his whole life went tumbling down hill. He happened to glance up and there he was in the mirror. He couldn’t stand the sight. He punched the large mirror and it shattered into tiny pieces. Where had his life gone?

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