Everyone seems to love CameronXDamian, I don't blame them!

These boys are… well they can make people loose their train of thought! I am here, considering writing a story about the lovely duo, ideas, feedbacks all is welcome!

Damian McGinty nervously made his way to stage, wondering if he did need to have the ability to dance in order to compete in this competition. Obviously, Damian could not dance he was the model of the term, 'two left feet'. He sung his heart out and crossed his fingers praying that he got in. He kept it to the back of his mind, knowing that if he worried over it that it would do him no good in the long run.

The Irish lad headed home and continued on with life, not thinking about the marvelous people he had met in the auditions or the sad fact that he might never see some of them again. The day of the 'Skype Call' dwindled on the horizon, making it almost impossible for Damian to shove the idea of not receiving the call into the back of his mind.

He could not count the numerous amount of time his mother had barged into his room, rollers still in her hair and demanded he get some sleep. Damian could not count, nor did he want to the many sleepless nights he had suffered with. With a groan he had always nodded at his mother and shut the door as she left, then flicked his light switch off and laid it bed. He would wait for the morning, his stomach in knots.

"Damian!" His mother called out, making Damian shoot up straight in bed. He muttered to himself angrily, "The one time I actually fall asleep and she wake me up". He stalked out of his room to find his mother pointing to the clock and then at the laptop.

"What?" Damian yawned.

"Damain!" His mother laughed, "Have you forgotten?"

For a moment Damian stared at her with a blank and rather dopey expression on his face, before finally something clicked in the Irish lad's head, "THE CALL!"

His mother chuckled as she watched her son scurry about his laptop, before a loud thud met her eyes.

"Watch your toes" She smiled, as Damian hopped around cursing under his breath. He finally plopped himself in front of the laptop, still rubbing his raw and angry toe. With an annoyed glance at the table, he pushed the laptop opened and began his Skype staring at the screen.

Eventually a 'begin call' sign appeared and Damian eagerly accepted it. Robert smiled at the boy, who peered at the screen with interest. Robert was the casting director and Damian couldn't help but allow his mouth to fall open with an audible pop.

"Damian" Robert grinned, "Welcome to The Glee Project!"

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