Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

no, Cameron thought to himself as he stopped in the doorway.
    "Cameron, could you get the door, please," the principal instructed as she sat in the seat behind her desk. Following her example, Cameron's parents sat in the seats opposite Mrs. Schultz, leaving an empty one between them.
    Shutting the door, Cameron slowly turned back around and walked to the vacant seat, sitting lightly on the edge of it while placing his backpack and clarinet on the ground before him within reach should he feel the need to flee the office. Oh no.
    "You're probably wondering why I asked you here," the principal began, looking from Cameron's mother to his father. "I'll start off by asking you this: Do you know where Cameron was last night and what he was doing there?"
    Oh shit.
    "He went to a coffee shop before attending a cocktail party we hosted last evening," Cameron's mother explained before adding, "which he was late for," with a disapproving frown cast in Cameron's direction. "As for what he was doing, he was getting a coffee with his friend Suzie."
    "That's not all he was doing," said the principal with a small smirk.
    Oh shit.
    "He was singing," the principal said now smiling plainly. "From what I'm told, the shop was packed with people there to listen to Cameron sing. Including, Mr. Wolfe here," the principal said acknowledging the man that had been leaning against the wall by the window. Cameron hadn't even noticed him until that moment.
    "Did Cameron do something wrong?" Cameron's mother asked with a frown.
    "No," Mr. Wolfe and the principal said in unison.
    "I'm a talent scout for Noisy Records and your son is phenomenal. Here," Mr. Wolfe said striding up to Cameron's mother and handing her a tablet PC as it began to play Cameron singing You Make Me Happy .
    Glancing over, Cameron saw himself singing while gazing longingly into Morgan's eyes. Oh fuck.
    "Cameron," Mr. Wolfe said addressing Cameron directly. "You have an amazing gift and I want to sign you."
    "Huh?" Cameron said utterly confused. He was too preoccupied dreading the moment his mother passed the tablet to his father so that they could both see their faggot son singing to another guy before turning their rage and hatred on him.
    Sign me? That's ridiculous, Cameron thought to himself. My parents will never allow this. Being a singer isn't a real job. Not to mention one that sings love songs to boys. They're going to flip.
    "If you're tracking him down through the school I assume you have an offer ready and there's a deadline attached to it," Cameron's father spoke for the first time, his lawyer voice firmly conveying his expectations.
    That's Dad's lawyer voice, thought Cameron. Is he... is he considering this?
    "Yes," Mr. Wolfe said. "I'm leaving this evening for LA and would like Cameron to come with me. As for the contract, here is what I am authorized to offer," he said pulling a packet of paper out of the suitcase on the ground next to the principal's desk.
    Taking the contract, Cameron's father pulled out a shiny pen and began reading it with a well trained eye. "Do you have time to discuss the specifics?" He asked without looking up from the document.
    He is considering it, Cameron realized. He is actually weighing this as an option. I've only ever dreamed of becoming a singer. But... but they said it wasn't realistic.
    "Of course," Mr. Wolfe said with a smile.
    "What about his course load?" Cameron's Mother asked, lifting her gaze from the paused frame on the tablet.
    Mom's considering it too? Cameron thought feeling his face slacken to an expression of blank shock. Glancing over, Cameron saw the frame his mother was staring at and his eyes bulged a little in terror. She's figured it out. Oh no, Dad probably doesn't know yet. That's why Mom is playing along. As soon as she tells Dad... game over.
    "It's very near the end of the year as it is so I don't see it being a problem if Cameron completes his assignments and finals online," the principal said with a smile.
    "Good," Cameron's mother said. "I'm going to step out and phone the office to let them know I'm taking the day off," she said as she stood and headed for the door. "Jack," she said to Cameron's father who stood and followed her out without lifting his eyes from the contract.
    Oh fuck, Cameron thought as he realized his mother had taken the tablet with her. She would only need to send a text to her assistant for that. She's showing it to Dad. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!
    "How are you doing in there?"