Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

frown. "Guess not. The news is downstairs and they're ready to interview you now."
    "Already?" Cameron asked in shock.
    "Cameron, it's almost five o'clock," his mother said with a raised eyebrow. "You're leaving with Mr. Wolfe right after the interview."
    "I... I'm... I'm not finished packing."
    With a sigh, Cameron's mother moved into the room and made her way toward the open suitcases. "I'll finish this up for you. Go on."
    Without another word, Cameron took a deep breath to settle his nerves and headed for the den where the interview was to take place.
    ****
    BUZZ! Went the insistent vibration of Morgan's cell phone where it sat on the shelf above the sink he was doing dishes in. Behind him the chatter around the room seemed to be centered on one thing. The very thing Morgan was trying so hard to put from his mind. Cameron.
    "I heard him singing at that coffee shop pretty much saved it from going bankrupt," one of his coworkers was saying.
    "He's pretty nice that way," another person said.
    "He personally called me and asked me to come. Said I would be doing him a big favor," said the first person.
    Try as he might, Morgan couldn't block the conversation out completely and it only stoked the fire of his anger. It should have been me, Morgan thought. It was my gig, he was only singing so the scout could see me. Fucking Cameron. Such a nice person they say. No, he's a fucking backstabbing jackass. Off to LA to become a big star while I rot away in this piece of shit fast food pit.
    BUZZ! BUZZ! Went his phone again.
    And he keeps texting, Morgan thought looking at the screen on his phone to see Cameron's name flash across it before it darkened. Probably going to apologize or something. He's pretty nice that way, he thought mockingly. He knows I work here. He can come apologize in person.
    "He's giving an interview on the news tonight," his coworker said excitedly.
    "I heard they had to tape it," said the other person. "He's being whisked off to LA tonight ."
    "Seriously?"
    "Yep."
    "He's so lucky."
    "Hey Morgan, you're friends with Cameron Boresky, right?"
    "Yeah, has he talked to you about what all is going on?"
    "Huh?" Morgan said hearing his name in the conversation he was trying to ignore.
    BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Went Morgan's phone before it fell off of the shelf and into the sink of soapy water.
    "Dammnit," Morgan yelled, scrambling to dig his phone out of the sink.
    "Morgan," said his boss in a warning tone as he stepped into the kitchen.
    "What?" spat Morgan rounding on his boss as his temper flared.
    "That is not appropriate language for a family restaurant," his boss said.
    " Family restaurant? More like a fast food hell hole!" Morgan roared.
    With narrowed eyes, his boss folded his arms and said dryly, "Get out. You're fired."
    "Good," Morgan said ripping off his apron before storming out of the building. Taking the familiar route home though the hole in the fence behind the restaurant and down the street to the trailer park on the outskirts of the town, Morgan's anger slowly ebbed.
    "What am I going to do?" Morgan asked himself as he drew nearer the tiny trailer he lived in with his father. Dad is gonna kill me, he thought swallowing hard.
    Stepping into the trailer, Morgan's eyes darted right to the chair his father always sat in and was relieved to see him passed out. The beer bottle still in his hand had made a mess on the floor but he would rather clean that up than explain to his father how he had lost his job.
    His paycheck was already going to be less than usual because he had taken the other night off to perform at the coffee shop. The memory of that night flashed in his mind. The way he had practically begged Cameron to sing with him left a sour taste in his mouth now that Cameron was the one off to start a career in the music industry while he was left to deal with the mess before him.
    With a sigh, Morgan reached over and grabbed a towel before he stooped down to mop up the spilt beer.
    ****
    "Have a safe trip," Cameron's mother said as he climbed into Mr. Wolfe's SUV following the interview. "And, call me when you get there. You know, to let me know you're ok."
    "I'll be fine," Cameron said a bit confused at the tears welling up in his mother's eyes. She had never been the overly affectionate type of person so this show of emotion was slightly startling for Cameron.
    "He'll be fine Sheila," Cameron's father said putting his arm around his wife's waist. "You better call though, son," he added in a