The backstage is darkly lit with cords and tripping hazards causing Whitaker to trip into a woman backstage in a dark purple suit with a black wrap covering her hair and neck ‘ a hijab if he remembers what Fox said at the bar, right.’ ‘ I’m so sorry ma’am’ The woman helps him back up ‘ It’s alright, it’s dark. You must be up next.’ Whitaker nods aggressively making the woman giggle a little bit. ‘ I wish you luck. I just had to touch up on Robby.’ ‘ Who?’ the woman giggles till she stares him down ‘ Grave Robbers, lead singer and guitarist, Micheal ‘ Robby’ Robinavitch?’ Whitaker shakes his head. She beckons the boy over towards her side of the curtain before pointing towards the judges table. There's an angry looking man, a bald man, and a woman in a red dress, but what really takes Whitaker’s attention is the man at the end of the row. He rested his head in his large palm with a blank glow from his brown eyes. He has a pepper beard much shorter than any man Whitaker remembers seeing growing up. The man is in an black sheer top with his large chest exposed with hair ever present on his body from his face, chest, and even his arms. He has golden necklaces layer on except one in silver which is a star, Whitaker believes but can’t tell from his angle. The man has a few old fading tattoos like what Whitaker had seen on the people at the bar, but this man makes them so much more interesting. Before too long the girl on stage leaves crying while Whitaker is told to go out onto stage. He’s handed a microphone and stands in the center on the x with duct tape on the floor. ‘ Hello, and you are ?’ the woman preened out. ‘ I’m Dennis Whitaker, ma’am.’ the crowd chuckles at that. Whitaker stares up with a grimace of fear. ‘ And how old are you ?’ ‘ I just turned 18 ma’am’ ‘ and where are you from Dennis?’ The angry man growls out ‘ Nebraska, sir’ Whitaker nods his head. His eyes keep flitting back the bored man at the end who hasn’t looked up once. ‘ and Dennis, what will you be performing for us?’the bald man interjects ‘I’ll be singing, Can’t help falling in love, sir’ The judges all nod for Dennis to start singing. He takes a deep breath before the music starts. He closes his eyes while he begins the song. It comes out the same sweet melody but with a sugar like coating as he can sing higher than the original song. He gets towards the end of the song when he finally opens his eyes ‘ take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you. For, I can’t help falling in love … with … you.’ He finishes the song, the audience in silence as are the judges before they all start suddenly clapping and cheering. Whitaker stands in shock. He looks at the judge at the end of the table, Robby whose smile with his arms crossed. ‘ Where did you learn to sing like that?’ Robby asks ‘I used to sing in my church choir, my mother always said that god gave me the gift of singing, so I’ve been singing most my life.’ Whitaker's drawl comes out heavy on that sentence. ‘ Dennis, as the guest judge, I’m given the ability to use a golden buzzer to send anyone of my choosing to the final.’ Whitaker nods. ‘ And I’m choosing you.’ Robby stands up and slams the golden buzzer. Golden confetti flies around and Robby gets onto the stage to congratulate Whitaker. The man towers over Dennis a good 6 or more inches. Robby brings Dennis into a side hug while they smile and wave at the camera. Robby looks down at him ‘ I can’t wait to see where you go, Dennis, congratulations.’ He claps him on the back before going back to his seat. The other judges ask questions, same with the host but it’s all a blur for Dennis who is thinking more about the heat that Robby’s hand had brought onto his own body from his side hip to his back. Eventually, he’s taken to a hotel for the finalist and other returning stars to wait it out.
A little bit from the work regarding my Fame AU about Robby and Whitaker. Tell me if you like it or would want to see more, but I’m busy so this will be worked on when I have time too.