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Oct. 8th, 2015
"Help me make it through the night."
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burninginsideWho: Cole Carrington and Justin Campbell
What: Help in unexpected places
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Thursday morning
It had been Presley who came up with the incredible idea that maybe Cole could help Justin... and vice versa. Of course, Cole had been skeptical. Cynical, even. Though, only right at the start when Presley told him to just shut up for a few minutes while he explained. Somehow, by some miracle, Emilio had brought Cole back into his life that he had picked up the pieces of with Presley. Presley wanted to help, but at the same time, he knew how hard the fight with addiction was. He also knew how hard the fight with mental illness was. It was through that which he made the suggestion that maybe Cole and Justin could help each other.
Cole just didn't want to fuck the poor kid up anymore than he already was. But Presley pointed out that if Justin didn't want to do it, he wouldn't. Apparently Justin was a pretty smart kid when he was well. When he wasn't, he lost a lot of functioning and it made him felt like he was trapped in a constant shitstorm he couldn't get out of. That was when Presley had pointedly asked if that was a feeling Cole was familiar with it all. Everyone knew the answer to that.
What it boiled down to was that Cole was intimidated. He was intimidated of trying to 'help' a damaged kid when he couldn't help himself. Though, it was Emilio who pointed out to him that he could probably learn a lot from Justin. He had been through the same level of pain as Cole had, and he was a Tony Award winning Broadway superstar and charitable ambassador... What was Cole?
Cole was a fucking loser. Which was he didn't want to keep living. That was his excuse until Presley told Cole how many times Justin had tried to suicide. Which is where Cole was speechless and just sat there, dumbfounded, that a kid could be that miserable when, on the face of it, he had the world at his feet. That was why Cole was here, having just perched on the armrest of one of the seats in the audience. Justin was up at the microphone, but he wasn't singing. He was just standing there, hands wrapped around the microphone with his head resting down against it. Some sort of backing track was playing, but nothing was happening.
"You okay, kid?" he finally asked. Cole might be a fucking loser who had literally lost everything, but he still had a heart. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't have the all the pain he tried to actively drown in booze and drugs.
What: Help in unexpected places
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Thursday morning
It had been Presley who came up with the incredible idea that maybe Cole could help Justin... and vice versa. Of course, Cole had been skeptical. Cynical, even. Though, only right at the start when Presley told him to just shut up for a few minutes while he explained. Somehow, by some miracle, Emilio had brought Cole back into his life that he had picked up the pieces of with Presley. Presley wanted to help, but at the same time, he knew how hard the fight with addiction was. He also knew how hard the fight with mental illness was. It was through that which he made the suggestion that maybe Cole and Justin could help each other.
Cole just didn't want to fuck the poor kid up anymore than he already was. But Presley pointed out that if Justin didn't want to do it, he wouldn't. Apparently Justin was a pretty smart kid when he was well. When he wasn't, he lost a lot of functioning and it made him felt like he was trapped in a constant shitstorm he couldn't get out of. That was when Presley had pointedly asked if that was a feeling Cole was familiar with it all. Everyone knew the answer to that.
What it boiled down to was that Cole was intimidated. He was intimidated of trying to 'help' a damaged kid when he couldn't help himself. Though, it was Emilio who pointed out to him that he could probably learn a lot from Justin. He had been through the same level of pain as Cole had, and he was a Tony Award winning Broadway superstar and charitable ambassador... What was Cole?
Cole was a fucking loser. Which was he didn't want to keep living. That was his excuse until Presley told Cole how many times Justin had tried to suicide. Which is where Cole was speechless and just sat there, dumbfounded, that a kid could be that miserable when, on the face of it, he had the world at his feet. That was why Cole was here, having just perched on the armrest of one of the seats in the audience. Justin was up at the microphone, but he wasn't singing. He was just standing there, hands wrapped around the microphone with his head resting down against it. Some sort of backing track was playing, but nothing was happening.
"You okay, kid?" he finally asked. Cole might be a fucking loser who had literally lost everything, but he still had a heart. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't have the all the pain he tried to actively drown in booze and drugs.
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