The name Rachel Berry was now known all around the world, just like she always wanted.
Was she happy? Yes of course.
Did she want more? ... We're still talking about Rachel Berry here. She wanted it all.
She lifted her hand right after shouting that last note. This high pitched lovely sound only her could make. Eyes filled with tears, she waved at the crowd with that giant smile only her could give. Rachel took a bow and rushed backstage.
«Good one Berry. You killed it! » Yelled Santana, her manager/best friend, from the other side of the room.
«San, I know I was good. No in fact, I know I was AMAZING, but those dancers ... I mean two of them almost fell off the stage TWICE and the backup singers couldn't hit the notes. We have to audition ASAP. Plus, I want the director OUT. We're always doing the same songs, the same dance routine, I'm sick of it.»
Santana walked her way to Rachel who was brushing her hair in front of her mirror full of photos and golden stars.
«Look missy, we will hold auditions tomorrow, but now chill out. I've got plans to get laid with B tonight and aren't you supposed to have a date yourself? Stop thinking about backup singers and lights for a minute and think about getting in his pants. Yummy, ah, if I wasn't with Brit, the things I would have done to this naughty guy you can't imagine in that little saint's head of yours. »
«Gross ! Anyway I am not going on this date. I have better things to do. » Snapped Rachel in a whisper.
Santana rolled her eyes and breathed deeply.
« You have to get over Finn someday sweetheart and staying in your house alone crying desperately to The way we were won't help you do that I swear. Go out, get crazy, have some fun for once ! »
« I am over Finn. I'm just not ready to get hurt again that's all.»
«Yeah right. Got to go. See you in the morning for the auditions. »
_GLEE_
The very next morning Rachel took a hot steamed shower, put on a waist-belted blue dress, did her make-up and vocalized for about an hour. She went down on Fifth Avenue where Santana was waiting for her to get things done.
They were in an auditorium, lights low and a desk full of papers.
« Number One on stage now. » Screamed San.
A blond girl, around 20 came on the stage.
«My god, is it a joke? » Asked Rachel to no one in particular.
Quinn was standing in front of them. Quinn, the girl Rachel hated the most in High school. The one who stole Finn away from her way too many times. The one who's always been mean to her. Rachel wouldn't let that one slide.
«I suppose you are here to audition for the position of backup singer Quinn?»
«Yes. Otherwise I wouldn't be standing right there.»
«Go right ahead. We are listening.»
Quinn sang The name of the game by ABBA. She was dancing around, making sweet faces, connecting with the invisible audience. Well, she was good.
Rachel scribbled some words in her notepad and she stared at Quinn for about a minute.
«You were really good there Quinn. But you should have known that in these auditions, first of all you need to sing one of my songs so we can evaluate you better and second of all, we do not need good, we need PERFECTION. You're just not quite there yet. »
«Didn't get the point? I'll translate it to you Barbie, MOVE. » Said Santana proudly.
After hours of auditions and bad songs, San and Rachel were exhausted. No one seemed good or passionate enough. They took off, hoping that the next day things would get better.
Santana was heading to her car when she received a phone call.
«Hi, Santana on the line.»
«Oh great, well yes of course she will be thrilled. Can't wait to see you. Mmm mm you got the job. Ok great, see you. »
The new director of the show just came to her, didn't even need to look for it. She knew Rachel would be pissed about her taking that decision alone, but San hoped she would forget it soon.
_GLEE_
Rachel wasn't exactly in the mood for auditions. Since yesterday's disaster, she couldn't be less enthusiastic. She didn't even take time in the morning to get ready. She threw on a black jumpsuit and attached her hair in a neglected ponytail. She sat next to Santana and sighed.
«Ok, now don't be mad but I got a call yesterday and I found a new director for the show. It'll be awesome, he knows what he does Rach. Trust me. » Whispered San carefully.
«You didn't wait for me? It's still my show San.»
«Just trust me alright. I wouldn't do anything stupid and you know it. » Said Santana with a killer smile.
«Mr. DIRECTOR. It's your cue. » She screamed.
This handsome guy appeared. Tall, tanned, build, beautiful eyes and a Mohawk. PUCK.
«This is the stupidest idea you ever had Santana Lopez. I should rip off your face. Get him out now. » Said Rachel through her teeth staring at San's face.
«Hey Rachel, Santana. Thanks for the job. I'll make this show way better than the shit this idiot before did.»
«Santana had an aneurysm yesterday. We really don't need your help Noah. Thank you for your time.» announced Rachel rapidly.
Puck jumped off the stage and walked by them.
«See you tomorrow Berry, I knew you missed my nice little ass ! »