This is just a little something to fill the gap between now and April.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Rachel Berry sat in the choir room. She played a few keys and smiled to herself. Life was good. Her song had gotten a standing ovation. She had done it. Finn Hudson could stick that in his pipe and smoke it, in the words of April Rhodes. She tapped all her inner pain and if he still didn't get the message then he was a total idiot. She did what Quinn said she couldn't and she wrote an amazing song. She did it. She finally got it right. She giggled a bit giggly.
She couldn't remember the last time, winning felt this good. Yes, she won a lot. She had countless trophies but none of them felt as good as the one her friends had awarded her. She had placed it on her night stand and it brought a smile to her face whenever she looked at it. Mr. Shuster had personalized it for her. It had read:
Rachel Barbara Berry
Most Valuable Performer
Regionals 2011
When she read that she couldn't keep herself from smiling. They had voted her unanimously. It left her feeling awesome. She hit a wrong key on the piano and it didn't even phase her. She usually would have given herself a mental scolding for hitting wrong notes but she just smiled. She heard a knock on the door and she turned around to look at who was standing in the doorway.
In the doorway stood Coach Beiste. She smiled at Rachel. "Hello, Coach. Is there something I can do for you?" The football coach smiled at the young girl. "I just wanted to congratulate you. Will… I mean Mr. Shuster showed me the video of Regionals. Your solo was amazing," the older woman said.
Rachel felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. For some reason, a compliment coming from Ms. Beiste felt that much more rewarding. She thought it was because the woman often didn't talk to her unless it was necessary. "Thank you," Rachel said.
The woman walked into the room. "Rachel, you remind me of me when I was your age." She took a seat next to Rachel. "I do?" Rachel asked. She didn't see how they were anything alike… unless Ms. Beiste had a secret, burning passion for the theatre.
"When I was your age, I tried hard to be a good student but I never gave myself much of a break. I always had to push myself to practice. I didn't have a lot of friends so I learned how to play the clarinet, flute, and piano within my four years of high school," the woman said.
Rachel didn't like where this was going.
"You are so much like me yet you are so different. You want to be good at everything. You push yourself so hard… but your also different then me. You have this club and your friends. I wish I could have been as lucky as you," the woman says.
Rachel smiled. "I am pretty lucky aren't I?" She asked even though they both knew the answer. Coach Beiste patted Rachel's shoulder and stood up. "Have a nice day, Rachel," she said with a smile as she walked out of the room. Rachel smiled back and repeated the words. She was lucky… that was for sure.
Author's note:
This is just something I wrote quickly in honor of my show choir. I'm lucky to have them and I love them. I'd appreciate feed back. Thanks for reading.