Hello my Lovely Gleeks! This is my first fan-fiction ever, and I am so excited to be wanting to write this. Anyways, getting to my point, before I make a brief prologue, I asked my creative writing teacher if I could do a fan-fiction for my assignment, as well as my regular homework for the class, and I found out that she watches Glee. Anyways, that aside, I'm doing a Warblers SYOC, since it seems that they are a fan favorite, but not on the show that much. Ok, I've written this long enough to know where this is going so I'll begin my introduction.
Oh, and the application is on my profile.
Introduction
Three years ago, the Warblers had been suspended due to their act in steroids, and other drug injections. All the previous members are graduated. I had remembered reading about that at my previous school. This year would be the year that the Warblers could start new. I was excited because, well hell, lets face it, I had wanted to be a part of the famous a Capella group since I was old enough to sing in my church choir.
Then the noise of all the incoming students, who either coming back, or freshman, brought me back to reality.
"Umm hi?" I ask the boy, who was sitting at his laptop doing who knows what, as I begin to place my school bag on the bed.
"Oh hi, sorry I didn't hear you come in. I'm Zach," he tells me, as he gets up from his laptop. "I was just looking up the soccer schedule," he tells me, as he pushes some of his hair to the left side of his face.
"So you play soccer?" I ask sounding confused, but try my best to not show it, as I begin to unpack the bag that had my Dalton uniforms in it.
"Well yeah, Kind of. I play, but not for the academy," he tells me, as he sounds rather abashed to confess such a thing to a roommate he had just met.
"Why not?" I ask sounding interested.
"I'm not all that great at it. I played in fifth grade, but left the team, due to me being the kid that couldn't play all that great," he tells me, as though he had been through this before. "What are you looking to do since the academy wants us to do two things?" he asks, as though he had thought about this.
"I want to be a Warbler," I tell him happily, as I pull out one of my music sheets, and begin to study it, though I had studied it enough, so I knew I wouldn't have to.
"Seriously, do you know how hard it is to be a Warbler?" Zach asks me as though he held a grudge against them.
"I know all about them not being able to do anything for three years. I've been wanting to be a Warbler since I was like six, and I didn't even live around here," I tell him, as I place my black Chuck Taylor's underneath my bed, and set up my milk crates of DVD's up at the foot of my bed. Most of them being musicals, or cheesy black and white DVD's from when I was a kid that had special meaning to me.
"That's cool. At least you've thought about what you want to do. I've got nothing," Zach tells me, as his brown eyes meet my green eyes, and then back at the floor.
"Yeah, you do. You, and I have soccer to play," I tell him, as I stand up, and trade my school shoes, in for my Nike soccer cleats, and stand over him.
"What is your name anyways?" Zach asks me, as I realized I hadn't given his my name.
"Hayden, oh, and there is one more thing," I tell him, as I realized, I hadn't given him a reason to at least try out for the team.
"What's that?" he asks, as runs his fingers through his hair, as though, he would try to ruff it up a little bit to make himself look cool.
"You try out, and don't make the team, you audition for the Warblers," I tell him, as we reach the soccer field.