Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Wow, this is my first fanfic in a while, and my first Glee fanfic. I'm a total gleek btw. This is kinda me just broadening my horizons *insert dramatic sigh* Okay, so this first chapter is called pilot for a reason-it's like my tester chapter. If I don't get a good response, which I doubt I will, I probably won't continue it. After all, I thrive for reviews. So please R&R
(My Yu-gi-oh brings all the freaks to the yard and their like, "Is that a monster card?" Oh yeah, I've got a monster card, and it's called the winged dragon of Ra. My Yu-gi-oh brings all the freaks to the yard.)
Pilot
'This wasn't a mistake, this wasn't a mistake" I kept repeating to myself over and over again. It wasn't a mistake, right? I mean sure, they may not be the most popular around school, but after seeing their 'Empire State of Mind' (I was extremely shocked by their song choice, it didn't have the most 'kid-friendly' lyrics...) performance, I kind of wanted to be part of that− to be part of something. Besides, I gave bi-daily impromptu ukulele concerts in the school hallways (don't ask, don't tell XD!), so I shouldn't have a problem with this.
I knocked, Three short knocks on the door to the New Directions (or as a jock so lovingly put it 'A new way to get your ass kicked in all directions) rehearsal room, then I entered. I would be lying if I said that everyone didn't turn to look at me, and everyone didn't gasp when they saw me. Geez, they acted like they've never seen a boy with blue hair (don't worry, tomorrow it'll probably be green or something) carrying a ukulele like a gunslinger. Pft, kids nowadays.
"Um, can I help you?" The teacher, presumably Mr. Shue, asked. Legend has it that he runs a factory where he employs illegal immigrant children to manufacture the ungodly amounts of gel in his hair (I was pretty sure it was illegal in 42 out of 50 states).
"I was wondering if I could maybe audition for glee club if it isn't too late." The hair! The hair!
"Of course it isn't!" He smiled excitedly. "Take the stage."
I walked up to the front of the room and tried not to look anyone directly in the eye. I wasn't shy; I just didn't know anyone in here yet.
"Uh, hi guys." I have a little wave. "My name is Reeves, and uh, I'm gonna be auditioning with 'Wake me up when September Ends' by Green Day. I'll be doing a super awesome ukulele cover, so yeah, enjoy!"
I quickly checked to make sure it was till tuned (damn ukulele's gonna be the death of me), then I began to play.
(A.N. If you haven't checked out this song (which I mean you probably have, who hasn't!) then do it! It's the most awesomest song ever, and yes, it is possible to do it on ukulele, because I have, super hard, but possible)
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
I looked around the room, and then settled on just looking at the back wall. It's so much easier than trying to look at any one person. like my father's come to pass here comes the rain again as my memory rests summer has come and passed ring out the bells again here comes the rain again as my memory rests Summer has come and passed like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
I smiled slightly as the song came to a close. It was easily my favorite song, and I believed I did it justice. People were clapping and then a small brown haired girl ran up to me.
"On behalf of the glee club as a whole, I'd like to officially welcome you to the New Directions. As the leader of the club, it is my duty to make sure all new members feel entirely comfortable in our new family. Also as the most talented member─"
Someone off to the side laughed, but she just rolled her eyes and continued.
"As I was saying, as the most talented member of glee, I believe it is my duty to say that you may be the most talented male, still no where near as talented as me though, so I am proposing that we become glee's new power couple."
Was this chick serious! I've been in here for maybe five minutes, maybe, and she's trying to date me. I don't even know her name! I was about to tell her this, but of course I was interrupted before I could do any damage to her (I was about to go off on her!)
"Rachel, what's going on!" An (awkwardly) tall boy sitting in the back screamed.
"Oh nothing Finnie Pooh." Before going back to Finn (I'm pretty sure it's Fin, because Finnie?), she mouthed call me, then left to sit next to Finn. I would have to watch out for her.
"Mr. Shue." A blonde girl sitting on the very back riser next to a spanish-looking girl raised her hand.
"Yes Bri─"
"We can't keep him here. We've got to take him back to the sea!"
"Just try your best to ignore what she says." Mr. Shue whispered to me.
"Well," he says slightly louder. "It seems the only seat available is next to…Brittany…"
I curse to myself, then gather my things, well, thing, and go sit beside her.
"Hello, my name is Reeves, very pleased to meet you." I held out my hand for her to shake. I'd try the diplomatic approach.
"Do you know Ariel?" She asked, staring at my hand.
Oh, hell no!
"Mr. Shue!" I yelled. "Is there any possible way I can maybe switch seats?"
Brittany grabbed my arm. "But the octopus will come and steal your voice! Just like she did to Ariel!"
Oh! She's talking about The Little Mermaid.
"No Brittany, sweetie, I'm not a mermaid."
"Mermaids have blue hair though."
I sighed. "My hair is blonde. I dyed it blue."
"You killed your hair? Why?" She got a look of complete horror on her face.
"I─ never mind." It wasn't worth it. It simply wasn't worth it.
(My singing brings all the critics to the yard, and they're like, "You suck really hard" I know I suck really hard, but there's nothing you can do at all. My singing brings all the critics to the yard.)
Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: And that is where I will be leaving off. The pilot is officially finished. So please R&R I worked supah happi hard on it.