AN- another new story :) I think I'm on a roll. Leave a comment let me know what you think even if you think it sucks. Thanks. I OWN NOTHING. I DON'T OWN "I DREAMED A DREAM". I DON'T OWN GLEE. oOoOoOo= time elapse
"No, Jesse, no. I…I'm not ready." Frozen stiff in my favorite chair in the corner of my fabulously decorated room, I was suddenly terrified as Jesse bent over to put the tape in my bedazzled radio.
"Yes Rachel, you are. You've always been ready." And against my wishes, he put the tape in and pressed play, and before I could even react, kissed my forehead and walked out.
My eyes widened as her voice filled the air.
"I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
And still I dreamed she'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed the dream, I dreamed."
As the final notes lingered in the air, I realized that a steady flow of tears ran down my face. Her voice was utterly amazing. The emotion that stood out the most to me though, was regret. Suddenly, I knew that I had to find her. At first it was a want, but now it was a necessity. As my determination set in, I walked over to my tape player and hit "replay."
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The next morning, I awoke refreshed. I had dreamt of my mother last night. In my dreams her face was a blur. Even if I knew she was a beautiful singer, I did not know what she looked like. Yet.
As my daddy drove me to school in his blue hybrid, I wondered why he didn't want me to know who my mother was. He knew that I will always love him unconditionally, right? It wasn't that I wanted to abandon him for my mother. I just needed to fill this hole inside my heart. It may sound melodramatic, but it's who I am and what I feel, and nobody but my mother could change that.
When we passed by Carmel High, something caught my eye, Christmas light boxes! "Stop!" I yelled at my daddy. With my curiosity piqued, I snuck over to behind the auditorium where the dumpster was located. My eyes filled with horror as I took in what I was looking at. Empty light boxes, empty boxes for red Chantilly lace, and wigs.
Vocal Adrenaline was going Gaga.
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As the school bell rang, I swiftly walked to the front of the choir room. "Fellow glee-clubbers, I feel that it is my duty to report to you about what I found in Carmel High's dumpster. From what I gather, Vocal Adrenaline is going for full out theatricality. In other words, Carmel is doing Lady Gaga.
Shouts of, "We're dead", "Let's give up now", and "Crap", filled the room. When the volume reached its peak, Mister Schuester yelled, "Enough! We can't let this get us down guys! If they can do it so can we. Theatricality here we come!