Introduction – Elijah's POV
Lima, Ohio. The one place, I hated being. The stupid fall air sucked of hints, telling me that fall was approaching. The foliage looked rather ugly, and the high school had already began it's session.
Angrily, I get out of my car, and head towards the main entrance, in hopes that it would show me where the office was, as I think back to my old school, which had a map as soon as you entered the school, so all the freshman, and newbies would know where things were. At the entrance, I see a huge banner, which stated that the school had TITAN PRIDE, in which, I had doubted everybody at the school had. Still having no idea which way to go, I had taken a guess, and decided to press my luck.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I address, even though, it was just an excuse to get her attention. I hated using the term "ma'am". I had no idea why, but it was always one of my biggest annoyances, and I wasn't sure as to how she would take it, being as some women hated the term as well.
"Shouldn't you be in class, already?" she asks grudgingly, as she meets my clear blue sky eyes. (Honestly, I swear they're clear blue, because, when I was younger they reminded me of the sky, and no, I'm not making that up. I wish I were, because having eyes you can compare with the sky isn't all that great.)
"Yes, I believe so, but I'm new here. Just started today, and I need to find the office so I can register," I tell her, only half sarcastically, as I run my fingers through my brown hair.
"My apologies," she tells me, as she doesn't offer to help me with where the office was, and I made a mental note to hope I don't have her class, and if I did, I would be the smart ass.
"On the left, two doors on the right," she finally tells me, and before I can even thank her, she walks away headed to where she should be, or so I assumed. I make my way, and finally, reach the office, opening the door, and making it slam behind me, so everyone would know that someone was there.
"Hello," a light-haired woman responds, as I step up to the desk, and I begin my countdown until winter break, so I could boycott the damned over commercialized holiday called Christmas, and head down to Mexico with my friends from where I was originally, as I pull down my Rolling Stones hoodie with my hands. It was my dads shirt, the only reminder I had left of him.
"Yes, hello, I'm Elijah Ashford," I tell the lady, so she would be able to access my records, and get the class schedule, as well as my student ID.
"Welcome to McKinley High, Mr. Ashford," the lady announces. "Here's your class schedule, Mr. Whittler's class, is already is session, and is expecting you, and I'm sure you already know the process, any questions, at any time, please don't hesitate to ask," she tells me, as I finally turn my head, and notice the class directory on the opposite side of the office wall.
Second floor, my cousin, Sam Evans was teaching. This could be one hell of year. He may be my cousin, but doesn't mean, we'll be on talking terms, other than classes.
First class went by and then I headed to look for my locker. It was then, that I had decided to scout out the music room. I couldn't find one, but I did find an abandoned room, which had looked like it hadn't been used for a while. I checked the door, and oddly enough, it was unlocked, like everyone had forgotten it had existed. That was when I had discovered the memorial plaque of someone. I stepped closer, and read it. Finn Hudson 1994-2013. That was when I knew. This was where it was. The place where they held Glee Club. How could a room so empty, and a school full of people forget about this room, and what it meant to students, such as my cousin.
Suddenly as the bell goes off, I stand there frozen. I couldn't think. Well, I could, but you know what I mean, and then I begin to sing, a Capella style.
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', no way she ain't got one
Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love
Tryin' to pour a little sugar in her Dixie cup
Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She jumped up and cut me off
She was like, oh my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round waitin' for it to come on and here it is
She was like, come here boy, I wanna dance
'Fore I said a word, she was takin' my hand
Spinnin' me around 'til it faded out
And she gave me a kiss
And she said, play it again, play it again, play it again
And I said, play it again, play it again, play it again
When I finished, I headed towards class, in which, I was sure I was late, but I didn't care. I had other ideas, and making Sam happy (in that non-sarcastic way) again was one of them. I would put every penny into my bank account if I had to make this work. Sam Evans, as well, as that boy, Finn, deserved this, and I was going make him realize this.
-Play it Again-
Sam's POV
"Eli, I'm sorry, but we can't do it, as much as I'd love to say yes, but we don't have the funds," I tell my cousin, as he walks into my classroom, in which, I was assuming was his free period.
"Technically, school groups, and or clubs, don't need funds. Athletics do," he snaps at me. He definitely was my uncle's son. I looked into his eyes, and saw that he wanted this.
"It still requires money," I point out, as I pick up another students paper, and grade it, which, wasn't that hard, because, it looked like they hadn't even put an effort into trying for an A.
"I'll put every dime into if I have to. I know Finn would support this," he tells me, as his last effort to make me support this.
"You didn't know Finn," I snap at him, "You wouldn't know what he would have wanted," I add, as I place an F on the students paper.
"You're right, I didn't know Finn, but I know music made you happy, and you're the only family I have left after my mother took off for wherever it was, and dad committed suicide," he tells me, as he picks up his backpack and turns to head for his next class.
"Sam, I mean, Mr. Evans, would at least think about it?" he asks, before I can say anything else. "We don't even have to be in real competitions, when I was back in New Hampshire, he had a community show choir, and they didn't go to Nationals, or anything like that. It was just something for fun," Elijah added, as he opened the door, and left.
Elijah was right. Finn would have wanted this, and music did make me happy. Inside, I had wondered two things. One. Why I didn't tell him I was working here. Two. How soon we could get this show back on the road. This was going to be an interesting year.