Disclaimer: I own nothing but one character. The songs are not mine and Glee is not mine.
CHAPTER 1
She was all alone whether they knew it or not. She was surrounded by seas of people. But she was lonely. She hated the feeling. She should be used to it. She felt so small and when she looked out to the audience she always felt that rush of loneliness hit her.
It is times like this she thinks leaving Lima was a terrible decision. There she had her fathers and Shelby. She had the best support group in the world. But here in New York she was all alone.
As she sings and dances on stage gracing the audience with a wonderful show she has her actress mask up. The one that says she's ok and enjoying everything. But on the inside she's a shell. There is nothing inside her and if someone really looked they could see that she wasn't as ok as she made them believed.
Sitting in her dressing room she contemplates what her life would be like if she had stayed in Lima. She wonders if her life would be better than it is now. She sighs as she changes out of her stage clothes and wipes off the amounts of stage make up and cleans her face thoroughly with a cleansing pad. If she had stayed she wouldn't feel so alone. But this was her dream. She was living it but it was far from happy.
There is a knock on the door and her co-star pokes his head in.
"Hey Rach, we're going out for drinks do you wanna go?" He asked politely and Rachel shook her head giving him that perfected smile.
"I'm just gonna head out later. I want to speak to the tech crew about the off light from tonight." She said and he smiled.
"Always working to make things great. See you on Monday." He waved and left. Leaving her alone once again.
She changes into her own clothes and heads out. She makes sure she has everything in her purse before walking out and shutting the light off. She thinks about what is waiting for her at home and sighs. There's nothing for her at home. Just soaps and movies galore with a gallon of ice cream. Booze if she's lucky.
She drops her purse and keys down on the side table before going in search of the ice cream and booze. She finds both and sits with her back against one arm of the couch so her legs are stretched out across the cushions and she hits play on the DVD player as her favorite season of Dexter plays.
This was her life. This was her living her dream.
She scoffs at the thought. Some dream.
I really shouldn't be working on two stories at once but I couldn't resist.
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