Bell rings. Santana walks into the choir room and takes a seat at the top row, on the far end. On the other side she sees Brittany smiling and talking to Arnie.
It was bitter sweet.
She knew that she was happy that Brittany was happy, but it hurt to have that feeling that it was never going to happen.
She had broke off the foe-realtionship with Dave, but they had both decied that it wasn't right, but they were still there as friends protecting each others secret.
Schuester enters and tells them to settle down.
"Alright guys we've got one week till regionals and we have to start buckling down."
Santana stares off into space still thinking of Brittany.
'it's great shes happy but what am I suppose to do now… I'm a closeted lesbian in the whole freakin scho-'
Her thoughts are cut off by a knock at the choir room door.
Santana's eyes widen when she sees who walks in.
A petite girl in yellow skinny and a purple checkered hoodie, and is wearing a glitter covered fedora on top of her head. Her hair was almost white with bleach and cut very very short. So short you could have thought she was a boy if it wasn't for them curves.
"Damn." Santana whispers to herself.
"Excuse me… is this Glee club?"
Puck jumps up. "Yeah! Who's askin?"
"oh I'm sorry were you in the middle of practice?" the small girl stamers and backs up feeling threatened.
"Puck sit down." Schuester points to his seat. "Uh, can we help you with something?"
"oh well I'm Angela Hunter. I just transferred and was just looking for the Glee club… I wanted to see if it was too late to try out…"
"Well I'm sorry bu-" Rachel begins to say before she is cut off by Mr. Schu saying "No, no. that's not a problem at all. New auditions are always welcome."
"But Mr. Schu I must be against this. We're so close to reginoals we couldn't possibl-"
Mr. Schuester holds up his hand a Rachel cutting her off again.
"Rachel, she has every right to an audition as you did." Schu turns to Angela. "Um do you have a song?"
"Oh! Yes!... Wait! Do you mean NOW?"
"Sure no time like the present!" Schuster smiled brightly.
"ummm… ok…" she walks of to the band and points at an acusotic guitar." May I?" she takes it and walks to the front of the group.
"Alright and what are you singing for us?"
"Airplanes."
"Okay." Schuster sits down, Angela closes her eyes and starts to strum.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partying and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in yo lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand what would you wish for if you had once chance?
So airplane, airplane I'm sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
To everyones surprise shes not rapping but sing the lyrics to her own accords.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? Somebody take me back to the days Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Before this was a job, before I got paid
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Yeah, back when I was tryin' get into that subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we could make some wishes out of airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Before the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back before I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for the Cada, what's up Bobby Ray
So can I get a wish to end the politics
And get back to the music that started this shit
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hoping we could make some wishes out of airplanes
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now
Angela opens her eyes to the sound of appluse and cheers coming from the group.