Mr. Schuester walked into Glee that day, a DVD in his hand. Everyone was either talking or on their phones. He smiled at his groupa and then started.
"So, how many of you have heard of the Broadway Musical, RENT?" Rachel's hand immediatly went up. And sadly, so did Puck's. Everyone in the group looked at Puck.
"Hey, my mom made me watch it when we went to NYC." He defended himself. Everyone nodded and turned back to the teacher.
"Well, that is what we are going to do today. We are going to watch the DVD. Not the 2005 movie, but the DVD they made when they filmed it on Broadway. Now, this isn't the original cast because this musical came out in 1996. It's a strong musical that has helped somewhat shape the world. I want to see if we could use some of these for Regionals or maybe even Nationals in New York." Mr. Schuester explained. He pressed play on the DVD player and it soon started.
Not even 15 minutes went by when some of the Glee club members were asleep. Those members were Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Kurt Hummel (who was back for a visit, not stealing any ideas, mostly wanted to watch the movie.), Artie Abraham, Quinn Fabray, Blaine Anderson (who tagged along with Kurt that day.), and Jesse St. James (who came to spy on New Directions for Vocal Adrenaline, which he graduated from, but mostly, he kinda still liked Rachel.) As Mr. Schuested noticed, he didn't do anything to wake them up.
Artie wakes up, to find that he can walk now and he's...blonde? And Jewish? He looked down to a camera in his hand. He looks around for anyone he might know. There he finds, asleep on a couch, Finn Hudson. He walks over, so weird, to wake him up. Once the huge lunk is awake. He noticed that Finn was also blonde and kinda looked like a rockstar. Or at least a wannabe rockstar. Then something happened. Artie had an urge to document witht he camera in his hand. And he did. He turned the old camera on and smiled.
"We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Ártie, and my roommate, Fin. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock 'n' roll posters hang on the walls. They have Finn's picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing because we have no heat." Artie smiles into the camera and turns it on Finn. "Smile!" He says cheeryfully.
Some music stars from somewhere, and for some reason, Artie and Finn both knew waht to sing and say.
"December 24th, Nine PM
Eastern Standard Time
From here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it
Instead of my old shit
First shot - Finn
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a year" Artie sings.
"This won't tune." Finn says, angry.
"So we hear.
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawl." Artie sings, slightly enjoying this feeling.
"Are you talking to me?" Finn retorts at him.
"Not at all
Are you ready? Hold that focus - steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Finn..." Artie zooms in on Finn.
Finn plucks the guitar strings to the guitar that he just noticed was in his hands.
"I'm writing one great song..." Finn sings, not really wanting to.
"The phone rings!" Artie announces.
"Saved!" Finn sounds happy.
"We screen.
Zoom in on the answering machine." Artie turns to the answering machine and zooms in.