The Rachel Berry Story
When she woke up, crawled out of bed, applied her lip gloss, brushed her hair, she could feel the excitement in the air. She knew she should feel nervous – after all, today was going to be one of the biggest days of her life – but she wasn't, she was confident and excited and entirely sure today was going to go well. She had practised daily and she knew she was the perfect Roxie Hart; after all, she had been singing 'All That Jazz' before she could talk properly. She was going to blow them away with her vocals; she had been hitting every note since forever. She danced into the kitchen with a big smile on her face to catch the glance of her roommate Kurt Hummel, whose face was folded into a half-smile. 'Nervous?' he joked, sipping coffee.
'Not one bit,' trilled Rachel.
'Well, you better eat up. You're going to need a big breakfast to get through the day,' he laughed, gesturing the spread laid out on the kitchen table.
'No thank you, Kurt,' she replied cheerfully. 'I need to do my vocal exercises, then my warm up, then my – sorry, but this is a big day. I've got a lot to do.'
'I know, I know,' Kurt sighed heavily. 'Look, Rachel, it's going to be fine. You're going to be amazing. You're going to get the part.'
'Of course I am,' Rachel told him gleefully, as she began her breathing.