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The Great New Life
"I'm broken and I don't even know how do I get here, till this point, I don't feel like doing a thing, I'm a mess , i have been a mess for over a year by now, its already 4 pm and Im still in my pjs". a little hand writing this words on a notebook.
The brunette was sitting there in a messy bed, dirty clothes everywhere and white and used pieces of paper all over the center table and the desk and also the nightstand and the boudoir, the girl was certainly a mess.
After 20 minutes of writing and another 30 minutes at the computer, she could stand up, the time passed and she was just standing in the same place without moving and then she stepped, and then another one and another one till she got her clothes at the floor and went to the bathroom and changed her pjs.
When she was ready 30 min later she got out of the apartment and went to her weekly Time Square visit, every weekend was almost the same since she moved to New York, every fucking weekend was the same routine and after walk all around the stores and the theaters, take a sit in the middle of the stairs just to watch all the people around there and how they were so excited about being at NY just like her when she just get there.
At 11 pm the girl took the subway and by 12 she was or laying in the bed or doing some homework and studying for school, but every weekend were almost like the same.
She has no friends, the people she knows from school were her competence not her friends, soon they're gonna be fighting to get the same role at a play or something, so she could not allow herself to make friends there.
Monday has come, the week days routine was:
* wake up around 7 am, take a shower, get dress and drink 2 cups of coffee.
* get out of the apartment and go to NYADA
* arts history, text analysis, sheakspear, music theory, ballet, singing, acting
* eat some salad at some cafe near there
* rehersals from 5 to 10
* finally go back to the aparment
* go to sleep
She was barely eating and barely resting, she was just being a zombieand before she knew weekend was here again.
Was the phone ringing? she could barely hear it and the she heard her own voice.
-hi, is Rachel Berry diva and future super star please leave your messenge I have to be really busy at this moment, but I promise to call you later- *bip*
-hello there - it was him, of course she could recognize that delicate voice that any man has - guess who is in the city?, I came here to see your lovely diva face and you can not answer the phone Miss Rachel "i'm pretty busy right now" Berry, I can not belive it.
Wait, what?, Kurt was there?, at the city? he is at NY? he was here to see her, really?, what does she suposse to do?, she was a total mess, she ran as fast as she could to get the phone.
- Well, call me when you have time, Im going to the hotel im staying and then I'm gonna walk around Times Square waiting for your call, you have my number, see you later.
She couldn't pick the phone before she hang up the phone
- shit - it was the only word that come out of her.
