Everyone says New York City is big, but for the amount of people living in it, it's actually pretty small. Is that why, out of 8 million people, Rachel can't seem to escape the one person she wants to? AU Season 4. Eventual St Berry
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Nor have I ever been a part of or know anyone in Newsies the musical, and I do not know any of the real people in this story. It is all fiction Starting after the end of Season 3, AU season 4
Biking, he decided, was an excellent way to stay in shape. It was fast, efficient, and the constant wind blowing against him made it so he never had to suffer from those disgusting armpit stains. Cheap, too. God knows how he needed cheap. New York wasn't ranked the 26th most expensive city in the world for nothing. Everything cost money! A place to live, food, clothes, transportation, parking a car, poles….
Well, okay, poles didn't really cost money, but the one Jesse just biked into was definitely going to give him some new medical bills.
"Hey are you okay? You should be wearing a helmet."
"Yeah, I'm…" Jesse St. James lifted his pounding head, the sudden movement making him nauseous. "…fine". The guy who spoke to the 19 year old, along with many people in line around them, gave Jesse a skeptical look.
"What are you in line for?" Jesse asked the man, now noticing that the line spanned to block and went around both corners.
"An audition." A blonde girl a few feet away replied. "Open-call for a Newsies musical."
"Oh yeah, Ryan was telling me about that." Jesse said to himself, as the people around him turned back to whatever they were doing before—most likely going over monologues and song choices. "Newsies was a good movie. Underrated, but good." He supposed that if he tried, he could find Ryan in the line. He's probably freaking out over the audition. Jesse picked up his fallen bike. Should I audition? "No." Jesse whispered to himself, his head still feeling the effects of colliding into a metal pole. He was in no shape to dance. Hell, he didn't even have dance clothes! Besides, Jesse thought as he put his feet on the pedals, my shift starts in an hour. He began biking again, nowhere near as graceful as before. Right as he was about to cross the street, he heard someone yell, "Be careful!" Not wanting another collision, Jesse didn't turn around.
She was still wearing the ring. After months of having it on her finger, her hand felt naked without it.
"Make sure you don't stab yourself with that thing when you're dancing!" The girl next to Rachel said teasingly.
"Thanks, Cheyenne." Rachel responded, a small smile playing on her lips. The two met only days before, during a NYADA campus tour. They'd been eating lunch together the day before when they overheard some students talking about an open-call audition for a Newsies Musical. Excited at the prospect of their first New York audition, the girls rushed out to buy the dance things they were lacking and got in line bright and early the following morning.
"Imagine if one of us gets a part…." Cheyenne sighed, leaning against the building next to them with an expression of longing on her face.
"Getting a part would make it official! High school's over…" Rachel said, now playing with the ring and trying not to think about the Glee club kids back in Lima right now… Hanging out in Mercedes's pool, or using the karaoke machine in Kurt's basement… Or signing up for the military…
"High school is over, Rachel. Did we or did we not just spend the past two days at a college campus—the place where we'll both be going in just two months?! If we were still in high school, that guy who just rode into a pole would have been laughed at. But look! People are helping him—okay, why do you keep on playing with that ring?!"
"You know, I'm actually going to take it off," Finn's face filled her mind as her hear ached with guilt. He broke up with you, you have no reason to feel guilty… "So I don't stab myself."
"Oh my god, that guy's still riding his bike." Cheyenne exclaimed, ignoring Rachel's previous statement. "He looks like he's going to be sick!"
Rachel looked up just as the biker zig-zagged past them and onto the street.
"Be careful!" Rachel yelled. The biker didn't acknowledge her safety tip, either finding it irrelevant or he just didn't hear her yell over the loud Manhattan street.
I'm sorry this was a short chapter, but it's just the beginning of the story :) Please review and tell me if you think I should continue or not!
-Bri
