Another Chance
Rachel POV
I was walking down Broadway, drinking a slushie and a hot dog. I had a good half hour before my audition for Maria in West Side Story, so I was calmly thinking about my recent dinner with the Glee Club.
I was glad that I was able to keep up with the rest of them. Even though we all graduated a good six years ago, we all talked. Finn and Quinn had repaired their relationship and gotten married. They even had a little 18 month old named Jacob. To everyone's surprise, Tina and Puck had gotten married, and just had a little one month old girl, Haley. Artie and Santana had recently married as well.
Matt and Mercedes were currently dating, but Matt was expected to pop the question soon. Mike and Brittany were married as well, with a 4 year old kid, Mike Jr. Finally Kurt had married a man named Phillip, and they were happily married.
It was weird; everyone was in a relationship but me. I mean, I was just fine, with my Broadway career just taking off and all, but sometimes I wish that I had someone to confide in, somebody to love.
By this time I was at my theatere. Majestic Theatre, the oldest theatere in Broadway. So many great shows were preformed here, including my all time favorite, Funny Girl. I hoped this production of West Side Story would be one of them.
I walked into the theatre. It was humungous. Great, huge, crystal chandeliers hung from the celing. There were thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of red felt seats around me. There were gourgeous Christmas lights hung on the celing. In the rafters were musical instruments. On the stage was a huge grand piano in the corner.
"Hello? Mr. Andrews? This is Rachel Berry. I'm here for my audition!" I called out, not seeing the director anywhere.
"By the piano Rachel," Mr. Andrews called back to me. I turned to see a man in his late 20's, with dark black hair coming down to his shoulders, dressed in a black leather tee, and biker jeans.
"I was reading your resume', and I must say that I am very impressed!" Mr. Andrews said to me. "It says that you were the lead singer in your high school glee club, and that you are a great actress. I like you already. But you have to sing something for me. Also, please don't call me Mr. Andrews. Call me Johnathan."
"Of course I will sing for you Mr- Jonathan. I brought a disc with the song I would like to sing with me. I am always prepared. I would also like to say that I will to my very best if I get the part, because I think that I am very well suited for such an iconic role," I said as I walked over to the the CD player and inserted the disc.
"Very well," Jonathan said. "Please begin!" he said as I hit hit the start button on the CD player.
"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,"
I felt good as I sang, remembering New Direction's first sectionals, and I was confident that I would get this.
"I'm gonna live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I know how!
One roll for the whole shebang!
One throw that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham,
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!"
"Well, well, well," Jonathan said. "Never in my four years of directing have I heard such amazing vocals. Rachel, you've got-"
"Mr. Andrews, I'm here to auditon for my part as…Rachel?" a voice said from the lobby. I looked up and saw a person I hoped to never see again. Jesse St. James.