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"Okay, Guys. Spring is here- and I have a new assignment for you all. I want you to come up with a song that completely exposes your true feelings at this very point. What I really want you to do- is type some words into this site," Mr Schuester picks up a white-board pen and writes on the board ".com" and find a song that relates to the search. I want it to be an original song, something new and different. Something that everyone can relate too. Make sure it suits your voice range too, of course. Now I am going to dedicate the rest of the glee rehearsal to letting you go think about what you want to sing about, and then I booked out a set of laptops in the Library for you to start researching when your ready. You can continue with the work at home as well if you don't have time at school, and practise. They have to be ready by Wednesday's practise. EVERYONE will be showing theirs then- no matter whether you have a cold, or baby hormones, or a rolled ankle from Cheerios. Now off you go! Enjoy!"
All the other kids groaned, and left the room- except for Rachel. She stood up slowly, and walked over to Mr Schue. "Mr Schue- what happens if Jesse hates me and never wants to see me again?"
Sigh. "Well Rachel, I am not really the person to ask about relationship problems- I left my wife because of secrets and lies, I then screwed up a new found love by having some sort of fling with two other women. But I think he would be stupid not to here you out- and I know he likes you Rachel, so don't give up yet." And he left, leaving Rachel as empty as she did before.
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That evening...
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Rachel searched through her inbox, but found nothing from him. Well, there could be many reasons why he hasn't replied to my 15 emails- he could be too busy, he could maybe have not found a computer.
"Hmm- you keep telling yourself that Rachel. It's probably a load of shit anyway."
After posting 2 new MySpace Videos of herself, picking from her folder of songs that she "nails", as Jesse said last week, she chose "Careful" by Paramore and "According to you" by Orianthi. She chose these because the first is about being careful in the world that you thought you knew so well, and the second was about how Finn had dumped her because of her flaws, and Jesse loved her for everything she was- not just the good parts. She was hoping that if Jesse was looking at her page, he would see those and he would know she still cares.
After posting them, she remembered the Glee Assignment, and wrote both songs on a piece of paper and tossed them in a hat. She pulled out "According to you" by Orianthi. And smiled. Then frowned. Then chucked the piece of paper in the bin.
She knew she couldn't sing a song that was used by her before. She didn't even do the assignment- she took the easy way out. So she opened a new internet browser, and looked up the website. She then hummed and sighed, trying to think of where she was in her life right now. The exact words that described her feelings.
She typed in: Heart breaks, Injustice, depends on you, happy lies, believe.
found one song that matches your search:
Again by Flyleaf- for Soprano. Acoustic rock/pop.
She clicked the link to the lyrics:
"Wow- that's absolutely perfect!"
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Practised for hours and hours.
Her father's were almost sick of the song- but were never happier to hear her sing it over and over.
The bell rang.
She shuffled the sheets in her hand.
She passed a note to Puck. He was confused, but nodded.
Mr Schuester asked if anyone wanted to go first.
Rachel put up her hand. Mr Schuester showed his hand to the centre of the room.
She put down her lyrics- nodded at Puck.
And introduced her song:
"As you all know well, Jesse is still a little, well for a lack of a better word, pissed at me for the Run Joey Run thing. And even though Puck and Finn aren't completely over it, as I can tell, they seem to understand a little better. I will never understand why Jesse cares so much- and I thank you for supporting me through this, all of you. I am going to stop talking now- and hopefully my emotion expressed through the song and lyrics will help you understand what I can't say in words.
Puck picked up his guitar- and played.
And she sang. Swaying along to the song.
I love the way that your heart breaks, with every injustice and deadly fate. Praying it all be new,
and living like it all depends on you.
Then she gets into full emotion mode. Hands in fists and pointing, she almost has a graceful fit- which looks amazing, but scares her friends because she seems so serious.
Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again
I love that you're never satisfied
with face value wisdom and happy lies
you take what they say and go back and cry
you're so close to me that you nearly died
Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again
they don't have to understand you be strong
wait and know I understand you
be strong
be strong
Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
Only surrender will help you now
The floodgates are breaking
they're pouring out
Her voice climaxes. She is ready to hit those notes. She takes a deep breath.
Here you are down on your knees
trying to find air to breathe
right where I want you to be again
i love you please see and believe again
Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
Right where I want you to be again
See and believe!
She pauses. No-one smiles, as they normally would. She realises she has tears running down her face, down her neck. Her hair is all over her face. One side of her shirt has rolled up from her constant arm flinging. She almost collapsed in tears, but she stood tall. She heard footsteps behind her.
Jesse St. James.
She wiped her face, even though it was pointless because she knew the tears weren't going to stop. And she turned around, to find something unexpected.
Jesse was crying.
And not just a single tear, his face was red and crumpled.
She almost ran up and hugged him, told him it was okay. But no.
She ran out of the other door, and left her emotions in that auditorium.
And over the sound of her crying, she can hear the pitter-patter of feet behind her in the hall.