It was an hour later, 6 p.m. when we all left t he choir room.
"Mandy," Mr. Schue said as I was exiting.
I turned to him; "yeah?"
"I need to see you."
"Ok."
Everyone else left the room. Mr. Schue went and sat on the piano bench. The room was quiet. Still. Outside it had grown dark.
"Sit down," he told me.
I went over and sat on the bleachers.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked me.
"From?"
"The other day, when you passed out. you've been coming to rehearsal since so I gather you must be."
"Yeah. Well that, and the show's nearing, so."
He nodded; "right. what do you think?"
"Of?"
"The show...Rachel...Brian."
"Oh, I'm excited for it. Rachel's a little busy but she can be nice. Her dads are so nice. Brian's great."
"Your parents aren't?"
"That's what she asked. It's just. My dad's busy."
"Oh. And your mom?"
"Um. It's personal."
"Oh ok."
"Um, I really..." I began.
"I actually wanted to ask you something."
"Ok."
"Have you been eating?"
"That's a really personal question."
"I know. But it's just you and I here. You know that Miss Pillsbury's my fiancee."
"Yes and I also know that she's the guidance counselor."
"That's right. Her door's always open."
"Yeah. I know."
"The reason I'm asking was because the other day Chris and Amber came to me, to discuss costuming. Yours had to be taken in quite a bit."
"Oh."