This is my first one-shot, but can become a two-shot if I get a lot of reviews. Enjoy!
It was a rush. The lights, the stage, everybody scrambling to get ready. I was in my dressing room, which I shared with all the other New Directions girls. We just finished doing our hair, which was similar to the first Regionals, and our makeup, and put on our clothes. I could fit into this dress, thanks to all of my hard work losing weight. I had a sip of water, and was waiting for the curtain call. Everyone else was taking longer than I was. Especially Rachel, who spent every second primping herself. If I was asked to describe the experience, I would say this: nerve-racking. We were here in New York, having the time of our lives. After all, most of us have not even left Western Ohio. Mercedes came up to me and said this. "You ready, Quinn?". I replied. "Ready as I will ever be."
A stagehand came in and told us it was time to take our place. I put on a brave face and walked ever-so-confidently to the stage. All I can say is that it was big. Like, massive. But it is not like the spotlight will be on me tonight. I mean, who else would it be on? Rachel. . She always got what she wanted. The solos, the spotlight. The man. I wish I could be so confident, and not caring about what people think of me. I used to have this attitude. Then the whole Beth drama, and when that left, it was replaced by this desire, this need, to be popular and prom queen. I obviously didn't get either. Not even with the help of Finn, the quarterback of the football team. I was shocked and hurt. But, it's not like I did not learn anything from my pregnancy. I learned to put on a brave face and to know that life will get better. All a facade. Becoming "Queen Bitch" doesn't actually help.
But I was glad that we were here, which I did play a major part in. Actually, we all played a part in getting here. Someone called out that we need to get in our places. Right. I walked over to my place, which was between Puck and Tina. Thank God for Puck. He has been most likely handling the situation better than I have. Not that I would know. I don't remember talking to him that much (or at all) this year. Its like everything that happened had vanished. "Hi..." I turned and saw that Puck had said this to me. "Hi." I replied, and turned back. Well, that was uncomfortable. Forgetting the past seems easier at first. You don't talk about it, you don't write about it, you don't think about it. But it doesn't ever leave you. It is apart of you. And it took me this long to realize this.
"It's showtime!" The stagehand called. I knew what I had to do, and I was ready. We all were. Besides, the stage was huge! It was way bigger than any other stage I have ever seen. Obviously, it was New York. I wonder if anyone here has ever seen someone from Ohio. Not likely. I heard a voice above my head. "Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls. I present to you form Western Ohio, the New Directions!" And the curtains slowly opened. It was time to prove, to VA, to the judges, to everyone, that we belonged here, and that we were going to win. We were finally going to be on top.
A blinding, white light hit my face and I was so stunned I took a couple steps back and closed my eyes. Then I saw the audience. There was so many of them. All those eyes staring at us. Then two people stood out. They sat near the front row. The older one had dark brown hair, and looked almost identical to Rachel. The second one had a face like Puck's. And my own. I grabbed Puck's wrist and squeezed it so tight that I probably left a mark. He looked out into the audience and saw what I saw. We both stood on the stage. Refusing to move. The music started, but we couldn't sing. Frozen.
I will make this a two-shot if I get more than 10 reviews.