It felt right. The entire environment felt right. After nationals in Chicago a couple of months ago I had decided to audition again for Nyada. I'll admit, I was down for a while, especially when my team lost to the new directions. They barely had any choreography! Yes the vocals were good but they didn't have the total package, I probably lost because Lohan decided to check the team with the funniest name. It was beyond me why they picked judges with no actual show choir experience or qualifications. But that was the past, and it's staying in the past. Along with other things. Nyada was my new start, fresh slate. Nothing could fuck this up. Nothing. Not even my father.
My father and I haven't exactly ever been close, in fact I think estranged would be a better term for us. He's a business man, and who was he not to mix business with pleasure? He was an angry, ruthless, cheating man. When I was younger I never understood it but when I came of age everything seemed to click. He had more affairs than there were presidents. He wanted me to go into the wonderful world of business. Be like him. I from the start knew what I wanted, Broadway. Naturally Broadway to my father minds well be Satan's play land. He nearly forbid it, I escaped with the scholarship to UCLA, but that wasn't for me. It didn't feel right. And only a couple of months ago I found out that I have a very distant aunt, well had at least. She passed away and by some grace of god I was in her will. I don't even remember the woman, but bless her for leaving me every penny she owned. Which is how I paid for my tuition to nyada in full, upfront.
It was nice, not having to kiss ass and behave on my father's moral to keep in his good graces to make sure he didn't cut me off. But now, I could really tell him what I felt about him. I put half of the money away into an account that I'm not touching for a while. I have enough money to last me quite some time. So, life was treating me well. It was nice after two years of literal hell.
My dorm at Nyada wasn't exactly what I would call home. It was small and shared with another person. I was roomed with a very shy, very timid man. He sat up all night and I couldn't stand the quiet and being in the same room with someone for that long, so I got my own apartment near campus. Which was much more like home. I acquired a group of friends, a larger group of people who like to call me their friend but I consider acquaintances. And I have one good friend, Brody.
He's a nice guy; we get along well, having many similar interests. I helped him along in Cassandra July's dance class; Since she was oh so similar to my past coach she didn't have much of an effect on me, much to her disappointment. But she had the rest of the class to terrorize. Brody being one of them, I taught him the ins and outs, if he was in deep shit with her bring her a bottle of vodka and it never happened. That woman must have vodka running through her veins. I helped him with some of his difficult spots, but I didn't help him often with that sort of thing, after all he is my competition. He still roomed at Nyada, having requested a single room to himself he had no issues. I enjoyed my own apartment to myself and wasn't about to get rid of my alone time. I lived for that alone time to myself. And ironically, Being alone I never felt so I helped him with some of his difficult spots, but I didn't help him often with that sort of thing, after all he is my competition. He still roomed at Nyada, having requested a single room to himself he had no issues. I enjoyed my own apartment to myself and wasn't about to get rid of my alone time. I lived for that alone time to myself. And ironically, being alone I never felt so not alone. I helped him with some of his difficult spots, but I didn't help him often with that sort of thing, after all he is my competition. He still roomed at Nyada, having requested a single room to himself he had no issues. I enjoyed my own apartment to myself and wasn't about to get rid of my alone time. I lived for that alone time to myself. And ironically, being alone I never felt so not alone. I helped him with some of his difficult spots, but I didn't help him often with that sort of thing, after all he is my competition. He still roomed at Nyada, having requested a single room to himself he had no issues. I enjoyed my own apartment to myself and wasn't about to get rid of my alone time. I lived for that alone time to myself. And ironically, being alone I never felt so not alone.
Author's note: Sorry it's short but don't fret the second chapter will be coming soon. And if you're wondering this will Taking place all throughout season four, But Jesse's at nyada. Thanks for reading.