A/N: Hey! First of all, I want to say that I am actually really excited to be back. I loved writing an SYOC the first time around, and I wanted to try it again. Except a few things will be different. For example, Glee is officially over. I still can't believe it. Therefore, they tied up all (some) of the characters stories, and I'd feel a little weird about pretending all of that didn't happen. So, this story will be set in a different school, with different characters (with cameos, of course) but will still be about a glee club. I really hope that some people will submit to it! The application is below. Also, fair warning: I'm a bit of a swearer, so expect some of that in the story.

Willow sighed.

She knew how this went. Considering how often it happened, she's surprised she didn't expect it from the first word that left her mother's painted mouth.

It started like it always did: with a rant. Usually, it was something mundane. Something like how the gardener had trimmed the bushes too far, or how the maid had changed the guest room sheets only once that day. Once, she heard a twenty minute rant on how the hotel she stayed at between business trips had linen sheets instead of Egyptian cotton.

This time, she was lucky enough to hear the entire saga that was the relationship between her sister, her new fiancé, and her old boyfriend. She didn't know the entire story, even though her mother surely had told it to her, but she had caught bits and pieces when she wasn't nodding off subtly. Her sister was engaged to a man who provided opportunities, while being chased by a man who was of less than humble beginnings. By the way she spoke, Willow knew which man had her mother's favour, but she also knew what man had her sister's heart. They weren't one in the same. That much was clear. Her sister had intentions to marry the man of opportunities, but their mother feared she'd do something characteristic of her, something childish, and run off with the wrong man. There was more to the story than that, but she hadn't spoken to her sister in a while, so she was unable to fill in the blanks caused by both her exhaustion and her mother's bias. She didn't even know either man's name.

Regardless, the rant ended the same way the others did. With a simple, but pointed: "I'm sorry, dear. I've been rambling. Tell me about what's been happening in your life."

Now, when it happens, she doesn't even blink.

"Not much, mom," she shrugged. She could see the reprimand about posture practically fighting to get through her mother's pursed lips. "I haven't been able to find much work."

Her mother clucked her tongue. "That's hardly a surprise."

The comment rolled off her back. "It's just the shock. No one wants to hire a potential liability. Despite, my lack of involvement, the ink's still too fresh on the judge's warrant."

"I still can't believe that you were involved in a Ponzi scheme."

"I wasn't. The company was. And if I do recall, you were the one that suggested that I apply for that position in the first place." She wasn't even going to, but her mother had pressured her into it. She had pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until Willow folded. Her mother always seemed to forget that.

"If you do recall, I suggested that you marry the Walsh's son. If you had, you would be taken care of right now, and would actually be doing something with your life."

"I didn't love him."

"Yes, you did."

Their conversation stilled then.

She closed her eyes, and swallowed.

"How is your music career going, anyways?"

She spends the next three weeks repeating her previous three weeks.

She goes to interview after interview after interview. Sometimes they smile at her, sometimes they don't, more than often they look at her with pity.

She never gets a call back.

She doesn't expect to. She looked the other way a few too many times.

Her rent goes up. It is New York after all. She can't afford it anymore, and she's too proud to ask her mother for help. She's always been too proud to do things she probably should.

She moves in with her friend Reid. He welcomes her with a gummy smile, and a wide hug. She eats macaroni and cheese in her pajamas, while he goes out and plays gigs at night. He's not famous. Not yet. He tells her he's getting close, and she believes him.

He plays, while she watches Doctor Who and pointedly avoids her mother's phone calls.

Some days, Reid asks her if she wants to come with him. Some days, she considers calling her mother back. Some days, she considers finally starting BBC's 'Sherlock'.

None of it happens.

One day, her phone rings.

It's an old friend, who she hasn't spoken to in a while. And, she's asking her if she wants a job.

She packs her bags and moves to a small town in the middle of Iowa.

A/N: Voila! A short introduction, but I believe it should suffice. Willow is going to be the coach of the glee club, if it wasn't obvious. Anyways, below is a form for you to fill out if you want to submit a character. Oh! And let me know if you have any ideas about a name for the glee club, I'd love to hear suggestions.

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