April Rhodes is five years old. She loves to sing, and she is good at it too. Her mommy says so and so it must be true. She can hear it herself too, that her «Itsy Bitsy Spider» sounds better than the other childrens and that her songs never makes any grown ups cringe. That's why she wants to be a singer. She's good at it. Better than the others, and she relish in the feeling the best way a five year old can.
Now April is fifteen. She's lead singer in Glee, still better than all the others. Everyone looks up to her, she knows. And again she relish in it. The boys want her, and the girls want to be her, that classic old tale. She's the queen. Well, except for that cheer leader, but who cares about her. By the time she's a senior, she will rule over them all.
The next time she blinks, she's twenty-five, and all she have is a good singing voice and a bottle of booze. Broadway never happened and neither did her dream of having a large mansion and a record deal. She's drowning down her broken dreams with cheap liqueur, and she knows it well. She's no longer the best, still she can't find herself to care in her drunken stupor.
She wakes up at thirty-five. Wakes to greet a face from the past. One that gives her a chance. She can never tell Will Schuester how much she owes to him. But she tries. And she grants him a wish from his youth. The simple wish of him singing with her. It's not enough to thank him for giving her a chance, but that night she shines with him. And she shines at the Invitationals later on, before disappearing. For once it's not her night, it's those kids' time to stand in the spotlight.
The next time he enters her life she is still thirty-five, though thirty-six is ever growing nearer. She's in a better place now, with a job and is the mistress of a wealthy typhoon. She is closer happy, but not quite. Happiness is when her lover dies however and she inherits money. Lots of it. Enough for her to give Will and the Glee kids a thank you present and still try to make her Broadway dreams come to life.
Her thirty-sixth birthday is celebrated alone. She's out on the town in her finest evening wear and treats herself to a glass of champagne. Just one, she tries to stop drinking after all. As she sits at the bar she doesn't feel lonely, even if she sits alone. She knows that all eyes are on her and that that handsome man on the third table to the right will come talk to her before the night is done. She is the center of attention, and those who don't notice her now will do so once she enters that stage for the open mike later on in the evening. And she will relish in the attention as she always has done. And she will relish in it again when her show opens next month.
Hopefully, she will relish in it for the rest of her life. For she, April Rhodes, is not one to be forgotten.
Just a little something ^^; I was sick when writing this. Hopefully it doesn't shine through too much ^^