Prologue
It's been about a month since school let out and I've been bored out of my mind. The good news is that tonight is going to be fun. My dads have given me permission to go to the opening of the new nightclub called Rogue. The nightclub is normally 21+ but tonight is their karaoke contest and their opening night so I'm going to be walking away with $500 cash.
After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight shirt, yes I do own those, I'm heading to the club.
Pulling up I found the parking to be relatively empty. It is only 8pm and the contest doesn't begin for another hour or so, but I figured I should come early to find the perfect song. Entering the club I smile brightly and introduced myself to the bartender, "Hello sir, I'm Rachel Berry and I'm planning to compete in the karaoke contest tonight. Do you think I could get a glass of water and the list of songs you guys have?"
The bartender was a nice looking guy. He had on a black shirt and some jeans. He was clearly hispanic and looked like he was in great shape. He rose an eyebrow at me when I finished my questioning, "Um… sure. You know, you should chill out a bit. Here have this, it might relax you." He handed me a glass of something but didn't say what it was, "My name is Jackson by the way," He gave me a small smile and then left me with my drink. When he came back he was holding a book of songs for me to choose from.
I thanked him and then began looking for the perfect song. After all, I had to win. I immediately noticed the lack of show tunes in the book. It was mostly rock songs and a few pop songs. This deflated me slightly but I knew I could do this anyways.
Eventually I found a song I knew I'd love to sing and I just sat by and waiting for it to start while sipping my, definitely alcoholic, drink.
As the night went on I waited until I heard the DJ call, "Next up is Rachel Berry."
I walked up to the stage, thanked him, and took the mic. The stage was about half the size of the auditorium which made it still pretty big. I was pretty sure I could have some fun with this.
The song started in the background and I waited until the time to start singing.
Let 'em know that we're still rock n roll
I don't care about my make-up
I like it better with my jeans all ripped up
Don't know how to keep my mouth shut
You say, "So what (what)?"
As the lyrics went I pointed to my face and then my jeans. Then I allowed the music to take me away.
I don't care if I'm a misfit
I like it better than the hipster bullshit
I am the mother fucking princess
You still love me
Some-somehow
It's a little different when
I'm with you
You know what I really am
All about
You know how it really goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Some some way
We'll be getting out of this
Town one day
You're the only one that I
Want with me
You know how the story goes
Oh, oh, oh
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky
Let them know that we're still rock 'n roll
On cue, I flipped off the now cheering crowd with a smirk on my face. I was thoroughly enjoying this.
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
Call it a bad attitude dude
I'm never gonna cover up that tattoo
I might have a couple issues
You say, "Me too." (yeah)
Don't care about a reputation
Must be living in the wrong generation
This is your invitation
Let's get wasted
Some-somehow
It's a little different when
I'm with you
You know what I really am
All about
You know how the story goes
Oh, oh, oh
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky
Let them know that we're still rock 'n roll
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
Rock 'n roll, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky
Let them know that we're still rock 'n roll
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky
Let them know that we're still rock 'n roll
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
Rock 'n roll
Hey hey hey
At the end of the song I did a little bow. The announcer took the microphone from me, "And that was Rachel Berry ladies and gentlemen singing 'Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne! Give it up for Rachel!." I blushed deeply and then got off the stage for the next singer.
I headed back over to my spot at the bar and ordered a drink which the bartender gave me, oddly for free. The next thing I knew, there was a girl by my side who was about my age. "Hey, I'm Alex. You did fuckin' awesome up there!" She shouted over the music, "Could I talk to you after the contest is over?"
I blushed deeply and said "Sure, I'd love to."
"Awesome." She replied and turned to leave. As she was walking away I got a very good look at her. She was about an inch or two taller than me. She had long brown hair, legs that went on for days, and clearly was going with the 'rocker chick' look. If I wasn't in public I would have drooled. I know, I know. Rachel Berry drooling over a girl?! What on earth is going on? Well to be honest, I'm bisexual. I've always known that and so have my dads. There just aren't any women at McKinley I would want to date. Well, at least not any sane women.
About 30 minutes later I heard the DJ announce "Alright ladies and gentlemen. If I could get all the competitors to the stage!" I knew I had it in the bag and headed up the stairs to the stage.
"There was a lot of tremendous singing tonight so I want to congratulate you all! However, one person stood out the most! So a big round of applause to our first ever karaoke winner, Rachel Berry!"
I beamed and walked up to him "Thank you so much. It was a lot of fun." He smiled and handed me a check for $500 then gave me a pat on the back.
He then turned to the crowd "From now on, Tuesday and Thursdays will be karaoke night with a competition on the last friday of every month! Hopefully Miss Berry doesn't win every time." He said with a wink.
We all walked off the stage and I realized at that point I was a little tipsy. Alex approached me, "So, the contest is over." She had a small shy smile on her face, "Follow me."
I followed her over to a booth where the bartender and another girl were sitting. "So, we" she pointed at those sitting with her, "are trying to start a band. But, we keep having an issue where none of us sing rock very well. So, we were hoping you might join us. We mostly do covers but we have an offer to play here every week."
I was stunned. After all, I wasn't expecting to be asked to join a band. "Uh… so you're a rock band I presume?"
Alex, Jackson, and the girl I still didn't have the name of nodded. "Sure, I have nothing better to do this summer." I said with a bright smile.
And that is how my summer of awesome started. The summer that would arguably change my life forever.
AUTHORS NOTE:
So here goes. I joined the military shortly after I began writing this story. So of course, everyone has probably found it and assumed its abandoned. Here is what is actually going down though. I've decided that for the first time ever I won't post anything new until I've hit a goal or finished the story. So, my goal is to hit 100,000 words before I publish anymore. That means the story will be read over well, edited, and fixed until I'm happy with it. I already found loads of errors with the other chapters.
Since I'm actually taking this story seriously, I started rewatching Season 2 of Glee and found that... most of the episodes are fuckin useless now. I was originally going to go off the assumption of "Clearly not everything would change cause Rachel changes" but then I started to realize that the show is pretty much about her and if her behavior changes... well everything else will too. Yes, Schue will still probably try the same or similar Songs of the Week. And yes Britney can never stop being herself cause that's silly.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to make this into a Faberritana story aka Rachel/Santana/Quinn/Britney. If I can't it'll be Pezberry or Faberry. So this is me, on January 11, 2016, telling you guys that I will be back. This story isn't dead. It's just needs some time to bake :P.