My first practice with Glee.
God, this was going to be SO annoying. First of all there's dancing. The singing I could take, but, DANCING?
Finn was there too.
"Finn." I said "Either there has been some definite change in priorities, or your failing Spanish too."
"Spanish." he says. "And you're failing Spanish? I thought it was your best subject.
"It is."
Finn just looked at me.
"Okay guys," Mr. Schu said "today we're going to work on 'Rocking The Boat' Now, people, remember, no jazz hands…"
I spaced. I can't help myself when I do that, that's what happens to me in basically every class.
"But Mr. Schu!" Rachel said. Rachel was the one who was annoying as hell. She sung well (I'll give her that), and she posted myspace videos left and right.
"What is it Rachel?" He said. He had his two fingers on his forehead, like that painting, the Thinker.
"Jazz hands enhance our performance."
"Look, Rachel." I say, stepping out of the line that looks like our mug shots are going to be taken or something "Jazz hands DO NOT enhance the performance. If we go to Regionals with jazz hands, we might as well be doing a kick line. Which, only the Rockettes can pull off."
"So, Mr Schu says, his fingers off his forehead for the time being "From the top!"
I have a car.
Finn doesn't, I use the car for bribes like "I'll let you drive if you'll give me your giant gobstopper."
"Finn," I say, you have some explaining to do." I say.
We're in the car, driving home.
"I'm failing Spanish!" he said "I already told you."
"Finn, I will tell mom tha you make out with Quinn in the church basemant, aand what you're REALLY thinking about if you don't tell me."
"Mr. Schu found pot in my locker."
"Oh my God, Finn, you smoke POT?"
"No, they just found it there, and so he said jail, detention for 6 weeks, or Glee. I chose Glee."
"Okay, let's get home."
