This would make me crazy! It was going to be over an hour he was chewing, mouth open, her chewing gum, right behind me. I was exhausted, I was on the verge of bursting. Still twenty minutes to keep ... it seemed an eternity. This flight seemed endless. If I could I would have took a seat in business class, but it should have been that I have the means! Or that I'm somebody you graciously offers. But it was not my case, or in any case, it was no longer ...
For I, Rachel Berry, I was nobody. There are still eight months, I was on Broadway, it was called the rising star. I was living a dream. My name was on view from my favorite musical, Funny Girl. Every night, the room was packed and the critics were unanimous and rather flattering. But I had made bad choices ... Because yes, wanting bigger than Broadway was a bad choice. And select Los Angeles and television were the following. The series, awaited the famous director Lee Kitton had ended in a closet at the far end of the basement of the Fox after only the second episode, leading me and my co-partners at the summit of top 100 Loosers of the year.
I had wanted to leave Los Angeles quickly, but to where? I did not return to New York, I could not. And then I would have been alone ... Kurt and Blaine had rendered the loft after their separation and I knew that both had left New York. So I had no choice but to return to Lima.
Lima ... that I was there. The guy behind me had just cast his chewing gum. It was of course expected that landed to do it! I had one wish, leave this plane. But leaving this plane, it was like jumping in with both feet in reality.
My parents were there, in the middle of friends and families from waiting for other passengers. But on their faces, there was no joy or smile to greet me. Not that my parents were not happy to see me! It was still six months to do that I had not seen them ... but they, like me, did not want what was happening.
Now the tears came to my eyes. I felt, for a week of being a fountain with large open valves. And feel the protective arms of my fathers hug me did not help. For a long time my father did not have took me in their arms this way.
"Come on, we go home ..."
That's exactly the words I dreaded to hear. Before "my" house was Broadway, and back to me here in Lima ...
During the journey that led us home, and yes, I had to make myself (!), My father gave me the latest news from the city. The dentist had married, instead of City Hall was rebuilt after the holidays, the new Breadsticks was takeaway and the ice had finally reopened its doors ... exciting!
Having nibbled a bit to please my parents, I took refuge in my room. She was like frozen in time. Nothing had changed in two years. I'm back to square one ... weeping bitterly in bed because of my failures.
I had spent two days under the covers, to the chagrin of my fathers passing me from time to time, forcing me to eat a little. But after my umpteenth cereal bar, I could stay in bed more. I took a shower and decided to do a little tweaking. First sorting in my closet. There were things in it that I did not put since high school. Undoing my suitcase, and yes, I had still not opened (!), I fell on my laptop. Last connection to the outside world ... that's why it's been two weeks he was off. It took me about ten minutes to decide whether to restart it. And what I feared was confirmed when, barely lit, he began to flash on all sides. My mailbox was full, and I was texting to read, without end. Listen to messages it was really too much for the moment, so after putting comfortably installed on my bed, I began to read all my texting ...
There were lots of Kurt first were compassionate and comforting, the following applications were new, and before my non-responses, the latter were downright ... Kurt! He made me look like the worst friends by not giving it new. There were also Mercedes, Sam, Artie and Brittany. They were all very careful. Santana, she had sent me a few, and it was all Santana ... She criticized the critics, threatened to send their Latino friends and awarded itself the right to be in critical nasty about me. No wonder! Mr Schuster sent me messages of comfort, and expected to hear from me. And then there was one, one Finn ...
Finn ... We were past the stadium "crazy in love" to "no longer speaks to me" in such a short time. But it was difficult to draw a line under our history ... and then I did not really want it. Our paths were distant from each other but there was still something that bound us. And then there was, of course, Mr Schuster wedding where there ... it made no sense ... but at this event, we simply had vied to be together, as if nothing had around. It was called occasionally, rarely ... The last time we had seen, it was Thanksgiving. The Hummel-Hudson family had decided to organize the Thanksgiving meal and we found we were finally all those who had been able to come this time around parents Finn and Kurt. My father and the mother of Santana had joined us. We spent a very pleasant evening, but ... regarding Finn and I had exchanged a few banalities. Ah! And then there was his message for the New Year. I was represented but had left me email, his wishes for the new year, wishing me to be happy and follow my dreams ... Super! It was that four months later?
So its texting ... He, at least, had been simple: " what's up ?". It was there almost ten days ... at least he did not want me to not have answered.
I did not know where to start ... or by whom? Should I keep it simple and call Mercedes and Santana? Or should I inflict anger and Kurt's concerns? Go, courage, Berry! Go for Kurt.
" Oh my God ! Are not you dead ? " He yelled picking !
Kurt and extravagance ... but that was about it, I was dead inside, and mortified to have worried my best friend.
" Sorry Kurt, I should have called earlier. "
It was a good start, start with an apology ...
" Rachel ! I was worried sick ! I called everywhere in LA, but I was told you were gone. Where are you ? "
Go takes you right in the face of truth, and announces it ...
" Here ... Lima ... " I the focus not to cry.
" But it's great ! We get to spend time together " Great ? He laughs then I hope ... " Meet me at Breadsticks, you must have lots of things to tell me ... "
I had stopped ...
" It is not possible for the moment ... uh, I have lots of things to do there now ! " Possible no ? " I'll call you soon as I can right ? " So convincing, or not ?
" Too bad ... but hey, we'll have time to see now ? " Go on, put it back into a layer ... Fortunately I knew Kurt and he was my friend, or I swear he was torturing me voluntarily.
" Yes, Kurt, we spend time together ... I have to leave you here. But I'll call you, okay ? "
" Okay. I missed you, Rachel, you know ? " Control your tears ...
" I missed you too Kurt ... "
Well, that was it ... I did not like to lie, except if necessary to get a role or any other thing of bisness show. But there, I could not see anyone ...
I took some time to answer all the others. I had decided for a vague message does by revealing too much or not enough to avoid questions in return.
" Thank you for your comforting messages. I rest in peace. I hope to see you soon. I embrace you, Rachel. " Sent !
Well, that was done. But Finn ... He did not send me message of comfort, he knew too well that it was useless. He had said nothing of criticism by the press, probably because he had not read them. He was the only one to have asked myself the-blank question, namely, as I was ... Good question! I do already not able to answer the question for myself, then figure out what to tell Finn was just lost! I handed it to later ...