When I was finished singing, everyone was staring at me in awe. Suddenly, the teacher started to clap, and then everyone joined in.

"Wow, that was wonderful!" they all said. Except Rachel Berry.

I walked up to her.

"Excuse me, do you have a problem with my singing?" I asked sweetly.

"Well, it was very amateurish," she said.

I was shocked. I am not used to being anything less than the best or the prettiest. No one had ever insulted me before.

"Amateurish? How?" I asked, trying to keep my cool, but I was dying on the inside.

Suddenly, a brown-haired guy came up to us.

"Rachel, stop insulting Violetta's singing. That was sung beautifully. I have never heard such a wonderful rendition of 'Wake Up' by Hilary Duff. You're just jealous that we have finally found someone who is better than you. Now we don't have to put up with you and your mean, terrible personality. By the way, I'm breaking up with you."

Rachel and I both stood there, incredibly shocked.

"Finn, no, you can't!" she said. I could see that she was about to cry.

"Too late." Finn said, and he leaned forward to try and kiss me.

"No!" I said, and pushed him away. I felt bad, but I did not find him attractive, and someone like me needs to date people of a higher caliber.

"I'm sorry, Finn. Perhaps you should have stayed with Rachel. I don't want to be with you. You guys are more on the same level," I said, playing with my long blond hair that was in a ponytail.

I walked away before he could try and kiss me again.

I walked by the blond guy ("Hi , my name is Sam," he said. I smiled at him, showing my clean white teeth, and batted my eyelashes), and another darkish guy with a Mohawk.

"Name's Puck," he grinned. I smiled at him as well.

I finally got to where the teacher was standing.

"Hi, Mr. Shuester," I said. "I was wondering if I got into Glee Club?" I smiled.

"Oh my goodness, Violetta, why do you even have to ask!" he exclaimed. "Your voice is perfect and lovely, and everybody loved your song!"

"Not Rachel," I said sadly.

"Pssh," said Mr. Shuester. "Don't listen to Rachel. She's just jealous of you, and is full of sexual angst."

"Okay," I smiled. "I guess I will be seeing you at the next rehearsal." I said.

"Yup," said Mr. Shuester. "That will be next Thursday after school in this room. I can't wait!"

And that was how I joined the Glee Club.