Thanks to all who have read and are enjoying this. Hopefully Chapter 2 will be just as fun.
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Chapter Two: Rachel Berry
Wake me up before you go go, don't leave me hanging on like a… My eyes quickly lift open upon hearing my iPod alarm go off at 6am. I smile just a little, taking in all the positivity I can muster. I throw my comforter aside and jump out of bed. I race downstairs towards the kitchen.
"Here you go my little Yentl," My Dad said as he passed me my protein shake with banana and flaxseed oil. My adoptive dad always has my shake ready at exactly 6:01am because he knows that in order to become a star, such as the fabulous Barbara Streisand, I need to maintain a rigorous diet and exercise routine.
I continue back upstairs with my shake in hand, sipping it as I move along. I reach my room and begin to select my school clothes for the day. Black skirt, royal blue sweater, and orange knee-high socks… perfect. Now which headband to choose?… I glance at the clock. 610am. I down the last of my shake, press play on my iPod and jumped on the elliptical machine.
Ain't nothing' gonna break my stride, Nobody's gonna slow me down, Oh no. As I'm sweating away, I keep my mind focus on my goal, my motivation to tolerate the atrocities that will no doubt be presented to me during my day at McKinley High. …I got to keep on movin'. A Tony award with my name. Rachel Berry.
Due to a slight misjudgment on my part, my actions last week lead to the collapse of Glee Club. I mean how was I suppose to know that telling Principal Figgins that I saw Mr. Ryerson caress Hank Saunders would lead to Mr. Ryerson quitting and leaving Glee Club without a leader. I would've gladly stepped in and become the leader, however Mr. Figgins said we needed an actual teacher to supervise. Now, if only Mr. Ryerson would've given me the solo. That's not why I turned him in of coarse, but I might've let it slide. After all I'm not homophobic, I have two gay dads.
So without morning Glee rehearsal I had to change my morning school routine. I made my way to my locker. Right before my locker was the school bulletin board, I happen to glance at it and saw my new beacon of shining hope. A Glee Club audition sheet was posted. The new club was titled New Directions. Five names were already written down, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, and Lauren Zizes. Only Lauren was unfamiliar to me… isn't she on the wrestling team?
In the blink of a eye I had written my name on that list and placed a gold star at the end of it. A gold star is a metaphor for me… being a star.
I read the rest of the audition sheet and noticed they will be held in the auditorium after school today. A surge of excitement filled my body. I was smiling such a big smile that my cheek would definitely be hurting later. This would certainly take my day in a new direction.
The bell rung… time for class. I spun around and all I see is red coming towards me. I quickly shut my eyes. My body tenses up and starts shivering from the impact of a freezing cold slushie. A cherry shushie actually, I licked my lips and noticed the flavor. It continues to drip down my face, on to my shirt. Its in my hair too! I just know it. Why does this happen to me every week?
I'll never understand why I'm not popular. Glancing at me you would assume that boys would be lining down the block to tap this. The only thing I can think of is that my talent is just too big for the boys to handle, and makes the girls jealous.
It's a good thing I always keep an extra outfit in my locker, which I quickly went to and grabbed. Then I dashed to the nearest restroom to clean off this slushie mess and change. In less than five minutes I was back to being perfect… with matching headband.
Sitting in my last class, Debate, I stared at the clock on the wall waiting in anticipation. She's gonna step outside… Mr. Hall was lecturing us as normal. …uncover her eyes. I have no idea what the lecture is about, nor do I care. I was focused on my goal. …who knew she could feel so alive. On my new goal. …her M.O.'s changed, she don't wanna behave. Becoming the lead soloist of New Directions. Which is only a matter of being better than everyone else vocally. And I am. …ain't it good to be a brave girl tonight.
As soon as class ended, I darted out of class and right into Hank Saunders. My books go flying into the air as I start to fall toward the ground with Hank right under me. We land with a thud.
"Are you trying to finish me off or something?" Hank yelled at me in a gravelly voice. He pushed me off of him and started to get up.
"I'm so sorry Hank. But what do mean by that?" My brown eyes looked directly at his trying to convey sadness and confusion.
"You ruined Glee Club, Rachel! Not to mention all the rumors flying around the halls thanks to you."
"Rumors? I saw you two. Mr. Ryerson was touching you… and you let him! Its not a rumor if it the truth!"
"And as long as you get your way it doesn't matter who you hurt… even if it is the truth." Hank's expression quickly turns from anger to sadness. "I cared for him Rachel… thanks. Thanks a lot."
"I'm sure you caring for him had nothing to do with him giving you all the solos, right?"
"Believe what you want. Just know that you have it coming… see you at the audition." Hank walked off, leaving me to clean up my books and papers on the floor.
I reached the auditorium and took a seat towards the back, and waited.
From what I could see there were at least seven students spread throughout the aisles. I couldn't make out all the faces but I knew most of them.
"Thank you all from coming today. I'm Mr. Schuester. Your new Glee Coach." My Spanish teacher announced to all of us. He stood at the bottom of the theater in front of the stage.
He began to call names… let the auditions begin! My excitement was becoming overwhelming. I wish Mr. Shue would call me first. No wait! He'll probably call me last. You always save the best for last.
"Mercedes Jones" He called.
A short, slightly overweight African-American girl walked up towards center stage. RESPECT, find out what it means to me… Her voice held such power. Mercedes was good. …RESPECT take care of TCB, ahhhhhhhhh. She belted that last note with so much force, I was out of breathe. Most likely she'll be my strongest competition. Luckily, I have more range.
"Kurt Hummel"
Kurt walked towards center stage wearing skin tight white jeans, and a black Versace sweater that went down to his knees. Gay…. And I know gay. Cellophane , Mister Cellophane, Should've been my name… His voice sounded so pure and had a high vocal tone. Good but not good enough, at least not yet. …Mister Cellophane, cause you can look right through me, walk right by me and never know I'm there… Yep, I'm safe. …Never even noooooooo … Maybe not so safe. … I'm there.
"Artie Abrams"
A geeky looking guy with brown hair and a sweater vest came rolling out from backstage in a wheelchair. Not even in my league. …Get your motor runnin', head out on highway, looking for adventure… A nice modern sound. Artie would definitely be great in an ensemble. …In whatever comes our way, born to be wild, BORN TO BE WILD! More like great in a solo.
"Tina Cohen-Chang"
A combo of Punk Goth stepped onto the stage. Tina had long black hair and a metal skull necklace dangling over her black skin tight shirt. …its not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on… Is she going there? …I'm curious for you, caught my ATTENTION… She is. …I kissed a girl and I liked it!
"Lauren Zizes"
A very large girl, wearing jeans and a 'Team Edward' shirt looked out from center stage. It IS the girl from the wrestling team! I knew I recognized her, but can she sing? …I don't care if your world is ending today, because I wasn't invited to it anyway… What song is this? …You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart, but now I'm not an artist I'm a fuckin' work of art.. She definitely can't keep up with me vocally but she DOES scare me. …I got an F and a C and I got a K too, and the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you!... Reminder to self… stay away from Lauren Zizes.
"Hank Saunders"
Hank. Tall, dark, handsome… Gay. I have never gotten along with Hank, mostly because we have always been competing against each other since the fifth grade when he was cast as Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz' instead of me. I would've looked SO much better in pigtails. …Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high… Of coarse! He just keeps rubbing it in my face. …there's a land that I dreamed of once in a lullaby, oh somewhere over the rainbow… I don't use the word, hate, very often since it defeats my optimistic outlook on my soon to be superstar future… but I HATE Hank Saunders. …skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true ooh oooh ooooh.
"Rachel Berry"
Yay, Me! Wow, the adrenaline is really kicking up. I'm definitely not nervous, just simply excited to share my talent. Brace yourself people. Rachel Berry is coming your way. I walked towards the spotlight , right where I feel at home, center stage. I look out into the rows upon rows of empty seats, blinded slightly by the white light facing me, I search for Mr. Schuester. Upon finding him, I smiled, "I'll be singing 'On My Own' from the seminal Broadway classic 'Les Miserables'."
I took a deep breath and …On my own, pretending he's beside me… Hearing the perfect pitch of my own voice makes me smile brighter. …all alone, I walk with him 'til morning, without him I feel his arms around me… I truly am an Angel. …and when I lose my way I close my eyes, and he has found me… The next Barbara. …I love him, I love him, I love him, but only ON MY OOOOOWN!.
I finish with a bow and walk off the stage when I hear another name… the last name to be called.
"Finn Hudson"
