Thanks for reading guys! I know this is kinda a weird idea but just call it unique. I really wanted to audition for glee but since I'm too young as a freshmen I decided to do this to imagine how it would work. If you haven't guessed, Lin (me) be joining the glee club. Oh and my schedule will actually be my real one. (Yay! I get to have Spanish with Mr. Schuester!)
"Hey I gotta get goin'," I say as the bell rings, "I got Spanish class."
"Do you know where it is?" Em asks.
"Yeah, I can figure it our myself," I reply and dash off to find class.
"Bueno, bueno," a curly haired teacher says as I run into the room.
Crap… I'm late. Wow that's gonna look GREAT on my reputation!
"Hey, is this Spanish?" I ask, checking my schedule.
The teacher nods, "are you new?"
"Yup," I say, glancing at the paper. "Mr. Schuester?"
"Yeah, but you can just call me Mr. Schue," Mr. Schue replies. "Have a seat."
I glance around for a seat and finally see one next to a boy with some designer clothes.
"Hey, is this spot taken?" I ask shyly, remembering how at my last school they snap at you if you speak to them.
"No, go ahead," says the boy in a high pitched voice as he slides through the songs on his iPod.
I plop down on the seat and glance at the music on it. "Oh my God, is that Wicked?" I exclaim seeing Defying Gravity on the screen.
"Yeah, I have a while iPod shuffle dedicated to Wicked music," he replies looking at me.
"Really? Sweet," I say, "I saw it in New York. I was gonna see it again on my birthday, but we had to move."
Dang moving trip.
"Really? I've always wanted to see it. It's never came to Lima."
For the rest of Spanish I end up talking to Kurt (the boy's name) and it turns out that he loves Wicked just as much as I do, which is a really nice change.
"Hey Lin, can you sing?" Kurt asks.
"It's my passion!" I exclaim with a wide grin.
"Well we have a glee club. We need more singers, maybe you could join?" Kurt offers.
"Sure," I say with a smile, "Just tell me where to go."
"Auditions after school today, meet me at the auditorium."
"Okay, auditorium, got it."
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I sit at my desk, anticipating the ending of my last class of the day (Geometry, I did Algebra last year) when the bell goes off.
Yes!
I heard they think glee is social suicide at McKinley, but maybe we can earn it a bit of respect soon. Yeah, I know, I didn't want to get ridiculed by joining the drama program last year, but those shows were so badly out together I wanted to cry. Maybe high school glee would be better.
"Kurt?" I call lightly as I look around the dark auditorium.
"Lin?"
"Oh hey, Em!" I say, a smile crossing my face at the sight of the Cheerio. "You joining glee too?"
"We really don't have as many as we could have hoped, but we did get another Cheerio and an Asian," I hear a voice say across the room.
I look over to see who was speaking. There's a dark haired girl with a plaid skirt and a polo shirt talking to a freakishly tall boy with light brown hair I thought I saw in Spanish earlier.
That girl looks a lot like Idina Menzel, I can't help but think as I look at her.
"Mr. Schue?" I ask as I see my curly haired teacher walk in.
"Hey guys," Mr. Schue says from the stage. "I can see we have some new members trying out. Well let's see what you got."
After a few others get up on the stage and belt out their song, I have to go.
"Linda Davenport?" Mr. Schuester calls.
"Just Lin, please," I say as I step onto the stage. "Anybody got a guitar?"
A boy with a mohawk walks up and hands me an acoustic. "Break my guitar, I hurt your face," he says, but I can see a smirk in there.
I gather the ends of my v-neck and give him a glare. "Don't even think about it," I say to him and start singing, venting out all of the hate people have laid on me in this one song.
Forgive
Sounds good.
Forget,
I'm not sure I could.
They say
Time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting… I'm through I'm not ready to make nice, It's to late to make it right, What it is you think I should… Forgive,
With doubt.
There's nothin' left for me
To figure out.
I paid
A price,
And I'll keep payin'!
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
Probably wouldn't if I could,
Cause I'm mad as hell
And I can't bring myself
To do what it is you think I should,
Sounds good.
Forget,
I'm not sure I could.
They say,
Time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting…
As the song ends, I suddenly notice the stage lights going back up. Apparently they dimmed them as I sang.
Dang it, I always do that. If I get too absorbed into my song I can't sense anything around me.
"Nice job, Lin," Mr. Schue says over the mic.
Feeling pleased with myself, I hand the guitar back to Mohawk kid and sit down with Em again.
YAY! Chapter two! Oh and if you're wonderin', Puck regrew his Mohawk during the summer before next season. That song was Taking the Long Way by the Dixie Chicks. I'm gonna slowly add some more glee characters and friends as the story goes on. Note that I'm a three octave soprano, and I love to sing country, pop, and Broadway.