I probably should've mention that the only thing I own are the characters I invent lol. I would love to own Kurt though, I love that boy :P.
Anyway, I'll just come out and say it Lily is pretty much me lol. Sure I've changed a lot but the majority is based off something. For instance I do have severe stage fright, to the point where I literally shake and get tears in my eyes when I'm in front of an audience, alone I'm fine lol, but I still get up there :P.
I think I've left reality only to end up in the Hogwarts trophy room….
"Make sure you get between their tiny golden toes Lou. Even in statue form my Cheerios must avoid athlete's foot of any kind." Sue Sylvester rattled off behind me. Did I mention that she still had absolutely no idea who I was? She was calling me Lou, as in Lucille Ball…as in I Love freakin' Lucy. I guess I should give her some credit for getting the first and last letters right.
While I scrub between gold plated toes that don't even need scrubbing, I think it might be the perfect time to explain why I'm so opposed to singing in public.
See my dad heard me singing once when I was about ten and he thought I was the greatest thing since sliced bread. He bought me all the music from the greatest broadway shows that he knew the names of, this was something he kept up with even after the…incident. Along with the scores, he paid for me to have private lessons with Mrs. McCann this former Broadway Babe that lived a few blocks down from us.
When I say former, I mean really former, the woman was pushing 90 the day I started, but she was cheap and talented so dad figure that it was a win-win. Her one condition was that I had to learn how to play the piano along with my voice lessons, my dad agreed and from that point on I had an hour long music lesson once a week.
I have always been very…unsure of myself. It took three years for me to gain enough courage to perform in one of Mrs. McCann's recitals, she had six other students at the time.
That night I was the last student to perform, I sang and played the piano. While I played Mrs. McCann sat with me and turned the pages on the music because my hands were shaking so badly that once they touched the keys they weren't movin'.
The song was Someone Else's Story from the musical Chess and I nailed it! The moment I finished I stood so I could take my bow etc., but that's when I noticed that Mrs. McCann had her head rested on the piano keys.
She must've died when the applause started….I've been scarred ever since.
My father sold my piano. Mainly due to the fact that I couldn't look at it without screaming, I was just a kid. Though, none of us had the courage to get rid of the musical scores. So they ended up in a labelless box, that I saw last night for the first time in almost four years.
"It 4:30," Sue said, snapping me out of my head and back to my aching hands, "If I didn't have to get to practice I would take you to my house and have you polish the trophies that line the hallways, but for now I'll just have to settle for the dreadful work you've done here."
She didn't wait for a reply, and I hadn't planned on giving one, as she left the room. Once she was gone I got to my feet, grabbed my stuff, and left as fast as I could.
What the hell am I doing in here?
Why couldn't I just find an unlocked exit before I passed this room of all rooms?
The tryouts were obviously over, I guess not that many people audition for McKinley High's Glee Club…despite their superb record. At 4:40pm the auditorium was still open but completely deserted.
So can someone please explain to me why I'm heading toward the stage right now? I mean even alone it petrifies me, but a few of the over head lights are still on and its like they're saying 'Come Join Us' like its some sort of horror movie.
Maybe aliens have planted a chip in my head or something ….and maybe I'm close to the mother ship and its activated…or something….I hate that saying 'or something'. Can I seriously not come up with any other reason then 'something'?
When I left the trophy room I went for the first exit I could find, but it was chained up like this place was some sort of maximum security prison. I know that once school is out they lock up pretty much all the exits with the exception of the main ones, but come on couldn't that one be open just for me cause I'm awesome?…A little much?
I didn't even know what I was planning to do once I got to where my mind was taking me. It was as if my autopilot switch had been flicked and now I had no control.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," I said to no one, forcing my feet to stop right in front of the stage steps.
I was completely frozen. Only my eyes were able to move and after a bit of confusion they settled on the piano that had been pushed to the part of the stage furthest away from me.
I hadn't touched one in years, not since my dad sold mine to an Italian man who looked like he just walked off the set of Good Fellas.
No one's here. One song couldn't hurt.
And with that I walked up the steps, crossed the stage, and took my seat on the piano bench.
"What am I doing?" I muttered once my fingers landed on the ivory…well it probably wasn't ivory seeing as…you know, hunting elephants is like illegal. Though, maybe the piano was old enough. No, it didn't look that old, its black surface was barely scratched.
Stop thinking of stupid stuff…
Immediately, my fingers started playing the intro to a familiar song.
Isn't it amazing how your brain can remember things? Like the right notes and lyrics to a song, even though you haven't listened to it in ages?
"Long ago
In someone else's lifetime
Someone with my name
Who looked a lot like me
Came to know
A man and made a promise
He only had to say
And that's where she would be
Lately
Although the feelings run just as deep
The promise she made has grown impossible to keep
And yet I wish it wasn't so
Will he miss me if I go?
In a way
It's someone else's story
I don't see myself
As taking part at all
Yesterday
A girl that I was fond of
Finally could see
The writing on the wall
Sadly
She realized she'd left him behind
And sadder than that she knew he wouldn't even mind
And though there's nothing left to say
Would he listen if I stay?
It's all very well to say you fool it's now or never
I could be choosing
No choices whatsoever.
I could be
In someone else's story
In someone else's life
And he could be in mine
I don't see
A reason to be lonely
I could take my chances
Further down the line
And if
That girl I knew should ask my advice
Oh I wouldn't hesitate she needn't ask me twice
Go now!
I'd tell her that for free
Trouble is, the girl is me
The story is, the girl is me."
When my voice finally trailed off and I hit the last note on the piano a quite clapping started at the back of the auditorium from within the shadows. Panicking…I might have screamed like a 5 year old. Along with the screaming I kinda fell off the bench.
No one was supposed to hear that…Seriously.
Whoever was clapping in the back must've run down one of the aisles because pretty soon someone was hopping up on stage.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, are you okay?" a kind face said as he helped me to my feet.
After about a minute of me staring at him in shocked silence I finally squeaked out "Fine," before I tried to leave the auditorium. I prayed that I would never have to speak to this dark haired boy again.
"Hey, I mean, where are you going?" Oh boy, I had a fair feeling that he wasn't really the sharpest tool in the shed.
"As far away from here as humanly possible…preferably Antarctica," Apparently, I have a weird obsession with Antarctica.
"Why? I mean, I'm sorry if I freaked you out or anything, Mr. Shue sent me in here to lock up because he forgot to and I heard you and I figured you missed the auditions or something….I mean you're good…not Rachel good, but you're good."
I was about halfway down the aisle when he started his little speech, it wasn't hard to guess that he was following me, before I turned to face him. "Look…?"
"Finn,"
Interesting name, "Finn, I don't do this….Not normally. I don't even know why I went up there, just looking at that thing scares me."
With a curious tilt of his head and squint of his eyes he asked, "What thing?"
"…That stage, the piano, this thing in my throat….Just, thank you, alright?... For the compliment, though I have no idea who Rachel is, but can you forget you ever saw me here? Please?"
"Yeah sure, but I still-"
"Thanks Finn, I guess I'll see you around." and with that I pretty much ran out of the auditorium.
I love reviews :). If you mention that you actually want to hear me sing and promise not to poke fun, I will oblige :P...
I have no idea what I'm getting myself into lol.