CHAPTER ONE – So come and let's start
You came to this world
to see what I've done
and it's fine.
So come and let's start
I'll give you all my heart
This time.
(The Beginning Song – Rita Redshoes)
It was my last year on high school, finally. I was ready to take my victory lap and win my fourth consecutive National Title and than get out from Ohio right to Los Angeles. This was going to be my year. Again.
We were at the Western Ohio High School to see our "competition" on their Sectionals. I think that was just stupid, we knew we were the best show choir and there was no one who could possibly bet us. But Shelby didn't agree with me. She said "We never underestimated our competitors". Yeah, cause we were totally worry about a bunch a losers singing some stupid songs very badly.
But now I have to take some time to tell you about Shelby, because she's really important to this story and to me. She was Vocal Adrenaline's Coach. I never really liked coaches before. You know, I don't really need anyone telling me what to do and most of them were really dumb. I could coach VA myself. But she was different, she knew things, she was really good.
I was wonder why she decided to coach in a Glee Club when she could be a huge star. She had everything: great voice and performance. But I never asked and she never told anything. She was just like me: focused on excellence. Always pushing hard, always wanting more. Be good was for losers, we had to be fucking awesome.
Anyway, we were there to see a bunch of losers singing. And it was really, really painful. I thought that I would probably going to have nightmares with ugly people singing pitch songs. Those girls from Jane Addams were absolutely ridiculous. They could totally dance that dance on a cheap strip club. And those deaf kids from Haverbrook School made me nervous. I know, I know. I should feel pity for them, being deaf and everything. But for God's sake, it was a SINGING competition. There's no place for charity in show choir.
I was just waiting for this to finish already when I heard the first accords of "Don't Rain On My Parade". I couldn't help myself from curse. I couldn't handle to hear another stupid person killing one of the best songs I've ever heard. People should be arrested for ruining this song. I roll my eyes, praying for God to take me away from this hell. Then I heard her voice and I froze.
See, I know that this will sound like a cliché from some silly and romantic movie, but it was true. From the minute I saw her and listen to her, everything around me just stopped. Nothing else really matters, I could only see her, everything else was forgettable. My eyes couldn't leave her and I didn't know why. Her expressions and her voice were powerful, full of meaning, just like Barbra. She was really talented.
When she finished the song I was applauding with enthusiasm in my mind ('cause there were NO WAY I couldn't possibly applaud her in from of my team, I just give the regular applause). Then they started to sing "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by Rolling Stones. They were good. There were two of them that were good singers, but that male lead was just awful. She deserved someone that could keep up with her vocally. Someone with talent. Someone like me.
They actually did a good performance and was sure that they were going to win. But they would have to improve so bad if they wanted to beat VA. Because that dance moves? Total failure. A 10 year old kid could done better than that.
This moment I looked at Shelby to see her reaction. She had the perfect poker face, but I knew her better than this. She looked in agony and that made me curious. She couldn't really be worried about this New Directions kids, c'mon! They were going to look like idiots performing against us, we were the best.
So the judge came with the results and I found myself staring at her again. She was nervous, I could see by the way she bither lips. That was a good thing to stare. I caught myself imagining how it would be kissing those lips. Is that insane or what? I was just having some second thoughts about a girl that I even knew! Me. The guy that could have all the girls. They just kept throwing themselves to me. I had no problems to find some pretty girl if I wanted to. But someway, somehow, I wanted her. So badly.
And when she heard that her team had win, she had the most adorable expression on her face. Her smile… I couldn't stop myself, I had to smile too. She was radiant. There was something in her eyes that made feel happiness inside. I had win a lot of competition in my life, but see her happiness, it was like it was me there winning an award for the first time.
So Shelby just got up and started to go away and everyone in VA did the same thing. We were outside when Andrea (one of the girls from VA) asked me what I thought about the ND performance.
"They were good, but they won't be a problem to us. We are so much better, I'm not worried." I just said with a unconcerned tone. She smiled at me and we got on our way out.
"Mind to give me a ride home?" She said using that flirt tone. She was so exhausting.
"Haven't you come with Daniel?" I asked her with my eyebrows lifted.
"Yeah, but I wanted to go back with you" She gave me that stupid smile. God, does anyone really fall on this shit?
"Sorry, I have plans already. See you on rehearsal!" Of course, I had to remind myself and her too that I'm not just like other guys. So I closed the door and drove away, while she stayed there looking furious.
I wasn't telling her any lie. I had plans. I had to find that girls name. I was determined. And when Jesse St. James wants something or someone, he usually gets what he wants.
N/A: So, my first St. Berry fic. I'm so excited and nervous at the same time.
First I have to say that the idea for this fic came from the fact that we don't know much about Jesse, so I wanted to try to show his side of the history.
I'm sorry for this chapter being so short. I'm not really comfortable with writing in English, 'cause it's not my first language. But I'll try to make it better for the next chapters.
Hope you like it. And please, let me know what you think. Reviews, for writers, are like applause for Timkerbell: we need them to live. =D
And once again I would like to say thank you to my wonderful friend Cloie, for helping me with my poor English grammar.
See ya!