Hello, my beautiful darlings! I know it's been long, forgive me. Anyway, just BTW, I did Never Let Me Go, by Florence and The Machine, because I felt it explained Killemma's relationship better. But enough of my rambling...ONWARD!
Arielle had gone to her English class. Emma was supposed to be in Philosophy, but was testing a theory that relatively speaking, was philosophical. She had her headphones on, listening to her tracks, thinking about her new job at the radio station. She looked around the room, mentally groaning when she noticed her dad standing in the doorway. "Emma, why aren't you in philosophy class?"
"I'm testing a question. If I don't go to class, will I miss anything important? It is a philosophical question." Mr. Gold sighed.
"Emma, I'm not going to pay for your setup unless you go and interact." Emma began to protest. "But Dad, I do have a job-"
"That radio station? Emma that's not a job, that's a hobby."
Emma sighed. Arguing with her father was not an option. "Fine."
Gold smiled. "Thanks, Em. Now get to class."
Emma was late. Crap. So much for good first impressions. She rushed in through the front door, an older man directing her to the back. She rushed in, the sound of a man echoing over the speakers. Then it got quiet.
Emma made her way through the racks upon racks of records and DVD's, liking the musty smell. A wooden booth was in the far edge of the room. She stepped onto the wooden steps, about to knock, when the door opened and a British voice said, "No freshmen in the booth," Emma stepped back, mumbling, "Oh, right, sorry,"
He was handsome, Emma would admit. Tall, brown hair, light scruff, steely gray eyes. "I'm Philip." Emma smiled.
"Emma."
"Well, Emma, you're not as late as your partner, so right now you're my favorite." The blonde smiled again. The door opened with a bang, and footsteps echoed down the hallway. A flash of black turned the corner, and skidded to a stop. "You're late," Philip said. "Oh well," and he began to explain things very fast. Emma barely even had time to look at the man standing next to her. Holy shit, it's him, she thought.
"Hey, I know you!" Emma shook her head, answering quickly and avoiding eye contact. "No I don't," By now, Philip had turned around and was staring at Emma expectantly. "I don't know him," the blonde insisted, turning and giving the blue-eyed man a look. Philip glanced between the two, shrugging.
"Anyway, I think you get the gist of it." And he just walked away.
Before Killian could say anything, the blonde in the leather jacket cut him off.
"No, you don't,"
"I didn't even bloody say anything!"
An awkward pause.
"I sang to you, remember When you got out of that cab. Hey, is your dad a cab driver?"
Emma looked at him. "No," The black haired man ran a hand over his face.
"Can I at least have your name then?" Emma turned her head so he didn't see her smile.
"Emma. Emma Swan."
He grinned, triumphant. "Killian Jones."
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For the next two hours, they stacked, rearranged, and organized music. Killian would pop up out of nowhere with a weird record covering his face. Emma smiled when he couldn't see her.
Finally, they were side by side, sorting classic rock and jazz. Killian moved a Led Zeppelin CD to his right, a Ray Charles album to his left.
"So are you going to try out?"
Emma looked at him, startled. "What?"
"The accapella tryouts. I saw you talking to the Stellas." Killian explained.
"No you didn't, you're just guessing." Emma retorted. Killian blinked, then grinned.
"Maybe you're just an open book," Killian nudged her. "Now come on, tell me. Are you?"
The blonde shrugged. "I don't know,"
Killian smiled. "Well, you should. It'll be fun." Emma gave him a sideways glance, putting her hands on her hips.
"Maybe," was all she said.
"Okay, so if you're here, this means you want to try out for the accapella groups here at SBU. I'm Milah, and this is my tone-deaf partner Belle." Said the tall, curly haired brunette. She gestured to a slightly smaller girl, with redder hair more than brown, who had her head in a book. She put her hand up, waving. She still didn't look up from her book.
"Yep, I can't sing. And I hate myself everyday for it." Belle said sarcastically.
Milah purposefully ignored her friend. "SO!" She said, clapping her hands together. "You'll be singing twenty-eight bars of David Guetta's Titanium. The different acapella groups will select you for initiation. Good luck!" Milah looked over a Belle. Her face was still in her book. Milah grabbed her arm, and walked offstage.
It happened like a friggin music video. One of the TrebelMakers, Graham, called out to the first singer. "Whenever you're ready dude." The 'dude' pulled off his hat, letting long black hair fall to her waist. "definitely not a dude," was all Graham said. "My name is Mulan Rouge. Yes, that's my actual name." And she started. She was good. Really good.
Ashley went up second, nearly fainting due to anorexia. Killian went up third. And so on. There was a girl, Ruby, with enormous boobs. Her interests were, "cuticle care and E! Network." The Stella's immediately liked her. A guy, Jefferson, went up. Then a Victor. David tried out. A really really quiet girl named Snow walked onstage. No one heard her say anything. They had to get up and have her talk into their ear. Another girl, whose name was Aurora, had a really good voice.
Tryouts went on for an hour.
No Emma.
Regina had noticed Wendy's disappointed face."Don't worry, we have good recruits."
People began filing out of the gym. But out of the corner of Wendy's eye, she saw a certain blonde standing offstage. "Wait," She called out.
"We have one more!" Emma blushed, and awkwardly made her way to the front of the stage.
"I didn't know we had to sing that song." She said.
Wendy beamed. "No, of course not! Do what you like." Emma gave her a slight smile.
Bending down in front of her, she motioned to a plastic yellow cup on the table.
"May I?"
The two Stellas nodded, perplexed.
Emptying out the cup, Emma crossed her legs.
From the back of the theatre, Killian was watching, a slight smile on his face. From the middle of the theatre, Ashley fist-pumped the air. Everyone watched as she started…
Tapping?
Clap, clap, tap, tap, tap, clap. The cup got moved to the right. Emma grabbed the cup, flipping it and slapping her hands. Basically, she was speaking foreign language. And then she started singing.
"I got my ticket for the long way round, two bottles of whiskey for the way,
and I sure would like some sweet company, and I'm leaving tomorrow, whadda you say?
When I'm gone, when I'm go-o-o-o-one, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my hair, you're gonna miss me everywhere, oh.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."
Emma finished the song, looking slightly abashed.
"Holy shit," Killian said under his breath.
Wendy looked at Regina.
She was definitely in.