When it comes to music, I've never really been a fan of anything that wasn't pop or theatrical. Part of it was because these genres really weren't accepting of outsiders. Country music was not really accepting of anyone who was not white with Darius Rucker being the sole exception, but his music was always more popular with white, straight people. Rap and R and B on the other hand were pretty much exclusively black genres. Pop was the only kind of music that really had a place for everyone, even though I couldn't name any Asians in the pop world.
Anyway, our week was led off by Mr. Schue singing a song dressed as a cowboy. He was singing a country song and I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so stereotypical. I was also pretty sure that country singers didn't wear cowboy hats anymore.
"Stop!" Faith interrupted. All of us stared at her. "I don't think that this performance illustrates country music. I know I've never been to Nashville, but I do know the days of cowboy hats and flannel shirts are all but gone."
"This is what a current country song sounds like." Rachel piped in before she began to sing.
Out of all of the places in this little town,
Yeah you had to coming in here and sit down
I'm hiding and hoping my face aint too red
Since we been over been like crazy to get you outta my head
So why you wanna show up in a old t-shirt that I love
Why you gotta tell me that I'm looking good don't know what
You were thinking, you were doing moving in for a hug like you don't know I'm coming unglued
Why you gotta why you wanna make me keeping wanting you
Keep wanting you
Why, why, why would you tell me you'd call me up sometime
Maybe we can get a drink and just catch up
Like that'd be enough, baby that aint enough
Why you gotta show up in a old t-shirt that I love
Why you gotta tell me that I'm looking good don't know what
You were thinking, you were doing moving in for a hug like you don't know I'm coming unglued
Why you gotta why you wanna make me keeping wanting you
Why you gotta why you wanna make me keeping wanting you
Why you gotta why you wanna make me keeping wanting you
Out of all of the places in this little town
Yeah you had to come walking in here and sit down
"Okay." Mr. Schue told us. "Well if you haven't guessed this week's assignment is country songs. It seems like I don't know as much about this style as I thought I did, so we could all learn some more. Country music originated in the 1920s, but it was mostly refined to the South. What do you probably don't know if country is one of the reasons we have rock music. Elvis was greatly influenced by it and when I was in high school, two men brought rock to country. They were Billy Ray Cyrus and Tim McGraw."
I needed to get ready for my doctor's appointment. I asked Dr. Roberts if she could meet me at the same hospital that Blaine was staying at. I wanted to do both things in the same stop. Fortunately, she was understanding of my endeavor.
"So forgive me if I seem uncoordinated." She remarked. "I'm not very used to this hospital."
"Have you ever been here before?" I asked as I raised my sleeve.
"I actually interned here." She answered. "But that was several years ago."
"Well I wanted to thank you for agreeing to do this for me." I stated.
"It's not a problem." She said as she took the needle out. I still didn't like them. "So why is your boyfriend in the hospital anyway?"
"A guy through some rock salt at his eye and he had to have surgery to fix it." I explained.
"That's horrible. Did you talk to the police?" She asked.
"I know I could have, but he is in a rival glee club and seeing him arrested wouldn't be as satisfying as beating him on the stage." I declared.
"Well, I'm not sure if I agree with that, but if it's what you want to do, you should do it." She told me. "So are you still thinking about having your operation in a few months."
"I want to do as soon as I can get the money for it." I explained. "Are you going to tell me that I shouldn't do that too?"
"I'm not going to tell you that you shouldn't do it. I won't even try to talk you out of it. I can perform the procedure if you'd like." She stated.
"You know how to do it?" I asked in surprise.
"There's more money in the job if you can also perform the surgery." She replied. "So I got my surgical license and don't worry, I have performed it multiple times and nothing has gone wrong. So what are you doing in Glee this week?"
"Country." I replied.
"You don't seem very enthused by it." She noted.
"Well I don't really have any favorite country songs." I remarked.
"What about Taylor Swift?" She asked. There were not really any options left from that.
"We've pretty much burned through our options of songs from her." I told her.
"What about Carrie Underwood?" She responded.
"I don't really have the voice for one of her songs. I used to, but I don't anymore." I stated.
"Well if you can't find a song, maybe you should write one." She suggested.
"I've never written a song before." I remarked.
"Just find something that you want to say and try to put it in words." She added.
So after I was done visiting Blaine, I decided to take out a pen and paper and think about the worst thing that could happen to me. That would be the surgery going wrong, but that wouldn't be something to relate to. Next was my dad dying but that was too depressing. So I went with Blaine and I breaking up.
The following day in Glee club, I decided to play what I had. I had made sure that it sounded country. I wore a red peasant blouse and jean shorts with blue sandals and a blue scarf with pink razor blades on it.
I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
Laid beside you and pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke
Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
I've been sleepwalking been wandering all night
Tried to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place I can hold you tight in this burning house
See you at a party and you look the same
I could take you back but people don't ever change
Wish that we could go back in time
I'd be the one you thought you'd find
Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
I've been sleepwalking been wandering all night
Tried to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place I can hold you tight in this burning house
Flames are getting bigger now in this burning house
I can hold onto to you somehow in this burning house
Oh and I don't wanna wake up in this burning house
"I've never heard that song, Kathryn." Mr. Schue remarked.
"That's because I wrote it." I explained.
"You wrote it?" He repeated.
"I was a little jealous when everyone wrote their songs for Regionals last year and I really wanted to write something by myself. Not to mention, my doctor suggested it." I told him.
That night, I was with Lucy as we researched for some schools for her to apply to. She basically had to apply this week or she wouldn't be able to attend until the spring semester. Although doing so could help her save up funds, I had a feeling she wanted to go in the fall.
"So what do you want to major in?" I asked.
"I think I want to be an actor." She declared.
"Well there are plenty of schools that you could to. I would think that Yale and Carnegie-Mellon are off the list. Maybe you could go to Northwestern." I suggested.
"In Chicago?" She asked.
"Yes." I confirmed. "I know it's not New York, but Chicago is a pretty nice city and you can check it out when we go to Nationals. It's not too late for you to apply."
"I'm not even sure if I should go to college." She admitted. "Mark Zuckerberg dropped out of college and he made over a billion dollars."
"Mark Zuckerberg had a brilliant idea and he also screwed multiple people over." I pointed out. "You should go to college. Also the first part of that sentence was that he dropped out of college. You can't drop out unless you actually go to college."
"I guess I can apply to Northwestern." She responded. "But what do I do if I don't get in?"
"Well you can get some applications for the spring semester." I stated. "You really shouldn't have waited so long to apply."
"I don't really need to be lectured about this." She pointed out.
"Sorry." I apologized. "I just want you to do well with your life. You're my sister now."
"Have I ever told you how glad I am that you're my sister?" She asked.
"You haven't done it recently and I just love to have my ego stroked." I joked before she playfully shoved me.
"So what do you think I should write my essay about?" She replied.
"I think you could write something powerful about the day you found out the truth about your dad." I suggested. "I know it's painful, but it would also make for a good audition."
"I don't know if I could go there." She admitted.
"Part of acting is showing vulnerability." I stated. "You need to show your weakness because it will make you stronger."
The next day in Glee club, Lucy was singing a song and looking at me. She was singing a song to me. I knew it well because it was one of my favorites.
When I think back on these times and the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad cause I was blessed to get to have you in my life
When I look back on these days, I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me
In my dreams I'll always see you soaring by the sky
In my heart there cause I always saw in you my light, my strength
And I want to thank you now for all the ways you were right there for me
You were right there for me for always
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you'll be
And everywhere I am there you'll be, there you'll be
I'll always be a place for you for all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you'll be
And everywhere I am there you'll be
I stood up and clapped as she finished singing and soon the rest of the group joined me in giving her a round of applause. Even if she didn't have as good a voice as Rachel or Faith, she was good at expressing the emotion of the song.
"So Lucy sang a song for you?" Blaine asked me. I was in his room and he had bandages over his eyes. He would be able to switch to an eyepatch soon. I really hoped that he would get vision back.
"Yes." I replied as I stood close to him. "It was really sweet and she sang a Faith Hill song because she knows how much you love Faith Hill."
"I can't wait to hear this song that you wrote." He admitted. I was nervous about playing it for him.
"I don't know if you want to hear it." I remarked. "It is pretty sad and I know that you don't really like sad songs."
"I don't have a problem with sad songs and I know that you'll probably sound great on it." He replied. "Why don't you sing it for me now?"
"I don't have anything to play it with." I declared.
"Then sing it acapella." He suggested. I sighed and began to sing it to him. "Wow that is really good. Have you ever thought about seeing if you can find some work as a songwriter?"
"I have so much time to figure out what to do with my life, I don't want to decide on anything yet." I stated.
At the end of the week, we got together for a group performance. Mr. Schue had also taken the job as the new History teacher and ceded the role of Spanish teacher to Senor Martinez. It was nice to have a teacher that actually spoke the language, even if I was taking French this semester.
I woke up early this morning around 4:00 am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been trying my best to get along, but that's okay there's nothing left to say but
Take your records, take your freedom, take your memories I don't need em
Take your space and take your reasons but you'll think of me
Take your cat and leave me sweater cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better, but you'll think of me,
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind,
But don't worry I'll be fine I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride, wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you and on with my life
So take your records take your freedom, take your memories I don't need em
Take your cat and leave my sweater cause we've got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better but you'll think of me
Take your records, take your freedom, take your memories I don't need em
Take your space and take your reasons but you'll think of me
Take your cat and leave me sweater cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better, but you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I really hoped Blaine's eyes would be better by Valentine's Day next week.
So Kathryn wrote a song because I really wanted to include the song in the chapter. Also Lucy might be going to Northwestern. The songs are "Why Ya Wanna" by Jana Kramer, "Burning House" by Cam, "There You'll Be" by Faith Hill, and "You'll Think of Me" by Keith Urban. Please don't forget to review.