A/N: A sort of smallish thing to keep you guys going. I'll start putting up some more good stuff soon.
January 25th, 2010 – Sing It Loud
"You need to sing a little bit louder, Tina, we can't hear you."
I'm so nervous all the time these days. I can't figure out why, but even now on the stage I'm trying my hardest to sing as loud as I can and it barely comes out a whisper. Some of the others don't look happy at me at all – we've been held back an extra twenty minutes already because I can't seem to make my voice any louder.
"I'll try." I say, and the song starts again from somewhere near where we left off.
"Cause I see your True Colors, shining through
I see your True colors, and that's why--" I thought it was only guys' voices that crack? That was painful too. My hand flies up to my throat and I rub it, coughing slightly. My throat feels dry and painful.
"Tina how could you let your vocal chords get in such horrible condition?" Rachel reprimands me, hands on her hips. I roll my eyes.
"Can't you see she's sick?" Artie says, rolling up from the side of the stage he had been on. Mr Schuester sighed, rubbing his temples and picking up his bag.
"Okay, Tina, you rest that voice and we'll meet again next time." He said, and everyone grumbled as they left the auditorium. I slowly dragged my stool across and off the stage, feeling pretty bad about myself.
"Um… hey?" A voice asked. I turned, stumbling over my chair and landing flat on my ass. Mike's expression moved from nerves and confusion to shock and what I took to be an 'oh-shit-sorry' look. He jogged over, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I wiped the dust off the back of my jeans and placed a hand over my throbbing elbow, hissing at the pain. I could practically see the bruise about to form.
"Sorry, sorry sorry!" Mike shouted over and over, hopping from foot to foot and looking pretty girly. I chuckled at him, grabbing his shoulder.
"It's okay. What's up?" I said. Ew, my voice did sound worse. I sounded like a chain smoker.
"What's that, your sexy voice?" Mike joked, and I punched him in the arm. His mouth formed an 'ouch' as he rubbed his arm and gave me an overdramatic pout. I rolled my eyes at him again, holding up my fist and threatening to hit him again if he didn't get on with it.
"Well, anyway, I know that you can't, like, sing or whatever, so I figured I'd come over and offer dance for a change." I obviously looked pretty confused – for someone who lied about something for so long I can't really hide my emotions.
"Well, yeah, I didn't think you'd want to that much, but you don't really need a voice for it, and… yeah…"
"I'd like to try!" I beamed. I don't think I've ever seen his face light up so fast.
It may surprise you, but I was actually pretty good at dancing. Mind you I needed a lot of work, but Mike was an awesome teacher and was ready to teach me over and over. My voice got better pretty fast, and Mike was really nervous I would just ditch again. I made a special point to be dramatically late before ringing his doorbell and scaring the hell out of him.
Soon enough we stopped only dancing and started talking, watching movies and whatnot. That girl in Step Up 2 seriously can dance! Cable looks a hell of a lot like Mike too. We ended up practicing that freaky move at the end of the final dance, you know that one where the guy is pulling Andy's chest up and down without touching it, looking a little bit perverted? It's painful if you muck it up. It's also pretty awkward to try to explain, as you probably already know.
It's pretty awesome to have a new hobby, as well as a new friend to confide in. Things with Artie are still pretty awkward, so when I don't feel like having girl talk 24/7 I head over to Mike's and burn the floor. He's a total weirdo, but that funny, likeable weirdo you want to have around (as opposed to the other type of weirdo, like Jacob Ben-Israel).
Mike doesn't say a lot of really smart things, but sometimes something weird-but-wise comes out of his mouth that seriously makes you wonder where this guy came from.
Dancing, it's like singing with your feet; You have to sing it loud, sing it strong. At the same time it isn't. Because singing it quiet is just as good, and sometimes better, if you can do it right.
Whenever I get a sore throat my friends call it my sexy voice, because I hate being called sexy (cause, huhduh, I'm not!). Hope you found it somewhat enjoyable.