I re-worked Rachel's first monologue. So that is why it may look familiar to you.
51: Rachel Berry.
I woke early in the morning, an hour after Lark left, and got ready for the day. I couldn't go out and eat so I settled on breakfast around the house.
Leftover pizza and coffee.
I sat down watching television and watched the news. Nothing too much.
I told myself to not use Facebook at all this summer. Sign on of course so that it would automatically delete me, but don't check messages. I signed on, waited five minutes by reading an online article about dolphins, then signed off. Nobody tired to contact me. Good.
I dug around a bit and found some cigarettes in the bathroom. I took some and went to the roof deck to have a couple before coming back down to have more pizza for lunch.
Around three I showered, dried my hair and got my uniform on. I took the next bus at 4:15 to get to work and hoped to arrive by five on the dot.
I entered Spotlight Diner and still remembered how magical it looked from yesterday. It was still magical. Not as many people as I thought there would be but still a lot. I looked around for Rachel, looking at all the name tags that I could read, and couldn't find her. I felt my stomach turn upside down until I felt a tap behind me. I turned and saw this girl about my height with long brown hair, brown eyes and a perky smile on her face.
"Hi my name is Rachel Berry and I'll be your hostess for the evening." She said.
So this is Rachel. She was pretty, really pretty. "I'm Marley Rose, but I'm work—"
"I can tell you are working here, you are in uniform," She laughed. "One of my Funny Girl co-stars tells me to introduce myself to every person I will be working with and make myself sound like a real star. Not obviously I wouldn't say that, or this, but since we might star together in a Woody Allan movie I figure I let you know my new trick to get fame and my name on the Hollywood Walk and a Tony."
"Sounds great, but I'm more of a ra—"
"You might laugh because every time I sign my name I put a gold star after it, but it's a metaphor. And metaphors are important. My gold stars are a metaphor. For me. Being a star. I am a star. I'm such a big star that the sun is jealous of me—"
"Corny line." I laughed.
She looked taken back that I spoke but continued. " See I was born out of love. My two dads searched for potential surrogates based on beauty and IQ. Then they mixed their sperm together using a turkey baster. To this day, we still don't know which one is my real dad, which I think is pretty amazing. My dads spoiled me in the arts. I was getting dance lessons, vocal lessons...ANYTHING to give me a competitive edge. You might think that all the boys in school would totally want to tap this, but my MySpace and Facebook ans Twitter schedule keeps me way too busy to date. I try to post a video every day just to keep my talent alive and growing. Nowadays, being anonymous is worse than being poor. Fame is the most important thing in our culture now, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that no one's going to just hand it to you."
Wow...she's into herself. A lot. No wonder why Tina wants to be like Rachel and worships her. Quickly my first thought was, "Shirley Temple's mom use to play music and sing and dance when she was pregnant with Shirley and most people have stated that's a big motion to Shirley loving to act since she was eight months old."
"Yes, that's possible. How's McKinley?" She asked me.
"Oh, fine." I said. "Tina was a big bitch this year."
"Senior Fever. Happens to everyone." Rachel said. "Especially to us Broadway Beauties."
"Radio." I said. "I don't want to go to Broadway, just sing on the radio." I said.
"Oh..." She said, surprised by that comment. "Well everyone who starts in radio ends up on Broadway, so we can still star in that Woody movie." She said. "Come on, I'll show you everything there is to know."
I arrived home that night. When I got back Lark had finished making some sort of spaghetti and alfrado meal with garlic bread. "You look like shit."
"I feel like shit."
"How was Spotlight?"
"I worked with Rachel."
"How was that?" He asked.
I worked from five to eleven when Rachel left. Six hours. Six, long hours. Six long, painful hours. Six long, painful fucking hours. Rachel...is a fucking nightmare!" I yelled.
"Like Coach Sue nightmare, Kitty nightmare, Bree nightmare or Bitch Satan?"
"I don't know! Rachel never stopped talking. Does she have the ability to speak without taking a breath? Dose she had a built in oxygen tank!? And she kept telling me every five seconds about her stupid Funny Girl show and how awesome it is! And when it wasn't that it was about how she wanted me to join her in some fucking Woody Allan movie and if it wasn't that it was about some other stuff like audition processes and schools and how she loved when she dropped out of school because she has big potential now to make her dreams come true of being Barbra Streisand or whatever her name is! I don't even know how to spell her name, is it B-A-R-B-A-R-A or did she drop one of the damn 'A's in her name!? And another thing about Rachel that I know since school and didn't really know how annoying it was until tonight; she likes to sing and get every solo! That girl can act out all the parts in some upbeat musical version of Romeo and Juliet! Which she might do if it happened because as she says. 'Every star need to take challenges and fight for the right to get a part!' She wanted me to go to NYADA and sing some song she auditioned with and do you know how much she bitched at me when I said I was sorry that her ass got rejected by Carmen What's Her Face when Rachel messed up on that Rain On My Parade song? I just said I was sorry it happened and she bitched at me asking who told me and I said Finn, so Finn is gonna get his ass kicked by Rachel when she sees him because she wanted that to be a secret because she's afraid Ms. Streisand herself is going to hear about it and sue Rachel for choking up one of her most famous songs. OH and my favorite part is when she started to talk to me about the throwing up and being bulimic thing and how wrong it is for any star to be like that! TEN BUCKS SHE TRIED THROWING UP HERSELF AT SOME POINT! OH NO! SHE WAS TOO BUSY TRYING TO FUCK FINN SO SHE COULD PLAY THE ROLE OF MARIA!? I can't believe she wanted her first time to be only for a fucking character. I didn't smoke until after Sandy but I sure wouldn't try anything like that to get a role! Ryder didn't go around fucking girls like Danny probably did after Sandy left and before he got back to the school. But Rachel wanted to fuck Finn for that!? That's...disgusting! Oh and when she heard I was bulimic she said I can have her food breaks...you don't say that to someone! I told her I was recovered and better and she was acting like I was still anorexic bulimic! She is a big fucking pain in the ass and I have to work with that girl again TOMORROW NIGHT!"
Lark stayed silent. Wide eyed, mouth lightly opened. He'd never seen...oh wait, the pregnancy scare. Well still he never sees this side so much of me so I pretty much gave him a reason to say, "I know you're quitting, but want a cigarette to cool down?"
We sat on the roof deck with a table and chairs Lark bought on his way home. He planned to get more so we could have friends come over and eat with us up there. The view was quiet lovely at night.
"Feel better?" He asked.
I nodded. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. I then picked my fork up and twirled it on the spaghetti and placed it in my mouth.
"So if I don't see you home Saturday night and I read in the newspaper on Sunday about a murder at Spotlight Diner, I shouldn't worry?" He laughed.
"Get the bail money and let's start a story that I didn't take medication like I should for the past three months." I laughed.
Later that night Lark was asleep. I stayed up watching TV, man could that guy sleep through TV, and settled on a Friends episode.
