Let Me Be Me

by 626Edge

Sugar has a bad voice. She knows it already. She knows no one likes her. But she figured joining the glee club would help. Now she's given up. Can someone help her? Or will someone try to change her to their will? Or will someone try to change her but just to help her get out of her shell? Read on to find out.

41. Chapter-41

-Chapter 41-Regionals part 1-

-Shelby pov-

"Alright everyone!" I get the groups attention on me "I know we all wanna win right?"

"Of course!"

"Some how the warblers got into this competition" I look at the club "They won't be holding back and I would hope none of you will be either! They want this just as much as we do! They have a lot more to prove than we do! So do not give them a inch of a chance ok? But the most important thing...I want you all to go out there and..have the time of you lives ok? Music makes you all happy and that is what matters most"

"Enough sappy talk!" Santana walks to the middle and holds her hand out "I want a Trouble on three!"

Everyone walks over and puts their hands out. I see smiles on everyone's faces. They seem so happy and ready for this. They are going to give it their all.

"1...2...3"

"TROUBLE!"

The lights flicker and that's our cue. I open walk over and open the green room door. They spring out and head to the back stage area. I follow after and watch them get ready for singing.

Sugar takes a deep breath as the music begins. The background dancing starts and I smile. I let them choose if they would do their tryout songs or different ones. They left it a mystery to me.

-Sugar singing-

Becky was a beauty from south Alabama

Her daddy had a heart like a nine-pound hammer

Think he even did a little time in the slammer

What was I thinkin'?

She snuck out one night and met me by the front gate

Her daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge

We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate

What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late...

'cause I was...

[chorus]

Thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top sittin' right

There in the middle by me

I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss man just gotta get

Goin' where a night might lead

I know what I was feelin'

But what was I thinkin'... what was I thinkin'

By the county line the cops were nippin' on our heels

Pulled off the road and kicked it in four-wheel

Shut off the lights and tore through the corn field

What was I thinkin'?

Out the other side she was hollerin' faster

Took a dirt road and had the radio blastin'

Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'

What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late...

'cause I was...

Thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top sittin' right

There in the middle by me

I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss man just gotta get

Goin' where a night might lead

I know what I was feelin'

But what was I thinkin'... what was I thinkin'

By the county line the cops were nippin' on our heels

Pulled off the road and kicked it in four-wheel

Shut off the lights and tore through the corn field

What was I thinkin'?

Out the other side she was hollerin' faster

Took a dirt road and had the radio blastin'

Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'

What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late...

'cause I was...

When a mountain of a man with a "born to kill" tattoo

Tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth

We ran outside hood-slidin' like bo duke

What was I thinkin'?

I finally got her home at a half past too late

Her daddy's in a lawn chair sittin' on the driveway

Put it in park as he started my way

What was I thinkin', oh what was I thinkin'

Then she gave a come-and-get-me grin

And like a bullet we were gone again... 'cause I was

Thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top sittin' right

There in the middle by me

I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss man just gotta get

Goin' where a night might lead

I know what I was feelin'

But what was I thinkin'... what was I thinkin'

By the county line the cops were nippin' on our heels

Pulled off the road and kicked it in four-wheel

Shut off the lights and tore through the corn field

What was I thinkin'?

Out the other side she was hollerin' faster

Took a dirt road and had the radio blastin'

Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'

What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

But that crossed my mind a little too late...

'cause I was...

The crowd applauds and I think she did a pretty good job. I wouldn't have picked country but it was her choice. She moves back to dance as the duet comes up. This is the only one that cracked and let me help.

-Santana-Brittany-Both-

A chair is still a chair

Even when there's no one sittin' there

But a chair is not a house

And a house is not a home

When there's no one there to hold you tight

And no one there you can kiss goodnight

Woah girl

A room is a still a room

Even when there's nothin' there but gloom

But a room is not a house

And a house is not a home

When the two of us are far apart

And one of us has a broken heart

Now and then I call your name

And suddenly your face appears

But it's just a crazy game

When it ends, it ends in tears

Pretty little darling, have a heart

Don't let one mistake keep us apart

I'm not meant to live alone

Turn this house into a home

When I climb the stairs and turn the key

Oh, please be there

Sayin' that you're still in love with me, yeah

I'm not meant to live alone

Turn this house into a home

I climb the stairs and turn the key

Oh, please be there, still in love

I said, still in love, still in love with me, yeah

Are you gonna be in love with me?

I want you and need you to be, yeah

Still in love with me

Say you're gonna be in love with me

It's drivin' me crazy to think

That my baby couldn't be still in love with me

Are you gonna be? Say you're gonna be

Are you gonna be? Say you're gonna be

Are you gonna be? Say you're gonna be

Well well, well well

Still in love, so in love, still in love with me

Are you gonna be?

Say that you're gonna be

Still in love with me, yeah

With me, oh

Still in love with me, yeah

I smile proudly as Santana steps back with Brittany. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn. I see it's Lucy giving a small smile. I return it and give her my full attention.

"I really am sorry for what I did" She turns toward the stage as the music begins "They sound great still though"

"They do" I turn and watch them "You still got next competition"

The group was finally chosen before Valentine's Day. It has taken a little bit before I figured out who would be the winner. I still had to figure out the Lucy situation with beer.

"Yeah I do" I see her shiver in the corner of my eye "I never, ever wanna take another beer bath again"

I chuckle and watch as the group begins.

-Sherry-Brittany-Mary-All-

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego,

baby why don't we go,

Jamaica

Off the Florida Keys

there's a place called Kokomo

That's where you wanna go

to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand,

tropical drink melting in your hand

We'll be falling in love

to the rhythm of a steel drum band

Down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego,

baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast

and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go,

way down in Kokomo.

Martinique, that Monserrat mystique...

We'll put out to sea

and we'll perfect our chemistry

By and by we'll defy

a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight,

cocktails and moonlit nights

That dreamy look in your eye,

give me a tropical contact high

Way down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego,

baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast

and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go,

way down in Kokomo.

Martinique, that Monserrat mystique...

We'll put out to sea

and we'll perfect our chemistry

By and by we'll defy

a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight,

cocktails and moonlit nights

That dreamy look in your eye,

give me a tropical contact high

Way down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego,

baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast

and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go,

way down in Kokomo.

Port au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse...

Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo

Now if you wanna go to get away from it all

Go down to Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego,

baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast

and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go,

way down in Kokomo.

The crowd loses it and the club comes backstage. They all have huge smiles on and look so happy. I think they did an amazing job. We stay as the golden goblets walk into the stage.

-Golden singing-

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

"So our only real competition is the warblers?" Everyone chuckles and I keep silent "Shelby?"

-Golden singing-

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.

Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Without no seams nor needle work,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leaves.

Washes the grave with silvery tears.

A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

Tell her to find me an acre of land:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Between the salt water and the sea strands,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.

Generals order their soldiers to kill.

And to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

And gather it all in a bunch of heather,

Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

The crowd applauds and everyone's jaw is dropped. I shake my head and turn toward them fully. They all look completely shocked. Gone are the faces of confidence.

"Never underestimate your opponent" I look back at the group on stage "They may just surprise you"

This may be a three way dance.