-Chapter-10-
-Shelby pov-
"We are doing tryouts for west side story and everyone gets a fair shot" I stand beside Artie and look at the two trying for Maria "Mercedes you can go first and Rachel you will follow"
I take my seat as Artie moves his closer to the table. We have had decent tryouts so far. Blaine was the best one so far. He is born for the Broadway stage!
-Mercedes singing (Tina and Brittany)-All-
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
(Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!)
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
(La la la la . . .)
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
(La la la la . . .)
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
(What mirror where?)
Who can that attractive girl be?
(Which? What? Where? Whom?)
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
(Such a pretty me!)
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
"No that was my audition song!" Rachel moves toward Mercedes quickly "I told that to you in confidence! You were going to sing something else!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Rachel looks broken on the stage as Mercedes shakes her head "You just want me taken out of this!"
"I-you-I" Rachel is shaking as Mercedes walks off "I have nothing"
"If you have nothing you have no audition" I take a deep breath before continuing "You will not get the part then"
"It does not have to be West Side story!" I look at Artie confused but he goes on "Everyone has auditioned with West Side Story! Maybe you could sing something you are comfortable with?"
Rachel nods as she takes a deep breath in.
(Lyrics from genius)
[RACHEL]
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I've gotta fly once
I've gotta try once
Only can die once, right sir
Oooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see I've gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me love 'cause I'm a comer
I've simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot and bam!
Hey Mr. Arnstein, here I am
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat sir
Guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love 'cause I'm a comer
I've simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer
No, nobody, no, nobody is gonna
Rain on my parade
"That was wonderful Rachel!" So now our third judge comes in "I heard both Shelby"
"Then we can vote" We mute the mic and I turn toward April "What do you think?"
"Mercedes stole the song part or her being flat a couple of times?" I roll my eyes and she growls "You asked me to judge! Do not be a bitch to me for this!"
"Ladies enough!" We both look at Artie who sighs "I think Rachel has the better vocal range, Mercedes can hit notes pretty well herself, and they both can act! I just think the better one for the role of Maria would be Rachel instead of Mercedes"
"That is two Rachel" Both look at me "Shelby?"
"I was going to vote Mercedes but if I am out voted what does it matter?" Artie turns the mic on and both girls move onto stage center "After deliberation we will move forward with Rachel as Maria off a two to one vote"
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Mercedes grabs Rachel by the collar and I am immediately up "You can not always get your way! You will always be nothing but Lima bound just like us! You will never get Fanny! You will never see your name on Broadway Rachel Berry!"
"Enough!" I get between them and poke Mercedes on the chest "You can not support your team you are out of the club and this production! I voted you but I see why it was a bad choice! Now leave and think what you want!"
She grumbled but leaves the auditorium. I turn and hold Rachel as she sobs. I look up at April and see her frowning. This is all too familiar to us both.
A conversation is going to be had that neither of us want.