AN: Hey guys! I hope you've all had a good week! This is the first part of the third chapter, I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a review to let me know what you thought.
I'm also curious to know what you guys feel about this way of showing who is singing. I've bolded for one character, put italics on another, etc. that's all so I don't have to fill in the names every time they sing. What do you guys think? Does that work, or should I put their names first instead? Let me know in a review!
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Song list:
Times are hard for dreamers (pop version) - Amélia the Musical
What is this feeling - Wicked
The Other Side - The Greatest Showman
My lullaby - Maria Mena
They say times are hard for dreamers
But they won't be hard for me
I've saved up everything I know
To take that step beyond the lawn
Keep walking till I see the station
And then see it go
Iris stood alone in front of the glee club, awkwardly still. Of the nine people in the room, about half looked mildly interested, two looked ecstatic and the rest either weren't paying attention or looked actively disinterested. Brielle, one of the ecstatic faces, was giving her best showmom smile, a face Iris recognised from the ballet recitals the class they taught performed.
Inside the train, up through the glass
My finger tracing
All of these towns I've never heard of racing past
Off the train in Paris, half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
The city's waking up for me!
A sign says an apartment's vacant on the second floor!
And suddenly I hold a key
Iris had practiced the song probably a million times over the weekend to prepare for Monday. It drove her mom a little crazy, but if she was going to force Iris to join a club, then she'd just have to deal with the consequences. Iris' little sister Chloe had loved every moment of it, asking Iris to do it again and again and again, even after Iris herself was satisfied. In a way singing for Chloe had been good practice, as her little sister was a very excited and easy audience, but an audience nonetheless. Iris realised she wasn't as comfortable singing in front of teens she didn't know, as she was performing for a seven-year-old she had known since said kid was born.
I turn a lock, the rooms appear
And all it takes is one more step, and then I'm here!
Just me behind my door!
It isn't what I have, it's only what I have in store
That matters now, the past can only fade!
And everything I'll ever need is here
This is how my world gets made
They say times are hard for dreamers
And who knows, maybe they are
People seem stuck, or lost at sea!
And I might be a dreamer
But it's gotten me this far
And that is far enough for me
By the end of the song, Iris had loosened up a little. It probably had something to do with the increased amount of interested faces, Brielle miming pulling the corner of her own mouth up, or the teacher's stupidly large grin.
Look out my window there's a view, of other windows
My own museum full of paintings I look through!
Where everything is clear!
It isn't where I am, it's only where I'll go from here
That matters now
And I am not afraid!
As everything I'll ever need appears
This is how my world gets made
As soon as she was done singing Iris felt herself engulfed in a hug and the smell of a light flowery perfume.
"This is my best friend, guys," Brielle beamed, pointing to Iris. Sitting down together both girls turned their attention to Coach Elliott who welcomed Iris to the club.
"I know your performance last week didn't turn out exactly as we'd hoped," Everett began, looking at the kids who either looked away in embarrassment or anger. "But I don't think that should stop us from performing in public. The rest of the school just needs to get used to us."
"You mean get used to slushying us?" Celia asked, tilting her head to the side and staring at Everett.
"You didn't even get slushied," Brielle shot back, glaring at the cheerio.
"Well, it was close enough," Celia retorted, sending one cold look to the brunette. "I'm not waiting around for their aim to improve."
"I'm with Celia," Stella said, surprising the rest of the group. "I've only gotten slushied once and that was enough for me."
"Guys, come on," Dakota said, turning to the club. "We can't just give up because some idiots were upset we were having fun."
"Easy for you to say," Kalyani said, turning in her seat to face the blond jock. "You didn't get hit either. Besides, those idiots are your friends, of course they're going to leave you alone."
"Still, I would take a slushy in the face every day if it meant getting to do something I love," Dakota replied, looking Kalyani in the eyes.
"You sure about that, Captain America?" Celia asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Have you even been slushied?" Kalyani added.
"No," Dakota admitted after a moment of pause. Both Celia and Kalyani turned triumphantly back to Coach Elliott. "But what was that thing in your song, Iris? Times are hard for dreamers? Just because times are hard that doesn't mean we should give up."
"Exactly!" Everett said, straining to keep looking optimistic. "That's why I've arranged for us to perform at Homecoming!"
Even Dakota's face froze at the news. Homecoming meant a lot of people. It meant not only the school would be watching, but anyone in town who wanted to come. It meant his parents would be there.
"You know, now that I think about it maybe performing in front of people isn't the best idea," Dakota back-pedalled, looking at Arcelia for support, but the brunette cheerio ignored him. "Maybe we should stick to something smaller?"
"What happened to not giving up?" Stella asked, turning to the blond. "Weren't you just saying we need to perform anyway?"
"Yes, but," Dakota seemed at a loss for words.
"This could be an amazing opportunity to show everyone how fun glee club is," Everett insisted, trying to find some enthusiasm in the kids. He didn't find much. "Besides, it'll be good for you guys to get used to performing in front of crowds. And it'll be great publicity, we need more members to compete at Sectionals.
"And yes, Hazel, we do need to compete," Everett shut Hazel down before she even had time to make her case. "We'll start preparing straight away. I have an assignment for you guys. I want all of you to find songs we could do at homecoming. They should be songs about home, or your past. Songs that make you feel like you're home."
With varying degrees of enthusiasm, the club brainstormed ideas for songs. All hoping that this performance would end better than the last one.
"Coach Elliott," Iris came up to the teacher as he was packing up his things and getting ready to head out. The tiny Asian girl looked him square in the eye, demanding his attention. "You need to do a musical."
"Oh, do you want to be in the musical?" Everett grinned, finally finding some enthusiasm in the kids.
"No," Iris said, dashing all of Everett's hopes. "Well, I don't not want to be in it. I'm just saying I'm not asking for -, because I would probably be in it, I do like them -, that's just not my primary goal here." Iris took a deep breath to ground herself, before looking back at the teacher. "What I'm saying is you should do a musical to get more people to join the Glee Club."
"You think that would work?" Everett sounded skeptical. "I can barely convince you guys to perform a single song at homecoming, I'm not sure I could put on an entire show."
"Everyone is just scared of getting slushied," Iris said simply. "But when we're doing the musical we can ban slushies from the auditorium. That way we can show everyone how awesome Glee is, without risking a slushie facial."
"That's actually kind of genius," Everett admitted, the idea taking root in his mind. "I wouldn't know what to put on though, I mean, McKinley doesn't have the best track record with putting on shows."
"Leave that to me," Iris smiled. "I've got just the thing."
"I got your text, what's up?" Emilia asked just as Brielle entered the classroom. Her heart was beating a little too fast after getting the text from Brielle about an emergency tutoring session. The last time she had gotten a text like that Brielle's parents had tried to set her up with some guy from their country club. "What's the emergency?"
"We're doing a musical!" Brielle beamed as she closed the door behind her.
"Why is that an emergency?" Emilia asked, a perplexed expression on her face. She realised that she shouldn't be all too surprised, Brielle had also sent her an emergency text over the new Jimmy Choo collection.
"Because we have to audition!" Brielle practically skipped over to Emilia and grabbed her hands. Emilia hadn't seen the other girl that excited since Beyonce performed at Coachella. "Don't ask why, just say yes. But it'll look great on your college application, and we can do it together and you'll get to dance, and sing, and be fabulous!"
"You're ridiculous," Emilia laughed in spite of herself. She wrapped her arms over Brielle's shoulders, pulling the shorter girl closer. "Aren't our people supposed to be stage workers?"
"That," Brielle leaned back and held up a finger. "Is a disgusting stereotype that does neither of our talents justice."
"So its true," Emilia added in, leaning forward to plant a quick peck on Brielle's lips. The other girl leaned forward when Emilia pulled back, extending their kiss.
"Come on," Brielle said softly, holding Emilia close. "You'd be perfect in it."
"You haven't even told me what musical they're doing," Emilia said, looking at Brielle's beautiful brown eyes. She had a feeling she would not be able to refuse if Brielle asked her to join again. "Or what part I should audition for."
"Well, she's blonde, and beautiful, just like you," Brielle replied, a mischievous smile on her face. "She is very popular, and just a little bit wicked."
"You're kidding?" Emilia's eyes went wide and she leaned away form Brielle, who grinned widely. "We're doing Wicked?"
"Dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle," Emilia said, standing on the right side of the stage, facing the audience at an angle.
"My dear father," Kalyani said, mirroring Emilia's stance on the opposite end of the stage.
(Kalyani is bold, Emilia is in italics, Both means both)
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz
But of course, I'll care for Nessa
But of course, I'll rise above it
For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes
There's been some confusion for you see my roommate is...
"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe," Emilia sang her line, looking over her shoulder at Kalyani and taking the other girl in slowly.
"Blonde," Kalyani glanced quickly at Emilia before saying her line, getting a good laugh form the audience. Both girls sharply turned to face each other and walked towards each other with the beat.
What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes. Loathing!
Unadulterated loathing!
For your face
Your voice
Your clothing!
When Emilia had stormed up to Kalyani that day, Kalyani had not been expecting a duet proposal. A slap in the face maybe, a slushie definitely, but not a song request. Apparently it had something to do with their amazing hostile chemistry and their experiences over the weekend perfectly fitting a song Emilia wanted to audition for the musical with. Sharing a room with Emilia Delaney was not an experience Kalyani cared to repeat, but being on Emilia's bad side for refusing her was also not an experience she cared to repeat. So Kalyani accepted.
Let's just say—I loathe it all!
Every little trait however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing!
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure, so strong!
Though I do admit, it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long
As the two girls turned away from each other a mob of cheerleaders and jocks that Emilia had recruited flocked around the blonde to sing to her. Kalyani still had no idea how the head cheerleader got all of them to join their number, but apparently that was the kind of pull Emilia had. Some of them fell to their knees around the blonde, others made a circle around her. All stared adoringly at her, and glared at Kalyani at appropriate times.
(Ordinary means the other students)
Dear Glinda, you are just too good!
How do you stand it, I don't think I could
She's a terror
She's a Tartar
We don't mean to show a bias but Glinda, you're a martyr!
Well, these things are sent to try us...
After Emilia sang, her posse got to their feet and made a wall between the two girls. When Emilia walked forward they parted for her like the red sea and she walked back up to Kalyani.
Poor Glinda, forced to reside
With someone so disgusticified
We just want to tell you, we're all on your side!
We share your...
The other students danced around Emilia and Kalyani who circled each other as they sang. Despite their dislike for each other, both girls had to admit they sounded good. As the song neared an end, they were both fighting smiles.
What is this feeling Loathing!
So sudden and new? Unadulterated loathing!
I felt the moment For her face, her voice
I laid eyes on you Her clothing
My pulse is rushing Let's just say
My head is reeling We loathe it all!
Oh, what is this feeling?! Every little trait, however small
Does it have a name? Makes our very flesh
Yes... Begin to crawl
Ahhh Ahhh
Loathing! Loathing!
There's a strange exhilaration Loathing!
In such total detestation Loathing!
It's so pure, so strong! So strong!
Though I do admit, it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last!
And I will be loathing! Loathing!
For forever, loathing Loathing!
Truly deeply, loathing you Loathing you!
My whole life long! Loathing, unadulterated loathing!
"BOO!" Kalyani turned around and grabbed Emilia's shoulders at the end, but instead of jumping like she was supposed to the other girl lifted a hand.
"Don't try it," Emilia glared at Kalyani, but a smile was already spreading across her face. The auditorium burst into applause and the two girls on stage bowed and clapped for their backup dancers.
"That was amazing girls!" Everett leaned into the microphone. "You both want to be in the musical and Glee club, right?"
"No, I'm good with just Glee," Kalyani said, shaking her head.
"How about you?" Everett asked the blonde, who looked conflicted for a second. Emilia's plan had been to just do the musical, because of how good it would look good on her college application. She hadn't thought that she would be offered a spot in Glee Club too. She was about to say no, thinking of how the club had been slushied after their performance. Then she caught a glimpse of Brielle's face in the audience. The hope in her eyes.
"Sure," Emilia said, shrugging. "I'll do both."
Emilia didn't see the confused faces of the jocks and cheerleaders behind her, but she did see the bright smile on Brielle's face, and that was enough.
"Okay, so what's everyone doing for the assignment?" Brielle asked, sitting down with the other Glee kids for lunch. They had decided to eat lunch together to discuss songs they could do for homecoming, meaning Brielle and Iris' usual table was very crowded. Brielle felt almost lucky that Arcelia and Emilia had declined the invitation and were sitting at their usual table with the other jocks and cheerios.
"You should do 'My parents don't know I'm gay, even though everyone else knows'", Iris quipped from Brielle's right.
"By Panic! at the disco?" Brielle asked, laughing at her friend.
"By Panic! at the disco," Iris confirmed with a laugh. A few of the others laughed with them, while Stella looked a little confused. Brielle patted her hand and assured her it had been a joke.
"No, obviously that's not what I'm doing," Brielle looked at the other Glee clubbers. "I'm doing 'Stacey's mom' as a tribute to the ever-magnificent Jessica Phan A.K.A Iris' mom."
Iris rolled her eyes at her friend and stabbed a tater tot with her fork.
"For real though, what are you guys thinking?" Brielle turned to the rest of the club.
"Small town kid," Dakota said, shrugging.
"Malibu," Stella said, earning herself a few strange looks. "What? He said it was about the feeling of home, not the actual place."
"I'm already there," Winchester said, looking self-consciously away. "My dad was gone a lot when I was little, but I used to sing this song with my cousin and it always made me feel better."
"What about you, Katrina?" Dakota asked, turning everyone's attention to the freshman.
"Oh, I was just thinking I'd do 'the best day'," Katrina said, smiling and shrugging.
"Hm, didn't have you pegged as a Swiftie kind of girl," Brielle smiled.
"I'm not, it's just that one song," Katrina said. "It's pretty much exactly my childhood, so I figured why not."
"That's nice," Kalyani smiled at her. "By the way, Dakota, do you have a second?"
"Uhm, sure," Dakota said and followed her out of the cafeteria. He shrugged to Brielle when she gave him a quizzical look.
"There's a kid you should talk to if you want more people to join Glee," Kalyani said when they were out of the cafeteria. "He was totally digging it when we were singing the other day."
"Lots of people were digging it," Dakota said, ignoring Kalyani's raised eyebrow. "Why do you want that kid?"
"He doesn't look like he has friends," Kalyani replied. "So he'll be easy pickings. Just tell him about how he'll belong in Glee club."
"Why don't you tell him?" Dakota asked. "Why does it have to be me? Why can't you talk to him?"
"Because he'd know I just feel bad for him," Kalyani said. "Look, I wouldn't want to join a club that only wanted me to join because they pitied me, and I'm sure this kid won't either."
"Good point," Dakota agreed. "Okay, so how do I find this friendless kid?"
Kalyani explained what he looked like and started heading back to the cafeteria with Dakota when she tapped him on the shoulder and stopped.
"And maybe don't wear that," Kalyani tugged on Dakota's letterman jacket.
"Why not?" Dakota asked, figuring being asked by someone on the football team would make the invitation more appealing.
"Because people wearing those throw him in the dumpster every day."
"Hey, Bai?" Dakota said as he and Tobias were getting ready for football practice. They tended to get ready before everyone else, to be the first ones out. It usually meant that they were alone in the locker room for a while before the rest of the team got there. "I've been thinking about glee club again."
"Yeah?" Tobias said, taking in a deep breath and holding it. Dakota knew the taller boy already knew where this conversation was heading. It wasn't like he hadn't talked about it before.
"I really think you should join," Dakota said, turning fully to his friend. Tobias let out the breath he'd been holding and pulled his jersey over his head. "Its really fun-"
"Getting slushied is fun?"
"You heard about that," Dakota said, biting his lower lip.
"I saw it," Tobias corrected.
"Then you saw that I didn't actually get hit," Dakota smiled, finding his footing again. "Look, I know that didn't look too good, but it's really fun and we need more guys. I think if we got more popular guys to join, glee club could be cool again. We could make Glee club cool again."
"Please don't say make Glee Club great again," Bai laughed at his friend and pulled his shoulder pads out of his locker. "I get that it's important to you, I just can't join."
Spotting Frank Foster was easier than Dakota has expected. Kalyani had told him to look for a kid with headphones who looked ready for a "teen boy" stockphoto photoshoot. Something about the graphic tee and hoodie made him look like the quintessential teenager. When Dakota got closer he realised to his disappointment that the other guy was taller than he was.
"Hey," Dakota said as he approached the brunet boy, giving him his best golden boy smile. At first Dakota didn't understand why the boy looked frightened when he approached, then he remembered Kalyani had mentioned something about the boy and dumpsters. So approaching him in the parking lot next to the dumpsters probably hadn't been Dakota's best idea. At least he had remembered to leave his letterman jacket behind. "I'm Dakota, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"I'm Frank and I'm sorry, but I don't want to join your church," the other boy smiled meekly and hurried off towards the school entrance. The boy was surprisingly quick, but Dakota was determined.
"It's not about church," he reassured, catching up to the other boy again. "It's about Glee Club."
"Glee club?"
"Glee club," Dakota confirmed, smiling as they entered the school building. "I think you should audition for Glee club."
"I'm sorry, I just don't want to join a club that holds hands and sings Kumbaya," Frank said, still trying to walk away from the blond.
"You don't have to sing Kumbaya," Dakota protested. "Or hold hands, unless you want to. Look, Glee needs more people, especially guys and it's all about community and stuff, it's a really good group of people."
"Then why me?" Frank asked, stopping to look at Dakota. Unfortunately Dakota hadn't anticipated that they would get that far, he had planned a detailed list of perks of joining the club. He hadn't figured out why this particular kid would be a good addition to the club. Saying that one of the girls in the club had seen him thrown in the dumpsters and wanted to help didn't feel like the right thing to say either. "You don't know me."
"Ask not what you can do for your Glee club," Dakota improvised. "But what your Glee club can do for you."
Frank had started walking down the hallway again, leaving Dakota to jog to keep up with him.
"I get that Glee club might not feel like it's your thing," Dakota said, falling into step beside the other boy. "But it's a lot of fun and it can totally make you see the other side of things."
Following the other boy Dakota threw an arm around him to keep him from running off. Getting to his locker Frank bent under Dakota's arm and opened the door to put his books inside. Dakota wasn't giving up, but kept going even when he could tell the other boy was trying his best to ignore him.
(Dakota is in italics, Tobias is bold, Frank is underlined)
Right here, right now
I put the offer out
I don't want to chase you down
I know you see it
You run with me
And I can cut you free
Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in
So trade that typical for something colorful
And if it's crazy, live a little crazy
You can play it sensible, a king of conventional
Or you can risk it all and see
Slamming Tobias' locker in the boys' locker room shut, he addressed the taller boy who yanked the door back open and threw his t-shirt in. Dakota congratulated himself on choosing a location where Tobias' couldn't just walk away from him without hearing him out first. Tobias didn't seem to be listening, but Dakota knew Bai couldn't turn a deaf ear to him. Jumping unto the bench in between the lockers Dakota tried to get more of Bai's attention by dancing.
Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play
'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride
It'll take you to the other side
'Cause you can do like you do
Or you can do like me
Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key
Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly
It'll take you to the other side
Turning to Dakota and shoving Dakota's shoulder pads into his arms and slamming his own locker shut, Tobias turned towards the door. Dakota jumped down off the bench, to hear the other boy out.
Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in
Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen
So thanks, but no
I think I'm good to go
'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in
After getting everything from his locker Frank tried to escape Dakota again by walking quickly off towards his next class. Unfortunately for him, the blond wasn't about to give up that easily.
Now I admire you, and that whole show you do
You're onto something, really it's something
But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells
I'll have to leave that up to you
Before leaving the locker room Bai turned back to Dakota who was still putting his shoulder pads on. Walking back towards the shorter boy Tobias looked even taller than usual. Dakota supposed it had something to do with the enormous hard plastic shoulder pads he was wearing. At one point Tobias imitated Dakota's dance, with exaggerated jazz hands. Dakota had to admit he might have looked silly doing that same thing on the bench.
Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play
'Cause I got what I need and I don't want to take the ride
I don't need to see the other side
So go and do like you do
I'm good to do like me
Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key
Oh, damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine
I don't need to see the other side
As Tobias turned to leave yet again, he was stopped in his tracks by Dakota. The blond was leaning against the lockers in a faux-casual manner. With his arms crossed over his chest, he pushed slowly off the lockers and stepped closer to the other boy.
Now is this really how you like to spend your days?
Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays
If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town
Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns
But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little
Just let me give you the freedom to dream
And it'll wake you up and cure your aching
Take your walls and start 'em breaking
Now that's a deal that seems worth taking
But I guess I'll leave that up to you
Dakota let the last line hang in the air between him and the other boy, waiting for him to take the bait. Facing the other boy head-on and waiting for a reply Dakota saw the conflicting feelings in the taller boy's eyes. Dakota felt a triumphant grin spread on his own face when he saw curiosity get the better of Frank.
Well it's intriguing, but to go would cost me greatly
So what percentage of the show would I be taking?
Fair enough, you'd want a piece of all the action
I'd give you seven, we could shake and make it happen
I wasn't born this morning, eighteen would be just fine
Why not just go ahead and ask for nickels on the dime
Fifteen
I'd do eight
Twelve
Maybe nine
Ten
Later that day Frank and Dakota found themselves in the auditorium, dancing on the benches. Dakota had made up some simple choreography for Frank's audition. Dakota caught sight of Kalyani giving him a double thumbs-up when he walked in with Frank trailing behind him.
Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play
'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride
To the other side
So if you do like I do
So if you do like me
Forget the cage, 'cause we know how to make the key
Oh, damn! Suddenly we're free to fly
We're going to the other side
So if you do like I do
(To the other side)
So if you do like me
(We're going to the other side)
'Cause if we do we're going to the other side
We're going to the other side
"Great job, guys!" Everett said, applauding with the rest of the auditorium. "Welcome to the other side, Frank!"
No one in the club noticed that Tobias had been standing in the back of the auditorium watching the whole thing.
Iris was heading back into the auditorium to get the bag she had left there, when she heard someone singing. She closed the door behind her, trying her best not to disturb the singer. The girl was sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage, her back to the audience. She was wearing a beanie inside, so Iris didn't need to go any closer to know it was Katrina.
Mom, please tell me what to do,
I'm so disappointed in you
You said those words that made me cry,
And you always wondered why
Why I sing my lullaby
Iris' chest felt hollow listening to Katrina singing. She felt like she was intruding on a very personal moment, but she couldn't look away. The vulnerability was captivating.
Mom, please hurry home to me,
I waited up so patiently
You sit down and you start to cry,
But you never ask me why
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Was it my fault they lead you in the wrong direction?
Was it my fault they didn't show you any affection?
I show you when I start to cry
Still you always wonder why
Why I sing my lullaby
Iris didn't know the song, but it wasn't Taylor Swift, that was for sure. Katrina cut a lonely figure on the large stage. She looked very young and fragile, even from behind.
Mom, why love me if you're cold
You'll just get bitter then grow old
Ask me when I start to weep
Then I'll tell you in my sleep
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby
Before Katrina finished the song, Iris rushed to grab her bag from one of the seats, trying her best not to disturb the other girl. She didn't feel the need to have a conversation about eavesdropping on someone's intimate singing sessions. As Katrina's song came to an end, Iris slipped out of the auditorium, unheard.
AN: I hope you enjoyed that! So what did you think of the chapter? What did you think of that way of showing who is singing? Let me know in a review!