Disclaimer: If I actually owned Glee I would most likely be extremely rich, and would be able to afford to go see Boston Bruins against the New York Rangers. But I don't, so I can't.
Author's Note: I am so extremely sorry that I haven't updated in so long. What has it been, like 7 months? I am so sorry, and I can assure you that it won't happen again, at least not for 7 months, and without a warning. Why I haven't updated in so long doesn't come down to just one thing, it comes down to multiple reasons. For example, this year I've been trying to focus a lot more on school, my grandfather recently passed away, I joined the basketball team, and just a lot of other stuff has recently come up. But I am back now, and if anyone is still here I hope that you'll stick by me. I'm not sure how this chapter will be, but if it sucks I'm sorry, and it's probably just because this is my transition back into the story. It's a little similar to the last chapter, but only in the way that somebody sticks up for somebody else. That's about it.
Oh, and one thing I think I should mention is my characterization of Holly. Nobody has mentioned it yet, and I don't know if anybody will, but I'm aware that Holly isn't exactly like how she was in Glee. In this story I still intend on keeping her upbeat and chipper, but I think that seven years is a long time, and that time can certainly change a person. And now on with the story…..
"You honestly thought that I would want to be friends with you? You?" The cheerio sneered, laughing hysterically with disgust lacing each and every one of her words, as she looked at her like she was no better than the week old gum stuck to the bottom of her white sneakers. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
Tyler looked down at herself absentmindedly playing with the hem on her black tank top, willing herself to just open her mouth. Willing herself to stand up for herself. Wiling herself just to speak.
It's not like she was a poor defenceless damsel in distress who desperately needed a man to swoop in and save her. It's not like she was the stereotypical geek who had no friends, and pretended she was fine when in reality it was just a big mask she was wearing to protect herself from being hurt. It's not like she was weak, because she wasn't. She was taught not to be. She could handle the insults and the taunts perfectly fine by herself. In fact she stood up for herself a lot more than most people did. Tyler didn't let people stand there and criticize her or what she loved without getting a few words in first.
But as she stood there watching the pretty blonde cheerleader mock her for being so gullible, she just couldn't open her mouth. She stood there with a lump the size of a tennis ball in her throat, dripping head to toe in red slush. But in reality the worst of it all wasn't the red ice staining her new outfit, or the corn syrup dripping slowly into her eyes, but instead was the humiliation. Nothing that had happened to her since she started high school could compare to what she was feeling now.
From the very start she knew something was going on, because why else would Kenzie Harrison, cheerio, want to sit with her at lunch? But the blonde haired green eyed cheerio plopped down on the seat right across from her, and graced her with a bright smile, and suddenly her entire resolve crumbled away. As they sat there talking and laughing about everything and anything, there was always the unsettling feeling at the pit of her stomach that told her that something wasn't right, and told her to run before it was too late. But the sound of Kenzie's angelic laugh, giggling over a comment that Tyler made that she didn't even intend to be funny, was all that it took for the feeling to be suppressed once again. Then Lunch period was over, and Kenzie grabbed her hand, and whispered in her ear that she had something for her new friend. A million thoughts had raced through Tyler's head of what it could be, and what it could mean. Not one of those thoughts warned her of an impending red slushy to her face, and the feeling of humiliation seeping into her every pore.
"I think that I might be a witch, because some supernatural force must have been working with me to make you believe that bucket of horse shit so quickly. Unless you really are more idiotic than you look, which I didn't think was possible."
Tyler hastily turned around refusing to let Kenzie, or any of the other jocks and cheerios, see her nonchalant façade disappear, and let them know that they had finally gotten to her.
She was seconds away from forcing her way through the crowd, with her head hung low, making a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom where some solace was offered in the isolation, when the voice of her best friend chimed in her ears. "You know Kenzie if you replaced that w with a b, you might actually have an accurate description of yourself."
The cheerio let out a predatory growl, as she twisted around to face the 5'7 boy. "What the hell did you just say to me JT?"
"I'm just saying that maybe if you closed your legs once in a while, people would respect you a little bit more, and you wouldn't have to intimidate others into liking you. You do know you're not a drive-thru right?" he replied calmly, before taking three long strides and wrapping his large arms around Tyler. He sighed when he felt the slight tremble of her body against his, automatically knowing that he needed to get her out of there, before things got worse.
He looked back at Kenzie soon enough to see an unfamiliar emotion flash through her eyes, before her thin pink lips were set back into a line once again. "How would you know that butt pirate? You haven't had a single girlfriend since you came to high school, have something to tell us?" she mocked, jabbing her finger into his chest.
"Great job Nancy Drew you cracked the case!" JT muttered sarcastically. "When did you get so clever?"
"Why don't you take your blatant homosexuality and stupidity, stuff them up your ass, and use your big ears to fly back to wherever they are breeding your kind?"
"Blatant? What a big word! Mommy dearest must be so proud of you," JT bit out, flipping her the bird, before gently ushering Tyler through the crowd. This wasn't the first time that he had found a cheerleader degrading her in front of the entire hallway, and he was sure that it wouldn't be the last.
He had always disliked the cheerleaders and the other jocks in their school, always floating around like they were some sort of superior race, berating people because they were a little bit different from the social norm. So, when Coach Bieste first approached him regarding joining the Football team he was hesitant, because despite loving the sport, he vowed to never let himself become one of the typical high school stereotypes. He wanted to be different, and by joining the Football team he was pretty much resigning to conformity.
But eventually he had agreed, with the persistent persuading from the Coach, and the unwavering support of Tyler, finally forcing him to join. It wasn't nearly as bad as he imagined it would be, and he didn't find himself itching to rearrange every Football player's face every second, instead managing to arrange some sort of understanding with the players during practice and games. And he didn't find himself changing into somebody he swore to himself he would never be, which was what he was most worried about.
However, despite his "understanding" with the players during games and practices, the majority of them still managed to piss him off during every other hour of the day, and he refused to sit by and watch as they tore down his best friend.
As his right hand reached out to swing open the door to the girl's bathroom, his eyes blurred for a second, and when he blinked to regain his vision, he realized that the blonde cheerio had pressed him up against the wall, grinding her elbow down into his throat. His breath came out in a hiss, as he steadily gripped her arm, and forced it out of his windpipe.
"You better watch what you say to me Jackson," Kenzie hissed into his ear, her hand moving to dig her fingernails into his back, her green eyes flashing with anger.
"Harrison! Get your ass over here now."
Kenzie gritted her teeth. "Fuck that. You should have heard what this asshole said to me," she snarled back to the girl at the end of the hallway.
"I could care less of what he said to you. Now get your ass over here now. Don't make me say it again."
JT continued to stare at Kenzie, not even trying to rid himself of her grasp, and waited patiently until she inevitably released her clutch on him, and begrudgingly sauntered back down the hallway. When she finally reached the Asian girl standing near the water fountain, with the big C plastered on her uniform, she scowled. "I hate you Amber."
"It's sweet that you think I care."
Sawyer shook his head as the crowd began to diffuse following Amber's and Kenzie's departure, and was finally able to reach his locker that had been blocked throughout the whole spectacle. The entire time that he had been stuck listening to the fight between JT and Kenzie, he felt himself growing more and more agitated. He had never liked bullies, or people that pitied themselves, but he was stuck there listening to both, because the bell was about to ring soon, and he couldn't leave without his gym strip.
After forcing his backpack into his locker, and gripping the black duffel bag in his hands, he felt tiny vibrations coming from inside of his pocket. Quickly slamming his locker door shut, he opened his new text message as he began to lightly jog down the stairs.
"Hey Sawyer! Bryan and Kayden r both going 2 sleepovers 2night and your dad is takin Maya 2 work 4 the day. Just me and you 2night, do u want me 2 pick up some movies or sumthin? :D"
Pressing the reply button, Sawyer typed out a message and pressed send, before turning it off and placing it back into his front pocket.
"No thanks. Got a date tonight."
He silently wished that Kayla would just stop. Ever since she and his dad got together, she's been making constant attempts to spend time with him to "bond", and has been using whatever event she can to try and persuade him to spend time with her. Whether it be because Kayden had a bake sale the next day, and she had nobody else to help her, or it was his birthday and she insisted that they do something special as a family.
Sawyer didn't have a date tonight—he hasn't had one in awhile that wasn't actually an ill-disguised booty call—he just didn't want to sit on the couch watching some movie that she thinks he likes (ie. Avatar), that in reality he can't stand, as she awkwardly tries to ask him questions about his life. Did he have a girlfriend? How was his band going? Did the Football team win their last game?
She was trying to become the female figure in his life, the one that he would feel he could talk to about anything, the one that could make him smile and laugh even on his worst days. But she wasn't his mother, and she wasn't ever going to be his mother, and he wishes that she would just realize this, so he wouldn't have to pretend to like her, and make up excuses every time she offers to do something with him.
When the warning bell rang there was still two flights of stairs between him and the gymnasium, and he knew that if he was late again Tanaka would flip his shit. Dude had been on edge lately ever since him and Bieste started fighting.
Sawyer picked up his pace, as he continued to think about what he would actually be doing tonight, since he clearly couldn't go home now. However, somewhere between eliminating band practice as a possibility and considering calling up the red haired cheerio who had hit on him today, he missed a step and his foot met air. As he began to tumble down the stairs, his body bent at unfortunate angles, and after several more seconds Sawyer finally came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.
Groaning, Sawyer forced his eyes open as he propped himself up onto his elbows, and slowly he picked himself up off the floor with the help of an unfamiliar hand that was extended to him. Almost instantly he began to exercise each of his muscles, and to his surprise nothing was broken, or sprained, and aside from a few bruises on his stomach, it was almost like nothing had even happened.
Sawyer was so caught up with his assessment of his injuries that he failed to notice the hand still lingering on his shoulder, and the soft voice in his ear asking him if he was alright.
He turned to his right to see a pair of russet brown eyes with specks of gold staring worriedly back at him, still holding her hand in its previous place. Suddenly he was unaware of the five other people watching him, as his throat went dry, and he felt himself scrambling for something to say as he continued to stare mesmerized by the girl in front of him.
"I'm just a bit clumsy," Was the only thing Sawyer managed to come up with after another five minutes of awkward silence, and almost immediately after the words left his mouth, he was slapping himself in the face. Not only was he stating the obvious, but his voice came out in a painfully high pitch squeak.
'Smooth Sawyer, real smooth.'
The girl laughed, finally taking her hand off of Sawyer's shoulder. "Yeah I can see that. You did just fall down two flights of stairs."
Sawyer grinned at the beautiful sound that just escaped the girl's coral pink lips. "Not my finest moment. But it did result in me talking to you, so I wouldn't say it was my worst either."
"Well as flattered as I am that I could be of some assistance, I have to get to Forensic Evidence with Kehler, and god knows that if I miss that she can make my death look like an accident," she said, grabbing her book bag, and walking off down the hallway.
Sawyer continued to stare after her, watching as the black flowing dress she wore swished at her ankles, as she rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of vision.
'Who was that?'
At that very moment another hand was placed on his shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts once again. But instead of the soft gentle touch that had been on his shoulder not even moments before, this touch was firmer and sterner. Sawyer twisted his head around, and grunted when he was met with the sight of the brunette adult standing in the plain white uniform.
Shit.
Tanaka was going to kill him.
"You know we could join if you wanted to?"
Tyler casted her eyes towards the floor, intently retracing each nook and cranny of the white and red tiles, as JT came to stand beside her. He opened his mouth to say something, but then instantly closed it again when he saw the subtle shake of Tyler's head.
"Jack you know I can't."
JT let out a sigh of exhaustion, and rolled his eyes. "You can't or you won't? Because correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you just spend the last fifteen minutes staring at the Glee trophies?" he asked, gesturing towards the two giant National trophies standing side by side, surrounded the by the smaller Regionals and Sectionals trophies. "Tyler you are so talented, and I know you know it, and I know that you've always wanted to join Glee. And now that Glee's finally got proper supervision, you don't want to?"
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"The world's a terrifying place, and there's always going to be those assholes and bitches that tear you down for nothing more than a good quick laugh, and their own enjoyment. But there's nothing we can do to change that, because bitches be crazy," he mocked in a high pitch voice, bringing his hand out to flip his dirty blonde hair. He grinned when a small smile broke out on Tyler's face. "What I want to know is what happened to my best friend? One of the best things about you was that you always stood up for yourself. You stood up for what you believed in. And this person in front of me, the one that's too scared to audition because of the ignorant bastards in this school, is not my best friend."
The tall blonde haired boy held out his hand. "But school's over, and if you come with me, we can go find the real Tyler Anderson."
Tyler let out a small laugh, as she placed her hand in the much larger hand of her best friend, and let him drag her off towards the direction of the choir room.
'Tanaka is an asshole.'
After his unfortunate but albeit expected trip to the nurse's office, he ended up missing the first half of the P.E. period. The nurse-he didn't bother with her name after she practically dragged him down to the nurse's office—refused to recognize the obvious fact that he was indeed fine, and had no broken bones, and insisted on keeping him there for 25 minutes doing nothing more than asking him if this hurt or that hurt. Even after he told her that nothing hurt, she wouldn't back off until she had finished her entire chart.
When he finally managed to get to the gymnasium, Tanaka all but chewed his head off, and started screaming at him for being late, and having certain responsibilities as a student. It didn't take him long to realize that half the shit Tanaka was screaming about didn't even apply to the situation (not being man enough to please your woman?), and that today his panties were even more twisted than usual. Which meant that instead of a nurse's note saying that he fell down two flights of stairs getting him off the hook, he had to run twice as much laps as he missed (which was already 40).
By the time that he had finally finished (ended up having to do another 10), he was sweating like crazy and his gym shorts were riding up uncomfortably every second step. Fingering Tanaka to his face, he ignored the huff of frustration he let out, as Sawyer opened the door to the boys changing room, took all of his clothes off, and stood under the shower cap as the hot water poured down onto him.
"Let me know that I've done wrong, when I've known this all along. I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you," Sawyer sings as he reaches for the shampoo, squeezing the bottle on top of his head until a whole white glob comes out.
"Tell me all that you've thrown away, find out games you don't wanna play. You are the only one that needs to know. I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret. My dirty little secret."
Sawyer got lost in the music, feeling the rhythm and the beat course through his veins, as he hit each and every note. And despite his occasional lack of coordination, he managed to do relatively simple dance moves, all while showering.
He was so lost in the music that he didn't hear the shower curtains being quickly yanked open, and the girl behind him watching him with a smirk plastered on her face. When she noticed that Sawyer still wasn't aware of her presence, as he sang and danced around in the nude, she decided to join in with him in the next verse.
"Who has to know, when we—"
"Shit!" Sawyer screamed, dropping the soap that he had just been using as a microphone, and tugging the curtain closed, just for the girl to tug it right back open again.
She laughed as he desperately tried to cover himself. "Oh calm the fuck down Wright. I'm a lesbian and I've seen a lot worse, you're not exactly inadequate."
"What the fuck are you doing in here Ramirez? This is the men's changing room," Sawyer shouted.
"I'd hardly call you guys' men if what I've seen is anything to go by. Maybe boys or children are more appropriate terms. It's times like these that I find myself proud to be a gold star lesbian," Hayley cast her eyes downwards, before meeting his eyes again.
"Why the hell are you in here?" Sawyer snarled out again, turning to face the wall.
"Oh don't get your panties in a twist. I was just in here rigging the shower caps to spray out lime slushy for tomorrow's early morning Football practice. The Football asshats have really been dancin' on my last nerve. So, word to the wise, skip the shower tomorrow," she chuckled as Sawyer continued to stare at her blankly. "You know for somebody that's got a reputation for being a badass, you sure are insecure about Sawyer Jr. Don't worry, I'm sure when you hit puberty he'll grow."
"Get out," he snapped.
"Not until you agree to join Glee," she retorted back, all traces of a smirk gone, her gaze uncompromising. At his look of confusion, she began to clarify. "I heard your voice when I was rigging the shower right across from yours, and dude you've got the fucking talent. Just from that little naked vocal show I could tell that you can bring it in both registers, and bitch have you looked in the mirror lately? For the New Directions to thrive we need our very own heart-throb, and as much talent as Ricky has his gayness doesn't exactly result in him being a panty dropper."
"No offence Hurricane Hayley, but I highly doubt Glee will do wonders for my reputation," he responded, tensing slightly when Hayley took another step towards him.
"Do you know what? Glee opened about two weeks ago, and currently we only have five members, so we can't even hold a practice until we have at least eight, and as sad as it may sound this shit affects my future, and I'll be damned if I let a wanna be Zac Brown who disturbingly looks like a meekrat, stand in my way," she stressed to the blonde. "Not to mention the fact that before you even noticed me, I was standing here for a good five minutes, which was more than enough time to snap a picture of your naughty bits. And I'm currently in Media Arts, and we are learning the fine practice of photo shop. I can make your thing look like a crimpled up banana if I wanted to."
Sawyer stood there silently contemplating, trying to figure out if it was a bluff or not. But as he stared into the swirling hazel eyes, holding a look that could be described as nothing less than murderous, he ultimately resigned.
"Fine. Just get out."
"I understand Miss Holliday, but the reality of situation is that if you don't get at least twelve members by the end of this week, and may I remind you that it is already Tuesday, I will be forced to disband you, and give your funding to the Cheerios," Figgins informed the blonde teacher sitting across from him.
Holly shook her head furiously, remembering the five students already signed up for glee club. Yes, it may have been two weeks since she came to McKinley and taken over the glee club, and yes she may have only gained five members in that time, but each and every one of the members was special in their own way. Each kid that had signed up was talented, and had a dream, and somewhere in their lives Glee just fit like the missing piece of a puzzle.
They were all perfection in their own right, and could sing like it was nobody's business. And Holly was positive that she could find another seven students with just as much talent, with just a little more time. But here Figgins was telling her that she was almost out of time.
"Figgins. Please. You should see the kids that I have in that club already, they make magic with their throats, but do you know what each one of them mentioned?" she asked, not waiting for his response before answering her own question. "How joining was going to kill their reputation, or it was going to taint them even more. Hayley might've actually said something about how if anybody wanted to mess with her they could kiss her…but that's not the point! The point is that status is still so important to these kids, and eventually they will see that it isn't everything, but you can't rush those epiphanies. Not to mention the fact that the Cheerios already have more funding than all of the arts programs combined."
"I'm sorry Miss Holliday but I have no choice in the matter. William faced the same dilemma, and now so do you," Figgins calmly stated. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to phone my wife."
Holly sighed in aggravation, roughly forcing a hand through her hair, as she walked out of his office and began her walk back to the choir room, where there would be no one waiting. Again.
But as she was half way down the hallway, just rounding the corner of the library, she felt a small object make contact with the side of her head, followed by another small object, followed by another. Soon they began to increase in force, and she started to run as the small objects continued to be pelted at her.
Somewhere along the way, Holly made the mistake of looking back, and the small narrow bullet hit her square in the eye. There standing at the end of the hallway was a throng of cheerios, each holding a nerf blaster gun, shooting at her as Sue called out various military commands.
When she finally reached the door of the choir room she threw herself in, and inhaled as she tried to catch her breath. But then almost immediately her breath was taken away again.
Because there by the piano stood two students, holding a CD in their hands.
"Hello, my name is Tyler Anderson, and this is my best friend JT Palmer, and we were wondering if we could audition," Tyler smiled, before looking again at the teacher's dishevelled appearance. "Unless now's not a good time…."
"I thought you'd never ask. Just go put your CD in my crap stereo, and begin whenever you're ready," Holly said, grabbing her water bottle off of the piano and taking a drink.
Tyler nodded, pushing the CD into the stereo, before turning towards Holly. "I'll be singing Super Bass by Nicki Minaj."
This one is for the boys with the boomer system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a muthaf-kin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe
Holly grinned as she watched the small Freshman bop around the stage, rapping along with the words, and even improvised a bit of choreography. And even though her dancing wasn't the best she had ever seen, Holly had to admit that it was pretty good.
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Boom
Yeah that's that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass
Holly clapped loudly, and let out a loud whistle. Tyler didn't have a strong, powerhouse voice that she already knew was possessed on her team, but she had this certain aspect to her voice that was unique and special in its own respect. "That was really great Tyler! Welcome to the New Directions," Holly smiled giving her a thumbs up, before turning her attention to the boy watching Tyler with a proud look on his face. "What about you? Are you ready to audition?"
JT directed a smile towards Holly, before picking up the guitar resting by the chairs, ignoring the stereo all together. As he began to strum the first few chords of the song, he felt everything melt away.
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causing mayhem
When I say 'em or do something I do it, I don't give a damn
What you think, I'm doing this for me, so frick the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stopping me
I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's still shit'n
Whether he's on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shit's his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a frick you for christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and frick the universe
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road.
Holly tucked her head down for a moment, dragging her hand across her cheeks to try to keep the tears at bay. She doesn't even know why she's crying right now, because she has heard that exact song sung thousands of times but not once did the lyrics impact her as much as they did when they came out of JT's mouth, and he only sang half of it.
She slaps her hands together once again, and turns to him with an appreciative look on her face. "Thank you for auditioning, and we'd be lucky to have you."
Holly watches the grin slowly spread out across his face, and watches Tyler jump out in front of him and hold her hand up for a high five. She gets captivated by the moment transpiring between the two friends, and finds herself thinking back to the original glee members and Will, and how she can only hope that they can form a bond like they had.
But as she's standing up, excusing herself once again, getting ready to head out the door and sit through another uncomfortable dinner with her mother and father, she hears voices coming from outside the choir room door.
"Get your ass in there now."
"No. The only reason you wanted me was because you needed a heart-throb, by the sound of it you've found one. Now let me go."
"Dude, I'd recognize that voice anywhere, and clearly it is JT. And while JT is a pretty chill dude, he doesn't have the same sex appeal as you do. Girls get turned on if you even walk into the room."
"Why can't you just let me go?"
"Because we still need more members, and I swear to god if you don't get your skinny white ass in there right now, I will make your thing look like a shrivelled up prune."
"Fuck you."
"You never will. I'm gay remember?"
Holly and the other two students observed as Sawyer Wright stormed into the room scowling, as Hayley followed in after him casually texting.
"Yo Malibu Barbie, Judd Nelson wants to audition," Hayley told her, before taking a seat next to the piano.
Sawyer grimaced. "Yeah, I want to join, because I just adore sitting around in a stuffy room sitting on a plastic chair, as people sing about how crappy and awful their lives truly are, because they broke a nail, or they just got dumped by their boyfriend," he exclaimed as his face lit up with fake excitement.
"See? Dude's totally into this shit."
Sawyer shook his head, and opened his mouth to protest to this arrangement for the seventeenth time, when he was cut off my Hayley shaking her phone at him mockingly. "My name is Sawyer Wright, and I'll be auditioning myself for your lovely club today."
Who says I can't get stoned, turn off the lights and the telephone
Me in my house alone, who says I can't get stoned
Who says I can't be free, from all of the things that I used to be
Rewrite my history, who says I can't be freeIt's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don't remember you looking any better
But then again I don't remember you
Holly made a mental note to thank Hayley later, as she listened to the boy sing effortlessly in the middle of the choir room, doing an exceptional job of hitting the low notes in the song.
Who says I can't get stoned, call up a girl that I used to know
Fake love for an hour or so, who says I can't get stoned
Who says I can't take time, meet all the girls in the county line
Wait on fate to send a sign, who says I can't take timeIt's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long night in Austin too
I don't remember you looking any better
But then again I don't remember you
As Sawyer's final note vibrated off into the distance, Holly quickly dropped her head down to write a few notes of the performance. Ever since Ellie's performance she had decided that it would be beneficial to write down the specific strengths and the certain weaknesses that she spotted in each performance. One of Sawyer's strengths was most definitely his lower register, and a natural stage presence, but she doubted whether or not he would be able to hit higher notes or keep up with choreography.
She was just finishing writing her sentence when she heard Hayley give out an indignant snort.
"You're fucking bawling again aren't ya? You must be on your fucking period because I heard you bawled over Emily's and Ricky's performance, and judgin' by the raccoon eyes you were sporting when I walked in here, one of these two caused the waterworks. And now you're cryin' over a song about gettin' high? And yet I deliver a knockout performance, complete with the emotional punch and you sat at that exact same place dry eyed? Bitch your hormones are out of whack."
"Congratulations Sawyer, you're officially in glee club," she finally managed to say, choosing not to comment on Hayley, and just ignore her.
"Yay."
Wednesday morning, Holly found herself standing in front of the main bulletin board, hanging up the Glee sign-up sheet. Pushing in the last staple, she thought about the conversation that she had with Figgins not even five minutes before.
She now had eight members, which meant she could officially hold a practice, and Figgins notified her that if she so pleased, her and her Glee club could have a performance in the school assembly on Thursday.
Now all that stood between her and Glee club being reinstated, was a piece of paper, four more names, and a performance in front of the whole school.
She can do this.
Author's Note: There! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, because I forced myself to get it down this weekend, before something else came up, and put it off longer. I'm sorry if it majorly sucked but I'm still trying to transition back into writing this story, and if this did suck I promise I will try for the next chapter to be even better.
Please please please review! I know it's been like forever since I've last updated, but if I find out you guys are still behind me on this, I'll have a fresh update for you next week.
So, this chapter was pretty much just some more introductions, and you got to see a little bit more of Hayley (who personally I love writing). There were a few hints of some characters, and if anybody figured out who the girl Sawyer was talking to was then my hat is off to you.
Next chapter will pretty much document the Glee club's first rehearsal, and maybe there preparation for the assembly, so I'll only be introducing one character, and that character is: Carson Aaronson.