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Chris groaned as he reached blindly over to his bed stand, trying to find the annoying beeping alarm clock so he could throw it against the wall. He had been up nearly all night talking to Amber, one of his best friends from Iowa, and she had thoroughly ripped him a new ass when she heard that he had turned down the offer of joining Glee. They had always wanted to actually accomplish something when they were in choir, and now that he actually had the chance to do something she would not let him screw it up. So he enlisted her help in searching for a song to sing for his audition, even helping him through the phone with his singing. She was also kind enough to e-mail him the sheet music that he promptly printed out.
So now he just had to muster up the balls to get up in front of complete strangers and risk being a total looser for the rest of his High School career. At this thought though he paused in the process of putting his glasses on, as his contacts were in the bathroom and he really needed to be able to see to get there, when was the last time he gave a rat's ass about what other people thought about him? Didn't he once wear a pink sundress to school because it was 'pink day' for homecoming? Chris shook his head as he looked around his room, boxes stacked in the corners and his desk covered with papers, they had only been there a week or so, but already he had his room the way he always did, a mess.
He stood up and wandered towards one of the boxes near his bed, pulling out a white button up shirt, a black tie and some black skinny jeans. He wanted to make an impression, so as he headed into the bathroom he glared at his reflection before deciding on brushing his hair back, tying it back in a hair tie. He made a face, quickly ripping the hair tie from his hair, the look not something that he could pull off. He sighed, settling for working on his makeup, making sure to go heavier on the eyeliner than he usually does, something that really brought out the color in his green eyes. Once he was satisfied with his makeup and he had brushed his teeth he returned to his room, stripping out of his sweat pants and into the clothes he set out.
He looked around his room, looking for his leather boots, he preferred them to his sneakers, but his sneakers were a bit more comfortable. He grabbed his messenger bag, double checking that he had his sheet music before heading up the stairs and into the kitchen, pausing to kiss his mom's cheek he headed out the door, headphones in his ears and blaring There's a Good Reason by Panic! At The Disco as he walked to school, hair falling into his eyes.
Chris was pacing back and forth outside of the Auditorium, debating on whether or not he would be able to go through with it, really he had a good voice, but the whole singing in front of people thing? Usually he had Amber by his side, singing with him, but now he was on his own and on the verge of pulling his hair out. He shook his head though and peeked into the Auditorium, currently the small club was clapping for the short brunet on stage as their teacher, and Mr. Schue from Spanish Class was standing up facing the girl. "Welcome to Glee Club!"
Chris had just closed the Auditorium door, a little louder than he expected, when everyone turned to look at him. He cleared his throat, giving a small wave. "Eh… hi."
Kurt, who was wearing some sort of stripped sweater, was grinning as he looked towards Mr. Schue. "Mr. Schue! This is Chris Brandt, I wasn't sure if he was going to show up so I didn't say anything, but he is here to audition!"
Chris slowly made his way towards the front, where the others were, gripping his bag tightly as he noticed all of the strange looks he was getting. He wasn't sure if it was just because of him appearing so suddenly, or just his strange attire, though he figured it was the former as they should be used to strange clothes, being around Kurt so much.
"Well, welcome Chris! Do you have a song picked out then?" Chris looked at Mr. Schue, raising an eyebrow as he held back a sarcastic comment.
"Yes, actually." He made his way up to the stage, stopping by the piano to hand the guy his sheet music, dropping his bag as well. "It might be a little rough, because I only had a night to practice, but as its one of my favorite songs I think I'll manage."
He turned to look over the Club, glad that his hair hid most of his face as he approached the microphone, recoiling slightly as he noticed the sheer… sparklyness… of it. He took a deep breath, waiting for the intro of the song to get over with; it was strange hearing it on a piano, before he began.
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
He looked up, brushing the hair from his eyes to see the responses of the Club, smirking at their surprised expressions. After a moment or two they started clapping, grinning as they started whispering among themselves. Chris slid down the stage, sitting on the edge of it as Mr. Schue smiled "Welcome Chris! Great job, see everyone? Maybe this year won't be so hopeless; after all we just got two new members!"
The others laughed, and as Mr. Schue dismissed everyone, they started to gather up their things and head for the doors. Chris was just heading towards the piano to get his bag when he heard a voice come from behind him. "I am so glad that you auditioned! And your voice! Where did you find that song?"
He turned, raising an eyebrow at the excited look on Kurt's face. "Eh… thanks… like I said before, it's one of my favorite songs so…."
Kurt nodded, biting his lip. "Well… thanks for showing up, we usually meet every day after school, that won't be a problem, will it?"
He shook his head, jumping from the stage and heading towards the door to the auditorium. "Nope. Shouldn't be, I'll just let my parents know. Mom is pretty supportive of pretty much anything I do, and Dad won't get off work till late so…." He shrugged, glancing over towards Kurt as they passed through the doors and into the hallway. "Thanks, by the way… I wasn't going to audition you know, if it wasn't for you inviting me and my friend ripping me a new one I wouldn't have."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Someone actually yelled at you for not wanting to join?"
Chris laughed, nodding his head. "Yea, Amber, from my old school in Iowa. She and I used to be in Choir together and were always so bummed when we never got anywhere in our competitions… when I let slip that you invited me to join Glee and that I was going to not join she started yelling at me and saying how if she were here she would have dragged me to the auditorium by my ear if she had to."
Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "Wow… so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
Chris blinked as he realized they were now outside and standing by a rather nice looking black Navigator. "Oh, yea I'll see you then!"
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