Episode 3- Acafellas
Henri& Mercedes Jones
Dear Journal,
My doctor told me I should write in a journal to get used to writing without thumbs. I still can't believe I cut them off. I've been teaching shop for years, and taking cough medicine for years. And suddenly, I'm cutting my thumbs off. Now I'll never have the chance to hitchhike across Europe, one of my few dreams that I actually thought could come true.
Henri
Dear Journal,
Will, Ken, Howard and I have started and a capella hip-hop group. (After voting, we decided not to allow Sandy in, as he would make it creepy.) We've been rehearsing in Will's living room, and I think it's turning out pretty well. We were trying to think of a name for the group, and I thought Crescen-Dudes would be amazing, but then Howard came up with something better: Acafellas. I really feel like I can get through this thumb issue if Acafellas works out. Though it might not if Will's wife doesn't stop interrupting rehearsal. I can see why he lets her though. She is pretty hot.
Henri
Dear Journal,
We had our first performance last night. It went really well, and all of the copies of our CD sold. Principal Figgins even asked us to perform at the PTA meeting next week. I think we all sang really well, and I'm not as depressed about my thumbs or the hitchhiking-across-Europe thing anymore. We got a killer review in the paper, and it even said that I proved you don't need all ten fingers to pluck a ladies heart like a well-stringed harpsichord. I was a little peeved at the "thumbs up" wit, but whatever. I guess I'll have to get used to it.
Henri
Dear Journal,
I've officially ruined my new dream of Acafellas. I just got really stressed out. Thinking about Josh Groban coming to see us perform and the fact that he's looking for an opening act and that we had to let Sandy join even though he creeps us out (yeah I know he got me my job at the school and he thinks we're really tight, but still). So I somehow found myself downing six bottles of cough syrup. I was taken to the emergency room by Sandy (and he held my hand for way too long in the ambulance). Unfortunately, Figgins was pretty unhappy about all of this, and insisted I go to the rehab before I can come back to my job and be around kids. I think he's being unreasonable. I mean yeah, I cut off my thumbs. And yeah, I just kinda had way too much when I got stressed. That doesn't mean I have a problem! Two mistakes…and everyone makes mistakes, right? Anyways, I'm feeling depressed. And I can't keep writing as it's hard to hold a pencil without thumbs.
Henri
Dear Journal,
Recently, I've been feeling pretty down. There are so many couples in the hallways, and I just feel like I'm missing somebody. I finally decided to ask Kurt if he had kissed anybody, to see if I was the only one left, or if there were other people who were still waiting. He said that he hasn't but he wants to. When he saw me observing some of the couples, he told me to stop thinking about it, due to the fact we are at the bottom of the social heap for being in Glee club. This made me think, especially when he said Special Ed kids would get more play then us. After he told me to meet him at lunch to go shopping (!!!), Quinn and Santana came up and told me I needed to "scoop" that. They told me I'm his type, and even though I'm not sure…it could work right? After all we are both at the bottom of the social heap, and he does have an amazing sense of fashion…plus he wants to kiss someone too…definitely something to think about.
Mercedes
Dear Journal,
So Kurt has pretty much the most amazing car out of anyone at our school. He said his dad got it for him after he promised to stop wearing form-fitting sweaters that stop at the knee, even though he still does. I really loved the red one he had on today. As we were walking and I confessed my worry over the whole attempt to hire a better choreographer, he hooked his arm through mine, which made me feel all tingly. Plus it shows he's starting to care for me, right? I then asked if he wanted to hang out, and he invited me to his house! So the plan is working out perfectly as of now! On the downside, we need $8,000 to hire Dakota Stanley. This is so not good, because we NEED him. Vocal Adrenaline will kill us if we don't have him.
Mercedes
Dear Journal,
So disaster. First, Rachel and Tina came up to me, insisting Kurt was gay, and that I could do better. First of all, just because he wears nice clothes or even corsets occasionally doesn't mean he's gay. And secondly, he's nice, and respects me, and how could I ever ask for more than that? I told them this and they still looked worried, but they backed down at least.
Then at the car wash…we were cleaning Kurt's car, and he asked me if I had a change of clothes for the sing-along Sound of Music. I asked if we could make it official, as it was the third time we had gone out. He then told me he was in love with someone else, and looked behind me. As I turned around I saw Rachel, and when I asked if it was her, he said it was. So I snapped and I…busted his windshield. When he was shouting at me, I told him he busted my heart and walked away. I cried all night.
It got worse. At our first rehearsal with Dakota Stanley, he told me I just needed to drink coffee for the next few months. Kurt stood up for me by saying he couldn't kick people out of Glee club for how they look, and was told he uses too much hairspray. Dakota continued to insult everyone except for the Cheerios. It was pretty hurtful, and it seemed pretty ridiculous as he himself is very unattractive. Besides the Cheerios, we all nearly quit, until Rachel brought up the point that Barbra Streisand had been told she would need a nose job to be successful (this pointed towards the fact that she had just been told to get one). We each gave an example pertaining to our individual insults (mine was J. Lo and being told her booty was to big) and fired him. But still…it really hurt.
Mercedes
Dear Journal,
Wow. So I went to Kurt to say I was sorry about his window, and that I would pay for it. He said his dad took his car away (something about a tiara collection and a hope chest…) which was probably for the better because I don't know how much a windshield costs. Then I decided to say I hope he and Rachel are happy, because well…I do. Even if he doesn't like me, he's still a sweet guy who deserves the best. But then he told me that he's gay. He looked so nervous, and his voice sorta trembled, and I felt so sorry he was that nervous to tell me. So I tried to tell him it would be fine to tell everyone, especially those in Glee. But he said he couldn't, due to a lack of confidence. He was starting to cry a little, so he walked away pretty quickly. At least I didn't lose him to Rachel…but still. Why are all the good ones gay? Anyways, I'm glad at least we can be friends. I think we'll be pretty close after this, and I feel pretty honored to be the first person he's told.
Mercedes