I'm going to try to finish this story, because 'Theatrically' is coming up, and that includes Tina having an identity crisis, and my guess is that many people will be copying my idea. (Not really my idea, but something similar)…. Thank you for following me still, even with the months of no updating and that crap. Thank you guys for reviewing and favorites, and most of all, THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORIES!
Miss Pillsbury listened to my story. She didn't judge, she just sat there and listened.
"Well, Tina." she'd said, after I'd finished. "You're going through a early identity crisis. You have no idea who you are or who you can depend on."
A look of confusion swept my face.
"Let's put it this way: you're not that tough, backboned Goth that you think you are." said Miss Pillsbury.
The room was thick with silence.
"Then who am I?" I asked finally.
"That's not for me to figure out." Miss Pillsbury looked at me with her piercing brown eyes. "But I can help you. Here." She reached into one of the drawers of her desk, and pulled out a box labelled WIGS.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Imagine stepping into someone else's shoes for a few days. It'll make discovering yourself much easier. Pick a wig." instructed Miss Pillsbury.
I dug into the box, looking for something… me. Black wig? Too noticeable. Brown? Nah, they could see the resemblance.
I continued digging through the box. Then I saw it.
A blonde, Avril Lavienge wig with a big ol' pink streak. Like my hair, black with blue. I loved it.
"Find your wig yet?" Miss Pillsbury's voice gave me back to reality.
I nodded. "Yep." I held up the blonde and pink wig.
"Nice." commented Miss Pillsbury.
"Now what do I do, now that I have a wig?" I asked.
Miss Pillsbury faced her computer. "Give me a name."
"Um… Angela?" I suggested. "But that didn't answer my quest--"
"So I heard you're going on vacation with your family tomorrow." interrupted Miss Pillsbury.
"What?" I asked, confused. "I'm not going on--"
"On Monday." interrupted Miss Pillsbury loudly. "Your cousin, Angela Cohen-Chang will be a new student in this school."
"What? I don't have a cousin named--" I started to say, but Miss Pillsbury shot me a look.
"Me?"
"Yes, you." Miss Pillsbury said softly. "We'll discuss it with your parents tonight, inform them, and then… you'll find who you are, Tina."
"But what about Glee?" I asked.
"You'll have to audition…again." said Miss Pillsbury, her eyes still on the computer. "Besides, the only people that are going to know about this is me, your parents, and…possibly more if you decide to tell your friends. I wouldn't recommend telling Artie though…" she trailed off.
"Mercedes and Kurt." I whispered. Mercedes, because she was one of my best friends. Kurt, because he knew what I would wear for my first day.
"Okay." She said. Miss Pillsbury looked at the clock. "Better be heading over to rehearsal. It's almost over."
"See you--" I started to say, but then she interrupted me.
"Here's you wig." She handed me the wig I had picked out earlier. "Good Luck, Tina. I'll be at your house at 8 to tell your parents about this. And don't tell Artie!"
"Okay. See you later." And with that, I ran out of the room.
I ran through the deserted hallways with the wig in my hands. I went through the auditorium doors and stopped dead in my tracks.
Rachel and Finn were talking on the stacks of seats and Brittany and Santana were laughing at them as always. But something on the stage made my heart shatter once more.
I looked up at the stage, where Artie and Quinn were laughing it up. And then my glance became averted to the wig in my hands and I knew one thing: I had to change.
