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Chapter 4

Auditions Part 1 – Eli's POV

As I enter the auditorium, I'm shocked to see what I see. I saw a few scattered students talking amongst themselves about who knew what. I sure as hell didn't, and suddenly I had no emotion as to what to feel. Happiness. Guilt. Quickly, I pushed it aside, and headed up on stage.

What would I say? I didn't want to make an idiot of myself, and being as I had already met students that weren't on my side as it was, I would have to be cautious. Finally, I had pushed that aside as well.

"Thanks for showing up. I had no idea, even a few students would seem interested in this," I began, and sighed heavily, and then paused as I had no idea what I had wanted to say. I was nervous, happily, and well loss of words at the same time.

"Can we just start already? I have other things to do, other listen to talk about nothing," one of the girls in the front row asked sarcastically, and then rolled her eyes. I was guessing she was the one I had seen earlier. That was all I could recall of her. I knew it wasn't the girl who had called me Chad Michael Murray earlier, and compared to this girl, I had wished I could see her again.

"Sure, but trust me, you have to serious about wanting to do this, or else, leave now, and I won't bother even consider it. I have reasons as to doing this, and having bitchy people in this group isn't on top of the list," I tell her, as I take off my hoodie, and throw it on the opposite side of where I'm standing.

"Do we need to do introductions or anything?" she asks me sarcastically, as she walks on stage, and adjusts her cheer leading skirt, as though, she was trying to make a statement of something. I sigh heavily, and shake it off, as I look at the rest of the few students who were there.

"If you'd like," I tell her, as I show her the various students who were there, and then step aside, so she would be able to take the stage.

"I'm Charlie Davies, and I'll be covering Avril's Wish You Were Here," she announces proudly, as we heard the door in the back of the auditorium open, and saw someone else walk in, and take a seat in the back, and I had wished they had seated themselves closer, because, I wanted to see who it was, if I knew them. A part of me wanted it to be Sam, but in a way, I didn't. At least not yet.

"Well thank you," I tell her, as I try to get this going. I knew she didn't like me, and chances were, I doubt that she was going to like me any less anyways.

"I didn't even finish the song!" she protests, and then rolls her eyes, as she doesn't even look at the audience.

"In reality, you don't even need to sing a full song," I answer her back. "When it comes to auditions, you get a least a minute and a half," I add before she says anything else, in which, I knew would be coming any time soon.

"This isn't over," she tells me, in a tone that told me she had meant it.

"That's fine, but tomorrow the list will be up," I tell her as she walks away, and starts showing off her cheer leading skirt again. Gees. What was up with this girl anyways? I think to myself that maybe the group would get her to open up. I had hoped so, as I watched her leave, and the way that she sang her cover had left me haunted.

I sigh again.

"Alright, I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to go all Norman Bates on her," I tell the few students who stuck around. I was glad of that, but in a way, I wasn't. I realized it had made me a hypocrite from what I had said at the beginning.

"That's okay. We're here because we want to be. Every group in high school has drama, if they didn't, it wouldn't be an after school thing," I hear someone announce from somewhere in the group. I couldn't locate them, so I had no idea who it was. I just knew that they had a males voice, and I was kind of happy to hear another male in the auditorium besides myself.

"Are you auditioning?" I ask, even though, I was sure that he was.

"Yes, and I'm Jacob McKellar," he tells me as he stands up in the center of the isle, and I debate with myself how on earth he had seemed familiar, then as he stepped further, I remembered how I had seen him. He was the one that helped me find my class earlier, and I made a mental note of how much of a jerk I had been to him.

"I'll be performing There's a Place for Us by Carrie Underwood," he mentions, as he walks up on the stage, and stands center stage. I could tell that this teenager was serious, and really wanted to be a part of this. He took a deep breath, and then had begun to sing.

There's a place out there for us

More than just a prayer or anything you've ever dreamed of.

So when you feel like giving up

Cause you don't fit in down here

Fear is crashing in close your eyes and take my hand.

We can be the kings and queens of anything if we believe.

It's written in the stars that shine above

A world where you and I belong

Where faith and love will keep us strong

Exactly who we are is just enough

Yes there's a place for us there's a place for us.

Damn he was wonderful. I had no reason as to why to put him in. I was happy with the decision, and I was hoping that Sam would be as well. If I had enough people, I was sure that I would be able to convince him to do this. After all, this was the reason I had wanted to do this, and had placed the fliers up. This was the reason why a few students had showed up.

"Again, thank you," I tell him, as he does a cute bow to everyone in the auditorium, and then walked down the side steps, and headed back to where he was sitting, so he could collect his school materials.

"I'll be here tomorrow, though, I may be a little late," he speaks up, as though it were important, and I liked his determination. If we had enough people, I was going to like the idea of him being captain, and I didn't care who was against that.

"Okay, as I told Charlie, the list will be posted tomorrow," I tell him, and then I watch him as he leaves, and again, I make a mental note to be nice to him after this. I would have to.

"Alright, that makes two auditioners, who's next?" I announce, as I wait for someone to volunteer. "No one?" I ask, as I giggle a little. Still no one. "Okay, well, I'm thinking of a number, and the first person to get it right goes," I tell them, as I try to make this a game. I had no clue why, since this was high school, and I doubted games of this kind were cool anymore. I couldn't help it though. The number game was something that dad and I had done. Mostly in the summer when we would go to the ice cream bars, and neither one of us would know what flavor we had wanted, so he'd create a number in his head, and the closest you were, you got to go first, and pick the first flavor that popped in your head. That worked until I was old enough to understand, that he never really had a number in his head, and that it was an excuse for not to take forever with choosing a random flavor.

Then I tone back into reality.

"Sixteen," a girl in the back had finally guessed.

"Keep guessing," I told them, as my fathers accent slipped into my head.

"Two," a boy in the front row guessed, and I had made a mental note to pretend that the next guesser was correct, as my father would do.

"Twenty four," was the next guess, and I had told them that they were correct. I had no idea why. Maybe it was because it was my fathers favorite TV show, and I couldn't stand it, though, I would watch it with him.

"Come on up, you're the next one on stage," I tell her, as she gets up and walks on stage. She was the second girl to perform today, and I was happy. This would make my fourth person, if I was lucky. I noticed her dress looked different from what most girls would wear today, and I was glad that she was different, and I don't mean that in a bad way.

"I'm Mackenna Valentine , but you can call me Kenny, or Rose, anyways, I'll performing Clarity by Zedd," she announces, and as she begins to sing, I look around the room, and I see that the boy in back had come closer to the front. I noticed he had a Cheer leading outfit on, and I couldn't help but wonder who had convinced him to do it, then realized, if it was his thing, than so be it. I had also wondered when or if he was going to audition.

A row in front of him, I had noticed someone else, and I couldn't help but notice he was reading something, and wondered what it was. He seemed lightly tanned, and I wanted to know more about him, and hoped in time that I would. He had reminded me of Gregorio Hernandez, a Spanish – American boy I had a crush on when I was younger, but had never told him, because, I knew that he wouldn't feel it. I just shrug it off, and zone back into reality.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I ask, as I had already forgotten. Not that I had wanted to, it just happened when I saw that boy.

"McKenna," she tells me with a smile, and then winks, and then turns to head back to get her school equipment, and then heads for home, or I assume that's what's going on. I could be wrong, since I had no idea what she did after school.

"I'll go next," the cheer leader boy offers, as he raises his hand.

"Alright, come on up," I tell him, and the way the students in the auditorium react, I would have guessed that he was rather popular, and I wondered what his name was, or if he was the schools Golden Boy, since every school has one.

"Do I really need to introduce myself?" he asks the last few remaining students, as he made eye contact with them, especially, the boy who I wanted to know. "Anyways, for those of you who don't know who I am, I'm Khalon Snow. That aside, I'm covering Chandelier by Sia," he tells us, as he begins to sing, and I couldn't take my eyes off of that boy.

"Thank you. I hope you vote me in, or whatever it is that you do," he tells us, as he finishes, and then does the V like the logo of the Voice. I had to love his sense of humor.

"We're not the Voice, but you get my vote," I answer him back jokingly, as I meet his eyes, and then smile. I also realized I couldn't judge him. He was funny, he was cute, and could sing. Sometimes, being a gay teenager sucked, other times, it may have it's advantages. I watched as he sat back down in his seat where he was, and I could make a mental note to talk to him later, since we only had a few auditions left. Well two, since I was holding my song until later.

When the boy that had reminded me of Greg, had stood up, and came on stage. I guess this was when stage freight had gotten the best of him, because, he started to say who he was, and then announced that he was sorry instead, and ran off stage. I imagined in my head that he was a good singer, and I had to figure out a way to get him to join this club. He just had to. Otherwise, this would be a very failed attempt to start something, and then get no where with it.

Now all that remained was the girl, and myself, and I would have rather had her go first.

"Thank you for all of this, I really think it's need to bring a club back to McKinley, and I don't care if we don't get anywhere with this," she tells me happily, as though, she'd been happily over caffeinated on coffee or something.

"You don't have to drink coffee, do you?" I ask her curiously, even though, I was in hopes that she would say no.

"Doctor Pepper is my coffee," she tells me, and smiles.

Then I realized it. Shit. Was this girl hitting on me? I hoped not, because, I would have to break her heart.

"Only, if you're willing to give me your number," she tells me, as she winks at me.

Shit. I was trapped.

"Well lets move on, shall we?" I avoid answering her response, as I wait for her tell me her name and what song she was going to cover. I calculated in my head, that this was now five people who had auditioned, even though, the boy who had ran out, hadn't sang, I had remembered where I knew him from, and I was going to get him to open up, and then there was myself. Maybe, my calculations were wrong, but that would be enough to convince Sam.

"Well I'm Talia Morris, and I'll be auditioning with Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne," she tells me, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was in any case related to Charlie. They both seemed to audition with the same song, and I wondered if they knew each other yet. Then I figured out why she was in back when we started.

It was because of Charlie. This girl had a crush on my enemy. This would be interesting, and I knew that I would put Talia's name down on the paper.

I can be tough, I can be strong

But with you, it's not like that at all

There's a girl that gives a shit

Behind this wall you just walk through it

And I remember

All those crazy things you said

You left them running through my head

You're always there, you're everywhere

Right now I wish you were here

All those crazy things we did

Didn't think about it, just went with it

You're always there, you're everywhere

But right now I wish you were here

"Well, I won't give you my number, but I will make sure you get your name on that list," I tell her after she finishes, and heads down the steps to get her materials. She would be perfect for this group, especially when Charlie and her would be in the same room. After she leaves, I write her name down on the paper as I had everyone else.

Then I saw Khalon still hanging around, and wondered what he was still hanging around.

"What are you still hanging around for?" I ask wondering, as I sit down, and hang my legs over the side of the stage.

"I heard everyone else sing, who was auditioning, and I haven't heard you sing yet," he tells me with a smile, and looks me right in the eyes.

"I'm not auditioning!" I protest, and wonder if I say that, if he'd leave. I was going to sing, but I wanted to sing in private, as I always had.

"Oh really?" he questions me again, as he looks in the eyes again, only this time, he asks me as though it was something else that was on his mind.

"Yeah, and now that auditions are over, I have to get home, and do homework," I tell him, as he was starting to annoy me, and was starting to change how I felt about him a few minutes ago.

"Just one song, and I'll leave," he tells me. "Matter of fact, I'll hide, so you don't even know I'm here," he tells me, and something in his voice tells me I should believe him, so I walk stay where I am, and then close my eyes, so I won't see where he went.

Then the lights went out, and then back on, like at the beginning of a play, and I guessed that was my cue, as I began to sing.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Then applause, as Khalon had walked out of the AV room in the back of the auditorium, and walked down to where I was.

"See that wasn't so bad?" he tells me in a form of a question, and picks up his messenger bag, and places it on his shoulder.

"Hey wait," I shout out, as to get his attention, and I see him, an run to catch up with him, so I could talk with him further. I was into him, and that was that. I couldn't see myself with anyone else, as cliché as that sounded for someone in high school.

"Would you like to go get some coffee?" I ask as I catch up with him, and I hoped that he was a coffee drinker. If not, I didn't know what else to ask.

"I don't drink coffee, but, the November Cafe is open, and they serve great food and stuff," he tells me, as he smiles, and then looks back at me. "So, that would be a yes," he adds, as we walk out of the auditorium together.

In the next chapter we'll see some more auditions, in which will be told in Sam's POV, and in usual Glee tradition not every one will be a part of the group at once, so don't worry if your character (s) don't make appearances in auditions. They will be in there. Also, in the next chapter I'll reveal who comes back.

We found out some more about Elijah, which may or may not be why he acts the way he does.

Does anyone have any names for the new group? If so, send them my way, and I'll throw them in a drawing, and then poll, and the winning name will get an exclusive sneak peek at an upcoming POV of their character.