The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I made my way to the choir room where three students were already assembled. I sat next to Sam, as he had asked me to call him when he drove me home. He glanced at me, his eyes smiling more than his mouth. Damian came in, winked at me and sat down next to Lindsay.
Matheus looked at our pairs curiously, shrugged, and went back to his sheet music. The girl with orange hair walked in with Cameron and the black guy. Cameron grinned at me then sat down.
Finally Mr. Schue walked in, two ridiculous fedoras in his hand that I strongly suspected came from his own closet and he wore quite often. He sat down the hats on the piano and began addressing us. "Okay, so, first off I'd like to welcome our new members, Marissa and Damian," he said, gesturing to us, "Secondly, we need to get to our duets!" Everyone cheered. "I have two hats here. One has names in it and the other has songs in it. Let's get started!" He clapped his hands together sat down on a seat. "Alex, you start."
The boy in a red scarf stood up. He pulled out a piece of paper from each hat. "Matheus," he said, smiling. They were best friends. "Swing, Swing by The All American Rejects." He clapped his hands together and sat down by Matheus.
"You next, Cameron!"
Cameron stood up and awkwardly made his way to the hats. He made eye contact with me before getting his slips. "Damian, Starstukk by 30h3 ft. Katy Perry," He shrugged and sat next to Damian.
"Samuel!"
Samuel walked up and pulled his slips out. "Hannah, Who Knew by P!nk." He looked at the red head and sat down next to her.
"Okay," Mr. Schue said, "That leaves Marissa and Lindsay with What is this Feeling from the Broadway musical Wicked. We start performances tomorrow!"
Lindsay stood up and raised her hand. Without waiting to be called upon. "Mr. Schuester! I'm prepared to do my performance now," she said, moving to the front of the room, "That is, if my partner is ready?" For some reason this angered me. Of course I was ready!
"I'm ready," I said, a little indignantly. We whispered for a minutes, deciding which parts we'd do.
"Dearest, darlingest momsie and popsicle," Lindsay spoke.
"Dear Father," I said, frowning to get into character.
"There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz" We both sang.
Then I said, "But of course I'll care for Nessa."
Then Lindsay took over, hitting the high note perfectly, "But of course I'll rise above it!"
"For I know that's how you'd want me to respond,
yes, there's been some confusion for you
see my room mate is..." we sang in unison.
"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and
altogether quite impossible to describe..." Lindsay sang, sounding amazingly like Kristen Chenoweth from the original show.
Than I said flatly, "Blonde." It gained a laugh, even Samuel chuckled a little. That gave me confidence.
Lindsay sang, "What is this feeling, so sudden and new?"
Then I took over, "I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you!" I pointed at her with attitude.
"My pulse is rushing."
"My head is reeling."
"My face is flushing,"
"What is this feeling," we sang together,
"Fervid as a flame,
does it have a name, yeeesss,
loathing
Unadulterated loathing." Everyone laughed.
I got in the moment and hopped on the piano. Damian looked on in surprise, I was usually very mild.
Lindsay sang her eyes full of fire. She did a twirl and pointed fiercely at me, "For your face!"
Then I sang to her, "Your voice!"
"Your clothing!"
I jumped off the piano and joined in, face to face with Lindsay. "Let's just say I loathe it all.
Every little trait however small,
makes my very flesh begin to crawl,
With simple utter loathing
there's a strange exilhiration
In such totaldetestation.
It's so pure so strong
though I do admit it came on fast
still I do believe that it can last
and I will be loathing,
loathing you my whole life long"
Everyone stood up and joined in the song while Mr. Schue looked on in amazement. "Dear Galinda," they sang to Lindsay, "you are just too good
how do you stand it I don't think I could
she's a terror she's a tartar
We don't mean to show a bias
but Galinda you're a martyr."
Lindsay shrugged and sang back to them, "Well these things are sent to try us."
"Poor Galinda," they sang, "forced to reside
with someone so disgusticified
we just want to tell you we're all on your side!
We share your..."
Then all eight of our voices came together as one with,
"Loathing,
What is this feeling so
unadulterated loathing
sudden and new?
felt thefor her face moment I laid eyes on
her voice you, my pulse is
her clothing rushing my head is
lets just say reeling
WE LOATHE IT ALL!"
They started coming after me, it was all I could do not to smile at the comradery I was experiencing. I grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall and climbed onto the piano. It was a small feat as I was in three inch heels. I began warding them off. Mr. Schue began laughing.
"Oh what is this feeling?
Every little trait however
small makes our very flesh
begin to crawl yes, ahhhh
Loathing
Loathing
there's a strange
exhiliration
Loathing
In such total
detestation
Loathing
it's so pure so strong
so strong"
I hopped off and stood an inch away from Lindsay's face.
"Though I do admit it came on fast", we sang together,
"still I do believe that it can last and I will be…"
We all sang together, and it was my turn to chase Lindsay,
"Loathing Loathing for forever
Loathing Loathing
truly deeply loathing
Loathing you you
my whole life long
loathing, unadulterated loathing!"
I pretended to hide behind my broom and when Lindsay trotted by I shouted, "BOO!" Lindsay let out a little squeak and ran and hid behind Mr. Schue.
Everyone clapped and to my surprise, Lindsay gave me a side hug. Mr. Schue began clapping. "Nice job Lindsay and Marissa, and everyone really! Hope to see great performances like that tomorrow! Bye everyone! Marissa, stay back." I tossed Damian my keys so he could start my car.
Whenever everyone left, Mr. Schuester started talking. "Marissa," he said, putting down some sheet music, "You have an amazing voice. I want to warn you though. Lindsay is the star, but you have enough talent to overpower her. I want you to be careful. Lindsay is very protective of her position in this club. If you're going to succeed, you need to keep your guard up."
"Erm, thanks, Mr. Schue," I said, not knowing what to make of his advice, "I need to go. Damian got my keys and my cars a classic. I don't trust him with it for more than five minutes." I pointed my thumb behind me towards the door.
"Right," he said, nodding, "One question though. The Glee Club here at McKinley has a reputation for being full of drama. I hope to not hold that rep this year. I think it takes away our focus from the competition. So, are you and Damian serious?"
I smiled. "No, Mr. Schue," I said, "Damian and I don't have a relationship. We're just good friends."
"Oh!" he said, blushing a little, "Sorry."
"Don't worry, a lot of people make that mistake," I said, waving nonchalantly, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Schue!" I left and got in my car. Damian and I smiled at each other. It was my turn to be too cool. I let down my roof and pulled out, going way too fast.