So, I've been writing a lot lately, a whole lot, very quickly. But this will probably be the last one in a while, as I have got some exams to get out of the way. I probably won't post anything until maybe Monday two weeks from now. I'll be busy from this Thursday to Tuesday with my oral exam, but then on Wednesday I go off on vacation, but I'll be home on Friday. But I don't know how long I'll have to use on the actual chapter, but don't expect anything from me until then. This is kind of rushed as I just wanted to be done with it, so I could focus on my exam, anyway, enjoy :D
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
Mama the angels
Who made me so sad
All the girls, except Chrystal, belted out their harmonies, their voices finally getting it right. They did it A Capella with only Joshua banging on the drums to help them get the timing.
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
Some pray that one day
Christ will come a'-callin'
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
And some just lie there
Crying for him to come and find them
But when he comes they don't know how to go
Too stressed about getting the harmonies down, the girls hadn't been bothered with choreography yet. Will still wasn't sure how much dancing the girls could take, when they were already so stressed from just the singing.
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
Mama the angels
Who made me so bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
Catcalling and clapping the boys grabbed one chair each and placed them in a square, mimicking a classroom. Most boys only sat up half straight, while Tony, Tyler and Kevin seemed more into and sat with their backs in 90 degree angles.
Taking turn the boys stood up and recited in Latin, when Seth, rather uncertainly called their names. The first three went well, until it was Moritz, or Kevin's turn. When asked to recite he stood mutely, hardly moving. After seconds of uncomfortable silence, Kevin finally began talking in stiff, uncertain Latin. He got the first couple of words right, but then failed greatly. Simply reading his lines Seth scolded Kevin for not reciting it correctly.
"If you please-" Joshua interrupted standing up. Unfortunately, Seth let Joshua cut him short, waiting for him to continue, while Joshua didn't have more to say, because Seth was supposed to keep talking, before Joshua interrupted again. Realizing it, Seth kept reading, not understanding half of what he was saying. He wasn't the only one who had no idea of what was going on, Joshua had no clue as to what exactly he was talking about, but tried to convince himself that he did. As the boys recited in Latin, Brad played the intro of the next song.
All that's known
In History, in Science
Overthrown
At school, at home, by blind men
Joshua sang clearly, the song sounding very good, even if he had yet to learn the lyrics, and Latin of the boys in the background was completely off, and they hardly kept the rhythm. Will tried to recite with them, no that I helped.
You doubt them
And soon they bark and hound you
Till everything you say is just another bad about you
All they say
Is "Trust in what is written."
Wars are made
And somehow that is wisdom
Thought is suspect
And money is their idol
And nothing is okay unless it's
Scripted in their Bible
The reciters in the background quieted down, as Joshua's vocals grew louder, and more frustrated.
But I know
There's so much more to find
Just in looking through myself
And not at them
Still, I know
To trust my own true mind
And to say: there's a way through this
Again the boys began their chanting, as Joshua's frustration again calmed. Before flaring up again for his last verses.
On I go
To wonder and to learning
Name the stars and know their dark returning
I'm calling
To know the world's true yearning
The hunger that a child feels for
Everything they're shown
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
And one day all will know
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling, I'm calling
And one day all will know
They finished their chanting, Joshua joining in as he finished his solo. They had only been rehearsing for a couple of days, and everything was still very new to them. Of course, the twins seemed to already know their lines, at least better than anyone else. It didn't really surprise Will, as they were also the most eager in the group. Both Tony and Sandy seemed to get a lot of what was going on in the play, reading between the lines, while most of the others had no clue as to what they was happening.
"Okay, great job guys, but we don't have more time today." Will stopped Kevin and Joshua in the middle of their whispered conversation about sky blue stockings and dreams. "Remember to read your lines, I expect you to know at least parts of them by Monday, okay? No exceptions."
The kids quickly gathered their papers and began heading toward the door, hurrying home and to have a whole weekend of relaxation. Or line-reading, if Will got his way. Before the kids were out, Will stopped Joshua, Tyler and the twins.
"I need the four of you to read lines together this weekend, or well, I need Joshua and Sandy to read together and I need Tyler and Tony to read together. This weekend," he emphasized the word "this", knowing Joshua would avoid studying, or anything remotely close, for as long as he could. Tony looked rather exited at the idea, Tyler looked nervous, and both Sandy like someone was forcing her to babysit very annoying kids.
"Why?" Joshua asked slowly, eyebrows raised. He really did not want to read lines that weekend, or any other weekend for that matter. Especially not with one of the freaky twins.
"Because, we're going to have to prove that the play isn't too risque, and that we can do it. So, I'll need you two," will pointed to Joshua and Sandy,"to have whipping scene down by Tuesday. I'll also need you to know the scene in the hayloft."
Sandy looked shocked, while Joshua didn't seem to know which scene that was. He didn't know where every scene took place, but the hayloft wasn't that...
"Our sex-scene? You want us to perform our sex-scene? So early?" Sandy's eyes went wide, as Mr. Schue nodded, looking rather ashamed at having to ask them to do it, but it was one of scenes Micheal Gornette, the man who would ultimately decide whether or not they could perform Spring Awakening, had asked to see. Joshua's eyes widened also, as he understood which scene their were speaking of, and what he would have to do, while his mouth formed a silent "oh".
"Also, I need you two," this time he pointed to Tony and Tyler, who both had a very good idea of what came next,"to learn the reprise of The Word of Your Body, okay?"
Both boys nodded, they couldn't complain about having to kiss so early on, when the other pair was going to have a sex-scene as early. Tyler was still very anxious about the kiss, he had never kissed a guy, but it was a play, and meant nothing. Right?
"They want to see the most risque scenes in the play, and quite frankly I know this is going to be uncomfortable for you, but you'd have to eventually anyway." Will desperately tried to comfort the four teenagers, who still looked very much shocked and scared.
"I can't do this!" Joshua cried out, after their billionth try at the "hayloft"-scene. They were getting the hang of their lines, understanding what they were talking about, and they knew them pretty well. But they still couldn't get a hang of the physical acting of it, the second they went past the simple arm-stroking Joshua went still, and Sandy began shaking.
"I think our real problem is that we aren't comfortable with each other, we don't trust each other." Sandy explained, sitting down on her bed. They had decided her room was the better place to practice. "Come here, I want to try something." She gestured for him to sit down beside her on the bed, he did so, looking wary, almost scared.
"Relax, I won't bite you," she laughed a little at him, while he looked dead serious, and a little offended. Shifting slightly on the bed she took his big hands into her delicate, little ones. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, she lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek. Joshua still looked wary, but something in her eyes told him to trust her. Her skin was very soft, and as annoying as she was, she was kind of pretty. Every time he had frozen up, she had told him to try harder, pushing him, before they tried again. Carefully she lifted her own hand and gently stroke his cheek, staring into his deep blue eyes.
"Do you trust me?" she asked, her violet eyes not leaving his. Silently, he nodded slightly, while still letting his thumb caress her cheek. Sandy bit her lip once, before leaning in to kiss him softly. Again, Joshua tensed up, but Sandy didn't give up, she kept her lips on his, and moved her hands to his neck, holding him in place. Joshua felt the panic washing over him again, and he didn't even know why. He had kissed girls before, in ways that mattered and not because some play wanted him to, but she felt different. She seemed so innocent, even the first girl he had kissed hadn't looked like she did. His first kiss had been very messy, and wet, but that was more or less all he remembered from it. As Sandy tangled her fingers in his blonde hair, Joshua felt some of the tension ease away.
Joshua's eyes fluttered open as Sandy pulled away from him slightly. She laid down on her back and he followed, covering her body with his, much like they were to do in the scene. That was when Joshua's hormones began raging. His kisses grew more insistent, greedier. His hands traveled from her cheek down her neck, but she rolled away from him before he got any further. Only then did he realizing what he had done, and Joshua looked up at her. She stood pressed against the wall, as far away from him as possible, looking absolutely terrified.
Muttering non-sense apologies, at a loss of words, Joshua ran out of her room, leaving her scared and fragile-looking.
"Me, I'm like a pussycat. I just skim off the cream," Tony read the line, as if it made complete sense to him. Tyler, however, had no idea whatsoever as to what the writer had meant by that. They had read the dialogue a couple of times, but still Tyler only understood half of it. His puzzled look caused Tony to stop his act, and explain. "What Hanschen means is that he, unlike the other, doesn't let the system, or society, gain from him, he gains from it, manipulates it into working in his advantage."
"I still don't quite get it, but keep going, we don't have time to wait for me to understand everything."
Smiling slightly as he got up from his bedroom floor Tony began singing, walking around the other boy effortlessly. He kept his hands just inches from the other boy's head, tempted to touch the soft-looking black hair.
Come, cream away the bliss
Travel the world within my lips
Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams
Haven't you heard the word of your body?
O, you're gonna be wounded
O, you're gonna be my wound
O, you're gonna bruise too
O, I'm gonna be your bruise
Toward the end of his second verse Tony had sat down, and when the verse finished he rather slowly, but confidently leaned toward the older boy. Tyler saw him coming, the younger boy's face closer to his. The full lips, slightly flushed cheeks, his big eyes fluttering closed. Pale skin, contrasting against dark hair. So, very, close.
"I'm sorry!" Tyler squeaked as he backed away, his face buried in his hands, but he had caught a glimpse of the other boy's face. There had been hurt in his eyes, even if it was just a rehearsal the rejection stung.
"I understand, it's fine," Tony comforted, but his voice was hollow. Clearly, it had hurt him. Tyler couldn't believe it, no matter what he did he ended up hurting someone. First the girls he kissed, then Paige, and now Tony. "Honestly, it's fine. No need to push things, we'll just practice doing our lines and the song, and then we'll figure something out."
There was some sadness to Tony's tone, the way he said it. Still, he didn't seem that upset, like it took him by surprise, he looked more like he had really been expecting it, like it had happened before.
"I'm sorry, it's just..." Tyler had never really been all that good with words, he was quite smart, but he had never been good at expressing himself. His lack of skill in the matter was what had lead him to join Glee club in the first place. Tony stood up again, looking down at the older boy with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Do you want to talk about it?" The tone was rather hard to read to, but to Tyler it at least sounded like the other boy wanted to help him. No one had really asked him if he wanted to talk, Paige had just sat with him and let him cry, his parents hadn't seen him breakdown, and his brothers didn't seem to know what to do when they saw his pain. Tony was the first to ask, but did Tyler really want to talk about it? Could he trust Tony? Looking up at Tony's violet eyes and finding nothing but kindness there, he decided he could, and let the smaller boy guide him to his bed.
"So, why is it that you don't want to do the kiss?" Tony asked, careful not to say "don't want to kiss me", as he didn't believe he himself was the problem. Tony looked uncertain for a moment, before he shifted his gaze to his hands and tried to figure out a way to explain his problem.
"Well, I, it's really that..." He stumbled, trying to find the right way to put it. Tony just sat completely still across from him, waiting. "Okay, can I just ask you something first?"
"Well," Tyler began after Tony had nodded. "What do you feel when you... kiss girls?"
Tony nearly laughed at the question, he thought it was quite obvious that he didn't kiss girls. Didn't he just about radiate gay? Everyone at his old school had grasped his sexuality rather quickly. Still when Tyler looked at him with those gray and right now very innocent and fragile eyes, Tony managed to keep his face straight, no pun intended.
"To be quite honest, Tyler, I don't tend to kiss girls." Tony explained as if telling a child why 1 + 1 = 2. Tyler looked confused for a second, but then his face lit up in silent realization. "But I have, however, kissed some girls before I knew I was gay, or well, to make sure I was gay. Quite frankly, I felt nothing. Emptiness. It felt more like kissing a very helpful and very animate pillow, than a person."
The look on Tyler's face was priceless. He looked like he was somewhere between jumping with glee, crying in despair and throwing up. A rather interesting mix. He couldn't believe it. Maybe that was the answer all along, maybe he was gay. Yet, he hadn't felt anything for a guy either, and he didn't "feel gay".Nor did he fit the stereotype. Weren't gay men supposed to listen avidly to show-tunes? Starkid-songs didn't fit that category, did they? According to stereotype gay men enjoyed shopping and fashion too, and that sort of applied to him, but he didn't have to be gay just because he wanted look nice, right?
"You still with me?" Tony asked, waving a hand in front of the other boy's face. People had been doing that to him a lot lately. Blinking, Tyler returned to reality. "Is that why you don't dare to kiss me? Because you think you might be gay? Or because you think people will judge you for it?"
"I don't know," Tyler admitted honestly, he had absolutely no idea why he couldn't just share meaningless kisses with Tony in the play. The kisses didn't mean anything, and he probably wouldn't feel anything. Still, if Tony was gay, and he didn't anything when he kissed girls, and Tyler didn't feel anything when he kissed girls, it could mean... But it could also be nothing.
"Well, if you don't know then we can't fix it, can we?" Tony smiled slightly, the sadness in his voice was there again. "But if you need someone to talk to, just know I'm here, alright?"
Tyler nodded, before he left, if they couldn't rehearse they might as well call it a day. It felt nice to know that someone was there for him, and that he had someone to talk to, someone who understood.
Nicole Kratz sat on a park bench watching her little brother play. He was just over 10 years old, but acted like he was hardly more than 5. His energy-levels never ceased to amaze her, the way he bounced up and down all the time and the way that blabbermouth of his never seemed still was a wonder in itself. She could not grasp how he was on some sort of constant coffee-rush, without even drinking coffee, or any energy-drinks.
At the moment he was swinging like a monkey between to bars, clinging to them for dear life. A small girl, probably about his age stood below him, watching. Her dark-brown pig-tails were tied up with pink ribbons, looking awfully girly compared to the rest of the girl, who practically radiated "tomboy". Everything from her scraped knees, to her jean shorts to her "I can do better"-expression, gave a feel of confidence and toughness.
Looking around Nicole saw someone else watching the same girl she had been a looking at, a boy about her age, with dark-brown hair that really needed to be cut, and a round face. She felt like she had seen him before, but couldn't be sure from this angle. The boy turned his head slightly toward her, and the she recognized him. It was Seth from her Glee club, and the girl he was looking at was probably his little sister, or something. When she thought about it she could see the family-resemblance. They both had the same thin red lips, round faces and dark-chocolate hair.
"Hi," Nicole smiled at Seth. He turned his head, looking rather shocked but smiled shyly when he saw her. They were both pretty shy, but she figured that if they were going to be in the same club for a year, they might as well get to know each other. Besides, something about him being as shy as her made the whole experience less terrifying.
"Hi," he replied shyly, hardly meeting her gaze. She was pretty cute, with her orange-reddish hair and rather stunning green eyes. He kind of liked how she dressed so simply, just jean shorts and a t-shirt. Not the entire "use as many accessories as possible to distract people"-business.
"Your sister?" Nicole asked pointing to the tomboy, who was now eagerly swinging from the monkey-bars. Nicole's brother Evan now being the one watching.
"Yeah, and the boy is your brother?" Seth asked, assuming that was why Nicole had noticed his sister. Nicole nodded, smiling slightly as Evan swung back and forward, probably trying to impress Seth's sister. "What's his name?"
"Evan, and hers?"
"Robyn," he answered, still looking at the kids, who were playing some weird race game. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he flipped it open to find a text from his mom. "I gotta go, Mom's made dinner. I'll um... see you in Glee club?"
"Yeah, sure." She waved, a little flushed. That was probably the longest conversation she had ever had with someone she knew as little about as Seth. She smiled, satisfied with herself.
Isabella Whitehair was having a really bad day, she had woken up at half past six assuming it was a schoolday, gotten ready and even eaten breakfast before realizing it was Saturday. Too awake to go to bed she had tried to think of something to, but ended up watching shows about nothing in particular, while waiting for everyone to wake up. Even when they did no one had the time to hang out with her, they all had boyfriends or families to be with that day. She felt terribly lonely, and went for a walk, but she still felt lonely when she got home. Even lonelier in fact.
And that was before she walked in on her brother and Chrystal Davis lying on the living room couch, making out. Even after they shifted into a more chaste position their lovey-doveyness was sickening, at one point they were flirting over shoes. That was it for Isabella.
"Would you knock it off? I am sick of you two constantly rubbing it in my face!"
"Rubbing what exactly in your face, Izzy?" Chrystal asked, her tone casually bitchy.
"Your relationship! He's my brother, you making kissy-faces at him o talking about how hot he is in front of me, is disgusting!" Isabella knew she was overreacting, but feeling so alone, and then having to put up with the two of them going all "Valentine's day" on her, was too much. She ran up to her room slamming the door shut.
"Chrystal looked at the space where her fellow cheerio had just stood with a "what-the-hell-happened-to-her?"-expression on her pretty face. Luke shrugged, and the two continued their outrageous flirting.
"So kids, how are things at school?" It was the exact same question every family dinner at the Cruz's. Each time Jonathan Cruz would ask his two children how school was, and every time Nathaniel would answer, telling them how good things were.
"They're good, father." Nathaniel's charming smile disgusted Ramiele, but seemed to please their parents. "Our Glee Club is putting on a musical."
"Oh, why that's exiting, isn't it Camille?" Jonathan exclaimed, smiling brightly, but it was his lawyer-smile, the one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but was convincing enough if you didn't look too closely. Their mother smiled her matching lawyer-smile.
"It's called Spring Awakening," Nathaniel supplied, smiling charmingly. Neither parents seemed to have heard of it, judging by their identical puzzled looks. "It's a rather old play, from the late nineteenth century. It's a very good play with interesting themes-"
"It's about sex." Ramiele interrupted, smiling devilishly at her brothers mad expression, and her parents' shocked ones."Under-age sex, too."
"Ramiele!" Her parents said at once, her father angrily, her mother more in shock. Ramiele knew speaking of sex was pushing her luck, even in that house, where more or less everyone seemed to cheat all the time. They were really being unfair, not allowing Ramiele to even say the word "sex", considering how many compromising positions she had found her parents in.
"Go to your room. Now," her father's tone left no place for argument. With tears in her eyes Ramiele stormed up the stairs. None of the others brought up the play again.
"I've never been beaten, not once! I can't even imagine it." Sandy said, standing a few feet away from Joshua. They figured they would try another scene, seeing how things went the day before. "I've tried! Hitting myself to find out how it feels. Really. Inside. Must be just awful."
"I don't believe anyone is ever bettered from it." Joshua stated. His acting was still a bit shaking, but after Sandy had pestered him with how it was his duty to at least try to act properly.
"From what?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"Being beaten!" He barked back, they had rehearsed that line many times to get it right.
"With this switch for example, it's tough and thin." Sandy grabbed an imaginary stick, handing it to Joshua, who still did not get the entire "it's there, even when it's not there"-thing.
"Will it draw blood?" He asked, as he tried beating the air with the non-existing stick uncertainly.
"You mean if you beat me with it?" She quickly asked, stepping closer.
"Beat you?"
"Me."
"Wendla, what are you thinking?" He asked her, looking to her. Her violet eyes were big, and she looked slightly embarrassed by the question. By now he had gotten used to how realistically she acted, a bit too dramatic, but he supposed you had to for the audience to get what you were feeling. Still it sort of freaked him out.
"Nothing," she tore her eyes away from him.
"I could never beat you!"
"If I let you?" She looked up at him again, her eyes begging him.
"Never!"
"If I asked you to? Melchior!" She kept begging, looking rather crazy. Were her eyes always that big?
"Have you lost your mind?"
"I've never been beaten! My entire life, I've never felt..."
"What?"
"Anything! Martha, she is-" She began, but was quickly cut off by Joshua. It had taken forever to get the timing right. If he interrupted too early, no one would get what he was talking about, and if he began to early Sandy would have to improvise.
"Wendla, you can't envy someone being beaten like that!"
"Melchior," she had those puppy-dog eyes again. At that point Joshua could easily understand why Melchior gave in. Seeing those big violet eyes begging him, made him feel like he had to do what she wanted him to. Raising his imaginary stick he smacked he butt with it. "I don't feel it!"
"Maybe not, with your dress," he answered nonchalantly.
"On my legs then!" Sandy pulled her black dress up, to reveal her butt. She was wearing black tights under, to not make things awkward.
"Wendla!" It was hard for him to sound shocked at a girl showing her tights, he still tried.
"Come on!" She pushed, not letting him off the hook. "Please."
"I'll teach you to say please," He grabbed her arm violently and turned her around again. More harshly hitting her, he flinched at her choked scream.
"You're barely stroking me!" Her voice was clearly strained, but Joshua kept "beating" her. "Matha's father uses his belt, he draws blood, Melchi!"
"Nothing really," she choked at him, triggering his imagined anger. Every time he beat her with the "stick" she choked back screams. "Nothing!"
"You bitch, I'll beat the hell out of you!" He barked at her, and turned her around. Joshua hit her square across the face, well, not really, he was only hitting her hand and she pretended to be hit. "Kneeing" her in the stomach, he concentrated very hard on remembering the choreography they had planned on. He kept beating her, while she let out very realistic, but slightly over-dramatic sounds of pain. She fell to the floor, and he took two seconds to remember what he was supposed to, and ran out, still hearing her broken sobs. He felt very confident as he strode back into Sandy's room, feeling like he had done a great job.
"Okay, that was okay." Sandy announced, and made Joshua's mouth to fall open in a perfect "O". Somehow she was never happy with whatever he did.
"Okay? What the hell do you mean 'okay'?" He asked incredulously. He had been working his ass off to get the scene like she wanted it, and now all she said was "okay"? That was not fine with him. "Listen, Tinkerbell, that was awesome! We killed that scene!"
"We did not! We hardly know the lines, the beating is still choppy and your acting hardly qualifies as mediocre!" She yelled back, her voice and eyes steely. Hardly mediocre? The hell was she talking about?
"As if anyone of the others could do any better," he defended himself, going straight to offense.
"Some of them could! Kevin is quite a strong actor, and-"
"What the hell, Kevin? The queer with the scarf? No way!" Sandy looked hurt, then absolutely furious. At first Joshua didn't get why, he hadn't insulted her, but wait. Sandy had gay dads.
"I think you should leave," her voice positively dead. Before he could protest her eyes went intense with cold anger. "Now."
"So, are you comfortable with doing the kiss now?" Tony asked, trying not to pressure Tyler, but knowing he would have to soon so they could get the scene down. Tyler seemed unsure, and quite clearly not comfortable with doing the kiss yet. Tony sighed. "Look, just think about it like this; it doesn't mean anything, it's just acting. If you realize you're gay, then great, because that's the tough part of it. If you realize you're not, then fine, no problem then, but we need to do this."
Unsure of what to say, Tyler just nodded, biting his lip. Tony did have a point, it was acting and didn't mean anything. If he was gay, then at least he wouldn't be confused anymore. Likewise if he was straight.
" How about we try to take it slow, here give me your hand." Tony held out his hand, and waited for Tyler to give him his. Slowly, Tony raised the hand to his lips, pressing down on it gently. Tyler looked at him like he had just grown a pair of pink butterfly-wings.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you," Tony answered nonchalantly, kissing Tyler's other hand. It felt weird to Tyler, having someone kiss his hand. Weren't the guy supposed to kiss the girl's hand? Oh right, they were both the guy. The smaller boy held up his hand to Tyler, who looked back at him not understanding.
"Kiss my palm," Tony told him casually, but firmly. Feeling awkward Tyler leaned forward and pressed his lips to the other boy's palm. Tony's palm was incredibly soft, and smelled fantastic, like lavender. Tyler kissed Tony's other palm too, feeling more comfortable, and relishing the sweet smell.
After smelling Tony's palm for some mildly awkward second, awkward for Tony, but completely fine for Tyler, Tyler sat back, looking into the other boy's near-purple eyes. Tyler had never really considered how unique Tony's eye color really was, nor how much like lavender it looked. Even if Tyler felt completely at ease, Tony looked almost scared, but bravely bent forward to kiss Tyler's forhead. As Tyler followed his example, Tony began softly singing the song they were going to perform.
Come, cream away the bliss
Travel the world within my lips
Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams
Haven't you heard the word of your body?
Tyler looked like he had gotten high off of something. His eyes seemed distant, a peaceful expression on his handsome face. He looked quite fascinated as Tony sang, suddenly looking nervous. The older boy didn't see why he was nervous, it was all acting, right? Nothing to worry about. They probably wouldn't feel anything, anyway.
O, you're gonna be wounded
O, you're gonna be my wound
O, you're gonna bruise too
O, I'm gonna be your bruise
Swallowing deeply Tony slowly closed the space between them. Tyler still wore his slightly dopey expression, not really understanding what he had been so afraid of. It was all acting, with no real emotion. Boy, was he wrong. The second Tony's lips were on his own, Tyler's mind exploded. His thoughts stopped making sense, if he had any at all. His mind seemed to shut down, so all there was was him, and Tony. Their lips connected.
Tony's lips were so soft, and the way his lower lip quivered slightly sent shivers down Tyler's spine. There was emotion in it, real emotion. It wasn't full of empty nothingness, like with the girls, but meaningful. In the haze of his discovery Tyler had completely forgotten that he was supposed to pull away. On the contrary he tried to deepen the kiss, but Tony pulled away from him, much to Tyler's disappointment.
"Easy there, tiger," Tony tried to laugh off the initial awkwardness as Tyler realized what he had just done. He had just kissed a boy. And liked it. That was a lot to swallow.
"So, I take it you're ready for our kissing scene, as you didn't exactly run away screaming?" the awkward laugh that followed didn't do much to relieve the tension, it rather added to it. If Tyler felt something when kissing Tony, even if it was just acting, then did that mean he was gay? Would he feel differently now? No, that was silly, wasn't it? Was it?
"Do you want to talk about it?" Tony asked. There it was again, that question. Tyler wasn't used to being asked to talk. He didn't know if it would help anyway, hadn't Tony said that kissing him would help with his confusion? It hadn't, he still felt very much confused. Now he was scared too. Scared of what people would think, what his parents would think. Scared of what his friends would do, or his team-mates for that matter. The thing that seemed to scare him the most was hurting Tony, though.
"Okay, then I'll talk," Tony said, as a few minutes had passed in silence. "When I said I didn't feel anything when kissing girls you seemed to relate. That, at least, tells me that you haven't really liked those girls in the way that you should like someone when you kiss them." Tony searched Tyler's face for signs that he was following. "Ultimately, that's what it comes down to. Who you fall in love with. I suppose you see now that kissing girls won't do you any good, when you're not in love with them. I think you should take some time for yourself, to figure things out."
Saying it seemed to literally hurt Tony, and Tyler felt a sting of guilt, knowing that he had caused that pain. Tony seemed so vulnerable, the way his voice quivered with hurt, and the way he tried to comfort Tyler, while he himself was hurting. It was kind of amazing. Maybe Tyler wasn't so confused after all.
As Monday came around Tyler, Tony, Joshua and Sandy walked into the choir room for the only rehearsal they would have with Will. First Joshua and Sandy would do the beating-scene with Will, while Tyler and Tony rehearsed their scene somewhere else. Then Joshua and Sandy would go and perfect the beating, while Tyler and Tony got to try their scene with Will, before Joshua, Sandy and Will did their other scene. The other scene was the name they preferred for it, even if sex-scene was more accurate.
"Great job, guys!" Will praised when Sandy and Joshua had finished their scene. Joshua sent Sandy a "told you so"-look, that only earned him her sticking her tongue out at him. Mature, really. "Now, you can just go and do your... um, other scene."
Even if they had officially baptized it the other scene, it still felt awkward talking about it.
The rehearsals went very well, considering how awkward things still were between the pairs. Will made some small changes to the scenes, to give them more life. Mrs. Pillsbury measured them for their costumes, even if they would be very simple, they needed costumes to give a better feel of the play.
"Are you sure they're ready for this, Will? I mean, they're kids!" Emma asked after rehearsal, she had seen the other scene, and naturally being Emma, she was concerned with whether letting the kids play such mature roles was healthy.
"I know what you mean, but they want to do this play," Will reasoned. "And quite frankly, I really like it too."
"You guys ready?" Mr. Schue asked Sandy, Tony, Tyler and Joshua as they waited for their "judge" to arrive Tuesday morning. Joshua looked utterly calm, the twins both looked determined and ready, while Tyler looked like he wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground. Still, they all nodded and kept doing their warm-up routines as Will went to greet Michael Gornette, who had just entered the auditorium. He was a balding man probably in his late 40-ties. His stomach bulged slightly, but he carried himself with a sort of respectful grace. Tyler looked even more terrified when he saw the man who would decide whether or not they would get to perform the play.
"Mr. Gornette," Will greeted, taking the slightly taller man's hand and shaking it. Micheal simply nodded, smiling nicely. As Mr. Gornette found his seat waved the children to the front of the stage. They looked very nice in their costumes. The boys in matching school uniforms, that were borrowed from Dalton Academy, as Emma didn't have the time to make three complete uniforms. Maybe they weren't appropriate for the time, but it was the best they could manage. Sandy wore a simple white dress that was cut just above her knee, and she wore gray stockings appropriate for the time.
"Your names, please." Mr. Gornette asked, staring straight at the rather nervous-looking teens. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Tony took one step forward.
"Melchior Tony Turner-Dubois, sir. I play Hanschen." He announced in a clear and sure voice. He had obviously auditioned before. He stepped back again, and Tyler uncertainly stepped forward.
"Tyler Tyson, jr... Sir," he mumbled, not half as sure of himself as Tony. He quickly stepped back again, embarrassed. Tony nudged him in the ribs, mouthing; "Your part." Tyler blushed a deep red, as he realized his mistake. "I play Ernst."
"Sandy Cosette Turner-Dubois, sir. I play Wendla." Sandy said in that exact audition-voice her brother had used. They both seemed so sure of themselves when on stage, they sort of glowed with confidence.
"Joshua Harris, Melchior." Joshua said shortly, not feeling the need to further explain. Micheal Gornette noted all their names, looking at them one by one, before nodding to Mr. Schuester.
"Okay, so Sandy and Joshua, you're first." Mr. Schue instructed, and Tyler quickly stumbled off the stage, Tony following gracefully.
The scene went well, but the beating-scene had never been the problem. Tyler and Tony clapped Joshua encouragingly on the shoulders as he ran off stage, Sandy lying there sobbing brokenly. It always got to Tyler to see her there, so hurt.
Taking deep breaths, Tyler and Tony walked on stage. Or, Tony walked, Tyler more crept, dragging his feet, he was so scared. He had never had stage fright before, but something about having to kiss someone made everything much worse. Their dialogue went well, as it always did,
and Tyler felt himself relax, until Tony began singing, then he felt his nerves creep back.
(This is Tony, This is Tylerand this is both, normal is either all, or spoken)
Come, cream away the bliss
Travel the world within my lips
Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams
Haven't you heard the word of your body?
Tony walked around him, like they had practiced. His hands were almost touching Tyler's hair, but only almost. He kept walking, and Tyler's eyes followed him, as he tried to keep his nerves from getting the better of him.
O, you're gonna be wounded
O, you're gonna be my wound
O, you're gonna bruise too
O, I'm gonna be your bruise
Again Tony's lips were on his, soft and sweet. Tyler felt the same wave of indescribable emotion wash over him, but this time he managed to break away from it to say his line.
"Oh God…"
"I know." Tony said in reply, his head not moving from it's place. "When we look back, thirty years from now, Tonight will seem unbelievably beautiful."
"And…in the meantime?" Tyler asked, his lines flowing freely. He really knew them by heart, with all the rehearsing he and Tony had done he was surprised he didn't recite them in his sleep.
"Why not?" Tony's nonchalant tone sent shivers down Tyler's spine. He had to keep reminding himself that it was only acting. Again their lips met, this time with more passion, and Tyler felt one of Tony's arms around his waist, before he somewhat reluctantly pulled away.
Sandy caught a glimpse of Joshua's disgusted frown as Tony and Tyler kissed. She remembered his comment on Kevin the other night, and decided confronting him was better than letting his ignorant homophobia slide.
"Aren't they cute?" she whispered to him, and ignored his "Are you mad?"-stare. He shook his head violently. "No? I think they are, adorable actually."
"How can you think that? It's creepy!" Joshua whisper-shouted.
"Oh, wake up! This is 2011, not the 19th century!" she whisper-shouted back angrily. People could be so narrow-minded sometimes. Couldn't he see how sweet the two boys were?
O, I'm gonna be wounded
O, I'm gonna be your wound
O, I'm gonna bruise you
O, you're gonna be my bruise
Before they could end their argument the boys on stage had finished their solos and Sandy and Joshua had to sing their back-up vocals. They did to glaring at each other.
O, you're gonna be wounded
O, I'm gonna be your wound
O, you're gonna bruise too
O, I'm gonna be your bruise
Will and Micheal clapped as the song ended and all the kids took center stage to bow. Grinning broadly they took each others hands, and bowed together.
"Lovely, I would love to see this show when it's finished," Mr. Gornette smiled, as the kids let out euphoric squeals of happiness. Will shook the man's hand and thanked him.
So, all the songs are from spring awakening, and so are the lines. I'm sorry if I wrote any of them incorrectly, I do not have the script, so I did it from what I could hear in videos from it.
Well, like I said it's kind of rushed and kind of messy. I was desperately trying to fit in other characters beside Tyler, Tony, Sandy and Joshua, but they were sort of huge in this. Okay, Tyler has gotten sort of huge in all the chapters, I CAN'T HELP IT! He's all too adorable, and confused. And Tony's hands smell like lavender :D I don't know why they smell like lavender, but they do, okay? So, deal with it. Tell me if your character should smell like something special, if you haven't already, most of you haven't. Probably because you didn't know I care, but I do. Also, tell me if you want your character to taste like something special. Like Brittany's armpits, yay :D
I know the kissing scenes were awkward, they were supposed to :P not really, but anyway...
And Isabella is mad and lonely... Chrystal's making out with her brother...
There will probably be one more chapter and then the actual show, or next chapter will be the actual show. I am aware that I wrote some of the scenes here, I won't write the entire play like that in the play episode... So, don't worry... I do have some sort of plan for it :P
I know, long author's not is long. But tell me what you think, what did I do good, what can I improve. Do you think I'm focusing too much on Tyler? Are there any characters you feel like I'm neglecting? Anyone you would like to know more about, just anything really :D
Okay, bye :D