Okay, so I have another chapter for you guys :D Please excuse my typos, I have been really tired just about every time I wrote in this chapter, so bare with me.
"You can't do that!"
"Yes, Micheal, I can," Steve Scrivello replied coldly. He was a fat little man with a bald egg-shaped head. He sat behind his desk, looking at his employee, Micheal Gornette.
"But they're kids, you can't do this to them!" The taller man argued, slamming his big hand into the wooden desk.
"Exactly!" Mr. Scrivello replied, banging his fist into the same desk, the photo of his family falling over. "They're kids, they can't perform this play. It's all too mature for them."
"You said, that if I thought they could do it, they could!" Micheal bit, leaning over the desk toward the shorter man. Micheal was a good head taller when they stood, and he looked even taller when his boss was sitting. Steve was about twice as broad as Micheal, though.
"That was before I saw it myself," Steve defended himself. Micheal didn't know how Mr. Scrivello could have seen it, as no theaters close were doing it, and the Broadway tour had closed. Seeing the confused look on Micheal's face, he explained. "Oh please, it's all over the internet, as long as you know where to look. This is the twenty-first century, Micheal. Get a computer!"
"But," Micheal began, without really having an argument, as he fell back into the chair in front of the desk, beaten. His forehead wrinkled and he massaged his nose with his right hand, a weird habit of his. "But the kids, they've worked so hard."
"They'll learn from it, and their teacher will learn to not put up such vulgar plays again." Steve comforted in a business-like voice. He was smiling, obviously pleased with himself, as he dismissed Micheal, who looked rather beat-down, seeing as he would have to deliver the news to the kids. He stopped dead on his way out, and turned to his boss.
"One night," he said, looking Steve straight in the eye. Mr. Scrivello looked back unimpressed, but Micheal didn't have anything to lose. "Just give them their opening night, that's all I ask. Just so their parents can see it. Please."
Steve rolled the thought over in his head. On one hand, then the parents would get to see their children perform, which would make for happy parents, and maybe some of the kids were good, and would want to keep performing, so they would audition for some of the plays his theaters were doing. That was a good thought, new actors, he always needed fresh young actors. On the other hand, the kids would be performing such a vile play, and maybe they would be tempted into actually doing the things they acted out. Still, they had already rehearsed them, and most of them were probably having sex anyway. Then there were the complaints that were sure to come, but if it was just one night, then most of the seats would be taken by parents. Parents who would most likely be biased by the fact that it was their child performing.
"Fine," Steve agreed, rather unwillingly. Micheal did a small victory-dance, very undignified for a man his age. "But," Micheal stopped dancing, looking directly at his employer, feeling dread wash over him. "Only one night, and I want a ticket, front row."
"Of course, sir," Micheal grinned from ear to ear, as he near-skipped out the door, another very undignified action. When Steve thought about it, the play might not be so bad after all. It did go with the entire "Do not have sex, for you will get pregnant and die"-drill.
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
All will be forgiven
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
All will be forgiven
The entire glee club, except Joshua and Sandy sang the song in a sweet and innocent way. Mentioned exceptions were playing out the other scene, on center stage. Will Schuester sat in the auditorium watching his Glee clubbers rehearse. They were just about ready to perform, only minor changes were being made.
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
All will be forgiven
At first this scene had been the most awkward one in the entire production, but as the cast got more comfortable around each other they came to appreciate it, and see what a beautiful scene it really was.
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
There is love in heaven
All will be forgiven
There is love in heaven
All will be forgiven
The song got more complicated as the different harmonies began overlapping. Still, almost everyone agreed that it was "the complexity of it that truly made the song stand out", as the twins had put it, reminding Will painfully of one Rachel Berry, a former Glee clubber of his.
I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
All will be forgiven
I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
All will be forgiven
I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
All will be forgiven
I believe
There is love in heaven
I believe
All will be forgiven
The glee club was all too concentrated on their harmonies, or acting to notice a teary-eyed, middle-aged man standing in the back of the auditorium watching them. Seeing the kids do so well, proving their talent, was amazing. It was a crying shame only a few people would be able to see them, due to Mr. Scrivello's demand. Still, some people were better than none.
Peace and joy be with them
Harmony and wisdom
Peace and joy be with them
Harmony and wisdom
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh I believe
Everyone noticed Micheal as his clapping broke the silence after the performance. Every head snapped up to look at him, as he calmly walked down the aisle. Micheal felt the tears still burning his eyes, while he looked for a way to explain the situation to the kids.
"Hi, kids," Mr. Gornette smiled sadly at the gang of teenagers. Most of them looked pretty awkward, especially Sandy and Joshua, who looked like they had been "caught in the act", with their rather suggestive pose. "I have some news." The kids looked at each other, some looking scared, while some didn't seem to get it. "My boss, Mr. Scrivello," Sandy, Tony and Kevin snickered. "He wants to stop you guys from performing."
"He cant do that!"
"The hell?"
"No way!"
"But, Mr. Gornette, you said we were allowed," Mr. Schuester reminded, confused. Micheal had given them the green light.
"I did, but it turns out, it wasn't my call after all." Micheal replied sadly, and was met by the confused and crushed faces of 15 high schoolers. "But, I did get him to agree to letting you guys have your opening night. Your parents will get to see you, and maybe a couple of your teachers or friends. It's not much, but it was all I could do."
"Thank you, Micheal, we appreciate the effort." Mr. Schue smiled, even if it didn't really reach his eyes. Mr. Gornette had done more than he could have expected, not everyone would have given him the green light to begin with. At least the parents would see how good their kids were, and maybe some of the other kids at McKinley would see it and want to join. It wasn't optimal, but it was the best the had. "Okay, guys, from the top."
"Mom?" Paige entered the living room uncertainly. Her mother, Linda, sat knitting, like she always did, all too concentrated on that to even look up.
"Yes, Paige?" She said, more to the white socks she was knitting than to her daughter. Paige hardly noticed, she was used to being in the shadow of the unborn baby.
"Remember that play I'm in? The one in Glee club?" Paige began, waiting for her mother to acknowledge it. She only got a slight nod. "Well, we're only going to have one night. Some jerk will only let us perform it once, this Friday, and I wanted you to know. So you'll know when to come?"
Her last sentence turned into more of a "because you are coming, right?". Her rather inattentive mother nodded again, directed at the little white sock. Paige let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Hopefully, when her mother saw the performance she would see that Paige was talented, and that girls could sing low.
"Hey, babe," Felix Zhang said in a seductive voice as Liberty closed her locker, startling her.
"Okay, first of all, I'm not your babe," Liberty clarified, looking up at the Asian jock. "Weren't you dating that Sophie-girl?" Felix shrugged noncommittally at her question, leaning against the lockers. "And second of all, you scared me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Felix apologized, in a voice that was somewhere between falsely lying, and being honest, she couldn't decide which. "I thought you might want help with those books." He grabbed her books from her, sternly enough to not give her a choice, but gently enough to just seem polite.
"Okay, but why?" Liberty inquired, boys like Felix were never nice to you, unless they wanted something. Still, carrying her books was sweet of him, and he was very handsome. She liked how he didn't look like all the other guys in school. With his Korean origin he really stood out.
"Because I want to ask you out," Felix declared, matter-of-factly. The way he got straight to the point like that, ruined the romantic feel of the book-carrying, but still sort of blew her mind. "This Saturday, Breadstix, eight o'clock."
Just as Liberty was about to answer him, the Asian boy handed her her books back and made his way quickly to another classroom, leaving her an incoherent mess. Boy, did that guy know how to mess with a girl's head.
Nicole was trying desperately to get the slushy out of her orange-reddish hair, which had turned blue by the slushy. She had cried the first time someone had given her a slushy-facial, but she was getting used to it. While trying to get some very resistant slushy out of her hair, she heard a stifled sob from one of the stalls. Normally, she would just have tried to ignore, being too shy to do something about it, but these sobs sounded familiar.
Slowly, and rather nervously, Nicole made her way over to the stall she heard the sobs coming from. "You can do this. Maybe they need you, you have to help," kept replaying itself in her head, mentally pushing her toward the door. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Nicole pushed the door open slowly, to reveal Catarine, sitting on the toilet crying.
"Catarine?" Nicole hesitantly addressed the cheerio sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands.
"What?" Catarine barked, clearly not wanting Nicole's help. The shy girl nearly turned and ran out, but barely managed to stop herself, she wasn't going to leave someone who was crying. Nervously Nicole took a small step closer to Catarine to close the door. The girl with multicolor hair looked up at her questioningly. "What are you doing?"
"I- I just want to help," Nicole tried, gently sitting down on the bathroom floor. Catarine did not plan to let anyone "help" her, because the ones that had tried, had only forced their opinion on her, and not actually helped her.
"If you just want to tell me what do, then you can just go screw yourself!" Catarine spit, more tears falling own her face. She was sick of people trying to make her see things their way. It was her life, and not to mention her baby, not theirs!
"That's not what I- what I came for," Nicole explained, looking to the bathroom floor for some way to continue. She felt her throat closing up, just like the last time. "I just want you to know that, that you're not alone."
"What do you mean?" Catarine's deep brown eyes boring into Nicole's down-turned face. The less athletic girl was at a loss of words, how did you tell someone something like this?"I am alone. Coach Sylvester just kicked me off the cheerios, now I'm just a glee club loser."
"Exactly!" Nicole exclaimed, looking up at the ex-cheerio, who looked back, both confused and slightly offended.
"What? Telling me I'm a loser is supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean that you've got us, the glee club." Nicole smiled halfway, trying to comfort the other girl. "You've got someone who understands."
"Aside from how cheesy that was, I just want to say that no one understands!" Catarine barked, not caring if the other girl saw her break down. Nicole was startled by the sudden anger, and fell back against the stall-door. "How could they? So what if Paige's mom, and the twins' mom have been here, that does not mean they understand! The twins haven't even met their mom!"
"I understand," Nicole stated simply, ignoring how cheesy she sounded. Catarine looked back down at her, looking tired, and opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off. "Don't say that I don't! Because I do."
"How?" Catarine asked icily, and Nicole was taken aback. She hadn't said it out loud for years, she had never said it to someone who wasn't family, or a psychiatrist. Catarine looked down at the green-eyed girl expectantly.
"I- I was," Nicole stumbled, her mind racing to find the words, and her throat closing up again.
"See? You don't understand!" Catarine accused, as Nicole didn't seem able to do anything but open and close her mouth mindlessly.
"Iwasraped," the words fell out of her mouth rapidly, much to rapidly and quietly for Catarine to hear. Still, having said it helped a little, gave her the strength to say it in an understandable manner. "I was raped."
Catarine's mind went blank, and suddenly she was the one doing the fish-on-land impersonation. How could Nicole keep something like that hidden? How could she not tell people? But what did being raped, have to do with getting knocked-up? Unless...
"And you got pregnant?" The roles reversed completely as Nicole began crying, tears streaming down her face freely. It still felt good though, to have told someone. At a loss of what to do, Catarine put an arm around the other girl, trying to comfort her. She didn't know what to say to Nicole. What did you say to a girl who had been raped, gotten pregnant from it, and now cried with you in a freaking restroom!
"I am so sorry," Catarine whispered, realizing how heart-less she had been, yelling at Nicole like that. The crying girl didn't even seem to notice the apology, but kept sobbing into Catarine's shoulder. "I didn't mean what I said, I didn't know, I didn't-"
Neither girl had anything more to say, so they simply cried, letting it all out. Nicole cried into Catarine's shoulder, who cried with her face hidden in Nicole's hair. They couldn't hear if anyone entered the bathroom, both all too caught up in their own little world. It was good, crying like that. Neither Catarine, nor Nicole, had really cried about it. Nicole had cried a lot, but it had ceased quickly and left her with numbness. Time seemed to pass unnoticed as they let the tears fall, eventually running out of tears.
"I'm not keeping it," Catarine whispered, her voice feeling rusty from disuse. Nicole simply looked up at her, not judging at all. It felt like a great burden had been lifted from Catarine's shoulders, having said it. "I can't, I just, can't."
"I understand," Nicole nodded, her green eyes still staring into Catarine's deep brown ones. Neither girl had ever felt so accepted as they did just then, like it didn't matter how bad things had been up until now, because now they both understood.
Another thing the girls had in common, was that they had both been completely oblivious to the smell that infected the restroom, up until this point. All of a sudden they both noticed the terrible smell that usually is in local restrooms.
"God, it stinks in here!" Catarine exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Nicole nodded, mimicking Catarine's nose wrinkling, and stood up to exit the stall. Catarine quickly followed, and the girls left the bathroom together, ignoring their spoiled make-up.
The auditorium was positively buzzing with nervousness and excitement. 15 high schoolers in full costume waited back-stage, eager to start the show. Some of them had to split their part, one of them taking the solos in the group number, and another taking the solosong, so they would all get to perform. Nicole and Seth looked like they were about to puke, they were green enough at least. Sandy and Tony looked more like kids waiting for Santa Claus, their eyes big and expecting. Joshua sat mumbling lines to himself, trying to keep his nerves under control, while Tyler was freaking out, listing everything that could go wrong, while Tony tried calming him, without much success. Kevin and Paige sat doing something that looked very much like meditating. The cheerios and jocks looked more like they were preparing for a football game, than for a performance, but Will wasn't going to stop them.
"Okay guys, you ready?" Will asked looking at the glee club. He was answered by some excited murmurs, some nervous ones, and a head-shake from Tyler, Seth and Nicole. Will couldn't help but be nervous for them, he knew they could do it, but the butterflies were still there in the pit of his stomach. "I know you can do this kids, you'll be amazing! We're on in a couple minutes, so try to be calm and just enjoy yourselves."
"They better do good, Gornette," Mr. Scrivello warned his employee, who sat beside him in the auditorium. Micheal had seen them, and knew they would, but couldn't quite be calm anyway.
"They will, sir," he reassured, even if he was a little unsure. "They will."
The lights were dimmed, and the audience fell silent, leaving only the charged silent of before a show. The curtains opened to reveal Sandy, standing in the middle of the stage, singing out to the crowd. At the end of Sandy's song Chrystal ran in, and the play began fully.
The show went smoothly, except for a little line-mixing and someone placing themselves a little off their mark, nothing went wrong. The audience laughed, and cried at the right places, at least most of them. Will felt his heart swell with pride as he watched his glee club bow together, huge smiles on their faces.
"Oh honey, you were amazing!"
"Wow, never saw that one coming!"
"Didn't know you had it in you!"
"I'm so proud of you!"
Joyous statements from proud family members sounded around Paige as she looked for her mother and stepfather. She saw two men talking to Sandy and Tony, obviously their dads, a man with orange hair and a pale complexion stood with a blond woman talking to Chrystal. A man with graying hair, a pretty woman with brown hair, Jasper and two other boys who looked a lot like him were smiling and laughing together. Paige saw the other families as well, but not her own. She couldn't find her mom, and as most who didn't have any connection to the performers left, it became painfully clear that they weren't there. They had ditched her, after promising they'd come.
"Nice acting, kiddo," a man in his early twenties grinned, slinging an arm casually around Tyler's shoulders. The black-haired boy looked up at his much taller, older brother. "Proud of you, bro."
"Thanks," Tyler smiled at Calvin, his second-oldest brother. He wasn't as close with Calvin as he was with Sean, but they were still brothers, and hearing your brother say he was proud of you was kind of a big deal. Tyler couldn't see his other older brother, Jacob, looking at him funny, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Hey, Missy!" Mr. Scrivello called out to Sandy, who turned her head in his direction. They silently measured each other, taking the other in. Sandy still wore her white dress and gray stockings, Mr. Scrivello wore a black suit. "I'm Steve Scrivello, and I own all the local theaters here, but I suppose you know that." Sandy nodded courtly, her business-face in place. "And I want to make you my new star!"
Sandy's eyes went wide and her face broke into a huge grin. Being a star was all she had ever wanted. Before she let herself get carried away she scanned Mr. Scrivello's face for a sign of dishonesty, and found none.
"Really?" Sandy squeaked excitedly, nearly jumping up and down. Steve nodded, a pleased grin on his face, and Sandy tackled him with a hug, or tried anyway, her being all to small to properly hug the fat man. "Thank you!"
"You okay?" Kevin walked over to Paige, who looked lost. Her near-black eyes were big and seemed watery. When she saw him she quickly blinked and plastered a fake smile on her face, he could see right through it.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said with false cheer. Kevin wanted to tell her how fake she sounded, but if she didn't want to talk about it, he probably shouldn't push her. She seemed to fragile at the moment. Inside Paige was fighting her emotions, trying to keep them under control. She was saddened by being let down like that. She was furious, at being lied to, but most of all she was hurt. Her own mother had failed her. Paige felt like throwing up.
"Why didn't you come?" Paige stormed into the living room, where her mother sat knitting and her stepfather watched TV. The both sat on the loveseat, looking disgustingly like a happy little family-to-be. Only Paige didn't fit in, she never had.
"What do you mean, Paige?" Linda asked, but it wasn't a genuine reaction, her mother knew what Paige meant. The fake surprise was prominent on the brown-haired woman's pretty face.
"You know what I mean!" Paige snapped back, tears welling up in her eyes. She had thought they would at least acknowledge it. But no, not her mother. Her mother would rather pretend everything was fine, just like she pretended Paige wasn't really hers.
"Don't talk to your mother like that, Paige." Her stepfather, John, said calmly, looking away from the TV, to bore his gaze into Paige's. He had cold blue eyes, she always felt like he could see into her soul.
"You promised! How could you? You said you'd be there!" Paige spat ignoring her stepfather's warning, as hot tears streamed down her face. He looked at her sternly, his face looked like it was carved in stone. Paige's mother kept her fake offended expression, while Paige could see in her eyes she knew she had done wrong by Paige. "You promised."
All those years of neglect washed over her. How her mother had changed from that loving, and goofy person Paige had loved, to some rich man's trophy wife. The little comments on Paige's appearance, and voice. The looks. Everything flooded over her as she felt more tears fall.
"But that's just what you do, huh? You say something, and then change. You turn yourself into the victim, because you can't stand the thought of having done something wrong." Paige shouted at her mother, who was also crying by now. Her stepfather stood up, warning in his stormy eyes. "You're weak! You're manipulative and weak!"
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" John yelled, taking a step toward Paige, who didn't even blink.
"You are nothing but a selfish, lying bitch!"
John grabbed Paige's shoulders and shoved her into the wall, hard. The back of her head collided first, sending a wave of pain through her head. Her mouth flew open and her eyes went wide. They had never physically abused her before, both John and Linda looked shocked, but John still looked furious. Paige's mind had stopped working the second her head crashed into the wall, and she hardly managed to realize what happened when John's flat hand hit her cheek, leaving it burning.
Paige stood frozen, her mother and stepfather too. Her mother's knitting needles fell out of her hands, but she didn't care to do anything about it. The only sound in the room came from the TV, which was still on. The cheers from the TV contrasted heavily with the tension that filled the room. John looked shocked at what he had done, he had hit a child. An innocent child. Linda looked as shocked as he did. Slowly Paige began realizing it too.
Paige snapped her head up to look him in the eye. All her hurt, shock and disgust filled her eyes. Half consciously she turned to leave, but just as she was walking out John grabbed her wrist. She turned around sharply, meeting his gaze again.
"Don't," she whispered, and he let go, looking at her with empty eyes. Without thinking her body made it's way out of the door, walking determinedly away from the house. She didn't know where, just away. The sky was dark, and she wouldn't have been able to see anything, if not for the streetlamps. Her tears kept clouding her vision, making seeing even harder.
The couldn't believe it, they had never hit her before, never. They had never even been close. Paige felt her cheek burn like some fire burnt under her skin. She had never been hit, not by anyone. Joshua had hit Sandy the week before, but it was different to be hit. She couldn't understand how Sandy had forgiven Joshua so quickly, she certainly couldn't see herself forgiving John, at least not in a long time. Her feet kept carrying her off to somewhere, the houses became smaller, the street not as well lit. Suddenly she felt the cold wind stab her, she hadn't thought about taking a coat. All of a sudden she realized that she had no idea where she was. The only thing in her mind had been getting away, she hadn't thought about where "away" would be.
The neighborhood was not as nice as the one where her stepfather's mansion was, but not as shabby as it could have been. The houses were of pretty average size, more like the kind she would like to live in when she grew up. She saw a boy with black walk out of one of them, a bag, probably filled with thrash, slung over his rather narrow shoulders. He wasn't very tall, probably not much taller than she was. Something about him seemed familiar. The boy throw the bag into the garbage can.
"Hey, who's there?" The boy asked loudly, looking in her direction. When he spoke she realized it was Kevin from glee club, thank god. She half-ran toward him, to greet him, not quite trusting her voice. "Hey, Paige! What are you- Heck! What happened to your cheek?"
Before Paige could answer he took her hand and she followed him toward his house.
"Come on, it's freezing outside!" He showed her in, and she entered one of the coziest houses she had never seen. It was rather small and cramped, but still there seemed to be just enough room for about three people to live comfortably there. Just about everything was in warm colors, and the house seemed warm and welcoming. "I know it's not exactly a palace, but it's home."
Just kicking off his shoes, Kevin showed Paige to the bathroom. Ordering her to sit on the toilet, he found a towel and let cold water run over it, before handing it to Paige. He seemed a little too experienced with bruises like this. Gratefully Paige took it and pressed it to her cheek, and felt the throbbing pain being soothed.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Kevin asked, leaning against the sink. Even if he was practically in the other end of the room, they were still pretty close because the bathroom was so small. Paige didn't quite know if she wanted to tell him, she didn't know him that well and she still couldn't quite believe she had been hit like that. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me."
"Why are you being so helpful?" Paige asked, looking into his gray eyes. It wasn't like they were close, sure she thought he was a cool guy and all, but she didn't really know him. He looked very sad when she asked, like her question hurt him. She had no clue why.
"Isn't it what every sane person should do?" He asked her, but he didn't really sound like he believed it. Kevin looked down at her with that sad expression again, and she looked back up at him. "And, well, I'm in love with you."
"No, you're not," she replied monotonously. She was all for helping, but you did not joke with love. You did not tell someone you were in love with them, especially not when mentioned someone had just been slapped. "You're gay."
"No, I'm not," he replied, letting out a sad chuckle. He looked down at the floor not meeting her eyes. Paige felt guilty at once, she had just assumed he was gay, but never once asked him. No one had asked him, and yet everyone had just thought so. Still, what straight guy wore a rainbow-scarf? "But my brother was."
"Oh, I didn't know you have a brother," Paige said, not catching the past-tense.
"I don't, but I did." Kevin explained, and again Paige felt the guilt wash over her. Again, she had assumed things. Way to go. "He was my hero, I practically worshiped the ground he walked on. I thought he was the coolest guy on earth, and I didn't understand why no one else saw it. The thought he was too weird, too different. They bullied him, beat him." Kevin's face grew stoney and his eyes distant as he spoke of his brother. "He was very out and proud, I think that's why it was so bad for him." Kevin swallowed hard. "One night he had been beaten real bad, he had been at a party, he hadn't done anything wrong, but still they beat him. He didn't have his phone on him, so he couldn't call anyone, and no one would borrow him one. He had to drive himself. The doctors said he had two broken ribs, and a sprained wrist, and he had to drive. We don't know exactly what happened, but drove off the road and into some trees." Kevin drew a shaky breath, before continuing his eyes full of tears. "He was in a coma for two days before he died. I never got to say goodbye to him, not properly anyway. He is the reason I wear my scarf, it was really his."
"I'm so sorry," Paige whispered, her own eyes filled with tears. Kevin kept avoiding her eyes, staring at the floor. She felt sorry for him, everyone judged him before they even knew why he did what he did. If they had only known about Kevin's brother they would have shut up. A lot of people did dumber things in honor of the ones they had loved and lost, why did Kevin have to be bullied for it?
"It's okay, you didn't know," Kevin whispered back, finally looking at her. His eyes were still blank, but he seemed less sad. Paige smiled a small smile, before standing up and hugging the curly-haired boy. He hugged her back, burying his face in the nook where her neck meet her shoulder. They both let the tears stream down their faces, while they simply held on to each other. Suddenly, the world looked just a little brighter.
The song is I believe from Spring Awakening, if you didn't get that.
I have a couple things to say;
First of all, you guys are awesome :D I mean it, your reviews really help me, so thank you. And thanks for letting me play with your characters, who are also awesome :D
Secondly, tell me if there is anything off, like always. If someone acts weirdly, if anything just seems plain weird. Or if you have a special someone you would like to see together with your character, though I doubt I'll listen to those, because I have plans for most of the characters.
Thirdly, this is just for Lovefuinn, so if you're not lovefuinn you can just skip this. It's about your character, Evan Hudson. I would love to include him, but first of all I'll need you to fill out the entire form, just so I know more about him. Secondly, I'm sorry, but Finn and Quinn can't be his parents because in this story they would be around 21 years old, not nearly old enough to have a son in high school. I also don't think I can have him get together with Bea, as I have already got so many character's to keep track of. I can however, let him get together with another cheerleader. Also his audition song, can you tell me the artist, because I found several songs called "I found love" so I don't know which one you mean. Could you also give me some more detail on his personality? It could help me get inspired, and in a story like this with so many characters I need to see who inspires me to find out who gets story lines.(as you can probably tell Tyler has inspired me). I don't mean to sound rude, and if I do I'm sorry.
I might need a couple Warblers later, and I'll let you guys make those too. I can't accept every warbler though, and they won't be as important as the New Directions characters, but I'll still need them. Maybe I'll just mention the names of the warblers that aren't really in the story, and use them later, I'll see. I will pick the Warblers I think are the most interesting/fit my plan the best, and tell you who I pick in the next chapter I think.
Warblers form:
Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Family:
Appearance:
Insecurity: (the one thing(or a couple if you want to) about him that he would like to change, but can't because he was born that way/ what his insecurity shirt would say)
Likes/loves:
Dislikes/hates:
Crush/relationship:
What he likes in a crush/looks for in a partner:
Household:
What they thinks of themselves:
Clique:
strengths:
Weaknesses:
Background history: (why is he at Dalton, was he bullied, is it because it's a good school?)
Religion:
Vocal range/voice:
Favorite genre of music:
Habits/nervous habits/phobias:
Hobbies/obsessions:
Personality:
Anything you want to happen to your character:
Anything you don't want to happen to your character:
Anything else:
It's not very different from the normal form, but I don't need to know some things, like what instrument he plays, because he most likely will not play it as the warblers are an a Capella choir. If you feel it's really important write it in the "anything else".
By the way, if any of you need a Beta reader, I would love the job :D Especially if you're writing a submit story ;)
I'll try to update once a week, and I'll try to keep all the chapters about 5000 words.
And I know this was like the longest author's note ever.
Again, you guys are awesome and tell me what you think.
NB! After posting this I found out that I will not only be needing Warblers, I'll need some other new characters too. Again, these will be minor characters, but I still really need them. Again, I probably can't accept them all, but a few would be nice. Feel free to post more than one :)
Minor character form:
Name:
Age: (between 15 and 25)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Family: (not very important)
Appearance:
School:(if your character goes to school)
Insecurity: (the one thing(or a couple if you want to) about him/her that he/she would like to change, but can't because he/she was born that way/ what his/her insecurity shirt would say)
Likes/loves:
Dislikes/hates:
Crush/relationship:
What he/she likes in a crush/looks for in a partner:
Household:
What they thinks of themselves:
strengths:
Weaknesses:
Background history:
Religion:
Vocal range/voice:
Favorite genre of music:
Instrument:
Habits/nervous habits/phobias:
Motivation for being in Glee:
Hobbies/obsessions:
Personality:
Anything you want to happen to your character:
Anything you don't want to happen to your character:
Anything else:
These minor characters will all be actor working for Mr. Scrivello. I don't want them to go to McKinley, but a warbler can also be one of the actors. I do want at least one of the warblers to be an actor too. Like I've said earlier, I love detail :D If you have a warbler, who is also actor, then use the actor form, and state that he is a warbler too in the "anything else".
Klainebows and Klisses
Laiquahen