Added more to the authors note at the end! Important!(sort of)
Happily skipping down the stairs, Sandy headed toward the exit of the theater after her meeting with Steve Scrivello. She was positively buzzing with energy at the thought of doing community theater again. Back in New York she had starred in several Broadway plays, but except Spring Awakening she hadn't done much theater after they moved to Lima. The opportunity to act again thrilled her.
As she made her way toward the door, she heard someone playing the piano. The sound stopped her dead in her tracks. It was a simple melody, and it sounded strangely familiar, like a song you listened to constantly long ago, and heard again. She felt like something was missing from it though, like it originally had something more, like drums accompanying it. Whoever was playing had obviously not bothered with it.
Listening closely to find out where the sound came from, Sandy silently entered one of the rehearsal rooms, a small, and quite intimate room with a stage and chairs. There was a black piano on the stage, and a tall figure sat playing, his back to her. The boy was far too deep into his piano playing, to even notice Sandy walking toward him. He sat with his profile toward her, his back ramrod straight.
Everyone's around
No words are coming out
And I can't find my breath,
can we just say the rest with no sound?
And none of this is enough
His voice was clearly strong, and if Sandy should guess what his vocal range was she would guess somewhere between a baritone and a tenor. He was seemed deeply concentrated, and even if she was just a couple meters from the stage he didn't see her.
I still don't measure up
And I'm not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it
And now I do, want you to know I hold you up above everyone
Finally remembering what song the boy was singing, Sandy joined in where she knew the female lead on the song was. When Sandy joined the boy, he was clearly startled, having been far too removed from the world. His head snapped up to inspect the intruder, but he kept playing. He was very handsome, and very "clean"-looking. His blonde hair was neat, his skin completely acne-free, his cheekbones high and his eyes were a dark brown.
And I do, want you to know I think you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you
(I, would)
As the boy kept playing Sandy sang the next verse, trying hard to remember all the lyrics. She let her fingers dance on the piano, a strange habit she had whenever she was trying to remember something. While singing she walked along the edge of the piano, until she was on the end opposite of the handsome boy.
I thought I saw a sign'
Somewhere between the lines
Or maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want
Well I still have your letter
Just got caught between someone I just invented
Who I really am
And who I've become
The boy joined in again as the chorus came around. Their voices sounded very good together, and they had obvious chemistry. Somehow the boy managed to play flawlessly, without breaking eye contact with her. She noticed how neatly his clothes were pressed, and that he was wearing a blue collared shirt. Sandy couldn't see what jeans he was wearing, but judging by the rest of the boy, she'd guess some kind of designer jeans.
And now I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do want you to know I think you'd be good to me, and I'd be so good to you
(Woah oh woah oh oh woah oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh etc.)
Yeaahhhh, yeahhh
I, I, would.
And I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone
And I do
Want you to know I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be so good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be good to you
I'd be so good to you
The boy sang the last line looking Sandy straight in the eye, smiling slightly. Sandy smiled as well, feeling the thrill of a good duet. Still smiling the boy stood up and walked elegantly toward her.
"River Talcott," the boy introduced himself, taking Sandy's delicate hand and kissing it softly. Most people would probably be freaked, or feel awkward at the gesture, but Sandy enjoyed the old-fashioned greeting. She felt rather flattered, actually.
"Sandy Cosette Turner-Dubois," she replied, still looking into the tall boy's dark brown eyes. He was very tall, at least, when compared to herself, but then again, everyone was tall when compared to her.
"Ah, so you're the new girl." River said, mildly surprised. Sandy was very surprised he recognized her name, or even knew it at all. She hadn't expected that the boy was an actor there, but in hindsight she probably should have guessed it.
"So you know?"
"Not much I don't, at least not about what goes on around here," River flashed her a bright million dollar smile. He kept his perfect posture when standing too.
"So you know which play we'll be doing?" Mr. Scrivello had refused to tell her for some reason. He probably thought she'd tell the other actors, and it was supposed to be a surprise.
"No clue," River answered, but he didn't seem to care much either. "Mr. Scrivello never lets anyone know before the big announcement, they always make it a big deal. I don't really think Mr. Scrivello cares much about it, but I suppose he likes keeping us in the dark." River rolled his eyes slightly. "Anyway, I need to go, but I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, sure," Sandy breathed, trying to be nonchalant, and failing miserably. River turned on his heel and walked out with long strides. He was certainly the most interesting guy she had meet in a while.
"Congratulations," Will beamed at the Glee club, who immediately began cheering, their post-performance high returning. "On your amazing performance on Friday! You guys were awesome, and everyone did great!"
All the kids smiled, Seth shyly, while the twins beamed with self-satisfaction. None of them seemed to care that they only got one night, they had got to perform it, which was enough. Some of them had never performed in front of a crowd before, so doing a play for an audience was a huge step for them.
"But guys, let's not forget that sectionals are in less than two weeks, and we still don't have a setlist." Will reminded, and the kids grew quiet at once. The air seemed charged with both excitement and nervousness. They had been so zoomed in on Spring Awakening, they had forgotten all about sectionals. "Today, I got the list of our competition. We're up against the Chickadees, and the Warblers. Some of you probably know them from last year."
Nicole and Jasper nodded, some looked confused, probably wondering what birds had to do with show-choirs and the rest looked completely indifferent.
"Well, we need to figure out a good setlist, because the songs are like the skeleton for a performance. After we pick the songs, you guys have to give it some flesh and blood, making it come to life." Will explained enthusiastically, firing up the twins, but most of the club didn't get it. First birds, then skeletons? What did they have to do with their setlist? "So, any suggestions?"
Will had learned from his previous years, he had learned to let the kids choose more. They usually did just a little better when they wanted to do the song, and they weren't being forced. He did of course come with suggestions of his own, and he did help them get the discussion on the right track, but mostly the kids decided.
"I say we do something from Broadway," Tony suggested at once, and was backed up by a nodding Sandy. "It's something the judges relate to and-"
"Haven't we done enough musicals?" Nathaniel shot them down, getting agreeing mutter from most of the jocks and cheerios. The twins rolled their, but didn't push it, they had mostly done musical-tunes after all.
"Some classic rock?"
"Something new!"
"Gaga?"
"No way!"
"Hey, Mr. Schue?" A voice Will recognized from Spanish-class broke through the discussion. He turned to see a tall Asian boy with short, frayed hair standing by the door. Unlike most people who joined he didn't seem nervous at all, but he didn't seem excited like most others did either. Felix looked very relaxed, actually. "I want to audition."'
Most of the glee club looked absolutely stunned, their mouths hanging open. Felix had always hated the Glee club, why would he want to audition. Just two weeks earlier before he had declared what big losers they were for choosing Glee over a party. Suddenly, he wanted to join? Something was very off.
"So, I'll have to sing something for you, right?" Felix asked, and Will nodded. He was rather surprised himself, but he wasn't going to stop someone from joining. "Okay, Fuck you by Cee Lo."
Mr. Schue raised his eyebrows at the jock, who at first didn't seem to get what the look meant, before he rolled his eyes.
"Fine, forget you, then."
I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and I'm like,
Forget you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough I'm like,
Forget you!
And forget her too!
The kid was good, but he clearly hadn't done much singing before. He was confident, and he had a nice and steady rhythm. The rest of the club obviously knew the song, because most of them were them lip-synching along, or singing the back-up vocals, and all were dancing in their seats.
I said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some sh*t? (ain't that some sh*t?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Forget you!
Oo, oo, ooo
Felix really seemed to like the spotlight, smiling and giving it his best shot. The censor of the song seemed to annoy him a little, as he had probably rehearsed singing "Fuck you". Still, he managed to sing "forget", at least most of the time.
Yeah I'm sorry, I can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean I can't get you there.
I guess he's an xbox and I'm more atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh sh*t she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
I see you driving 'round town
With the girl I love and I'm like,
Forget you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough I'm like,
Forget you!
And forget her too!
Felix had let out the second verse, just to not make it such a long song. As the last part of the song came around, Felix walked toward Liberty, who sat singing and dancing in her seat. He looked her in the eyes as he sang the last part, grinning.
Now baby, baby, baby, why d'you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mamma but she told me
"this is one for your dad"
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy lady? Oh! I love you oh!
I still love you. Oooh!
For the last chorus Felix grabbed Liberty's hand and dragged her with him to the center, dancing with her. The rest of the club got the hint, and soon they were all dancing, most quite clumsily. Will couldn't help but laugh at the sight of 16 high school students dancing like nobody could see them. Paige, the twins and Joshua actually looked very cool, while Jasper, Nicole, Kevin, Ramiele, Nathaniel, Tyler were almost as bad as Finn had been.
I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and I'm like,
Forget you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough I'm like,
Forget you!
And forget her too!
I said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some sh*t? (ain't that some sh*t?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Forget you!
Oo, oo, ooo
"Well, welcome to the Glee Club, Felix!" Will smiled at his expanded Glee club.
"We can't just ignore it forever you know," Kevin said quietly, as he and Paige sat in the living room, watching some TV show or other. She had been living with his family ever since the "incident". His parents completely understood, and treated her like she was their own, or at least their niece. Paige froze, as she realized that she couldn't put off talking about it. Not forever at least.
"Maybe not, but I don't want to yet." She replied, closing herself off from him. It wasn't that he wasn't an amazing guy, and he had been nothing but good to her after the "incident", but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. "I'm just not ready."
Kevin understood it was hard to talk about, but she couldn't just shove it under the carpet and ignore it. It hurt a little too, knowing she wouldn't talk about it with him, hadn't he bared his soul to her telling her about his brother? If she wasn't ready there was nothing he could do but wait.
Seth followed Nicole with his eyes as she walked past him in the hall. He felt like a stalker, just watching her from a distance like that, but not building the courage to actually do something about it. Still, he was all too shy to ask her out, at least when she was around other people. Lately she had been almost glued to Catarine's side, making it impossible for Seth to do anything. No matter how much Nicole tried to not be noticed, he couldn't help but pay attention to her.
Seth often wished he wasn't so shy. He didn't really need to be, did he? It wasn't like he had that much to be insecure about, but he still was. Sure, he was a bit too thin, and worked out like crazy to get more muscles, but he wasn't that bad, was he? Still, Nicole hardly seemed to notice him, and as long as he didn't dare do something about it, he supposed things wouldn't change.
He didn't get how the other guys did it. To them it looked so easy, they just walked up the the girl and asked her out. Or they just took her hand and she fell in their arms. Seth wasn't brave enough to do that, but maybe that was what he would have to do. Maybe he just had to take a chance.
"Nikki, will you come with me to the doctor tomorrow?" Catarine asked, partially embarrassed that she had to ask. She just didn't want to go alone, and Nicole seemed to be her only friend. They were walking down the hall on their home. The green-eyed girl was surprised, but quickly agreed. Nicole didn't want to let down her new-found friend, at least not when she needed her like that.
"Great, it's about you-know-what," Catarine breathed out, releasing the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. They had agreed to call her abortion the "you-know-what", just because it was easier to say. Catarine's older brother, Nikko, had come with her the first time she visited the doctor, because she was under-age he had to sign a from to let her have the abortion. After their parents died, Nikko had been like a parent to Catarine and their little sisters Mia and Elizabeth. It was hard on him, but he did good. "It's just to make sure I want to do it."
"Kids, I've got the song for us." Mr. Schue grinned as he entered the choir room to find the glee club sitting there waiting for him. Most of them lit up at his words, they were running out of time, trying to find the right setlist. "But, I'm not going to tell you yet."
"Why?"
", we don't have much time!"
"You're not serious!"
"The hell?"
"Guys, guys! Relax, just because I'm not saying which song it is, that doesn't mean we won't be working toward sectionals." Will answered cryptically. None of the kids understood, how could they work on a song, when they didn't know which song it was? "We'll be working on your outfits. Because we'll be doing some very special outfits."
Again, he was met with blank or confused faces. How could their outfits be more important than their actual performance?
"A couple years back, we did this song, Born this way, where the club wore white t-shirts with an insecurity printed on it. We'll be doing that, but with a twist," Will was still being very mysterious, and the club still very much confused. Mr. Schuester couldn't help but smile at the looks on their faces. "You'll each wear a t-shirt with your biggest flaw on the front, or a thing your vulnerable about, and on the back we'll have your best trait. Got it?"
"What exactly do you mean, Mr. Schue?" Sandy asked, saying out loud what everyone wondered. Did he mean like something people bullied them for? Something they disliked about themselves?
"I mean, that you should find a word, or a phrase that shows something that people can use against you, or maybe something you use against yourself." Will tried to explain. It was hard to describe what he was looking for, but he tried to keep it as open as possible, to get the best words possible. "Maybe it's not necessarily something negative, but it tends to get in your way. Like being gay."
"So, you want us to just tell the world stuff like that?"
"Yes," Will confirmed, nodding. "But I also want you to find one thing you love about yourself, and these things don't have to be about your personality, they can be physical. For example, I've got a butt-chin. I'll leave you to your brain-storming."
Everyone felt kind of awkward talking about their insecurities with a bunch of people, so they split in smaller groups, to try and get used to the thought of telling the world such dark secrets. Sandy, Tony and Tyler sat together, along with Catarine and Nicole, Jasper, Kevin, Paige, Ramiele and Seth also sat together, while most of the jocks and cheerios sat together.
"Oh, and guys? Try to be original, and be creative with how you voice your flaw or trait."
To some, one or both words came quickly, while to others it was very hard to either decided which trait they wanted or how to phrase it. While a few kept changing their minds all the time. Catarine chose "preggers" as her flaw, because a lot of people used it against her. Liberty suggested "bitch" as Chrystal's flaw, which ended in a cat-fight Felix and Nathaniel broke up quickly. Paige went back and forward a lot before settling for "Bullhead" as her flaw. Sandy immediately called dibs on "Triple threat", and ended with "Pushy" for her flaw. As both Seth and Nicole were painfully shy, they decided that Seth could have "shy", while Nicole went for "timid".
"Chrystal, why don't you go for ginger?" Nathaniel mocked her, looking at the cheerio with a mischievous grin.
"My hair is cobber red, you a-hole!" She snapped back, sending him her sharpest bitch-glare. Nathaniel just rolled his eyes and snickered. He didn't care if Chrystal thought he was a jerk, she was just some other chick anyway. "Oh, and I think we found your flaw!"
"Very funny," Nathaniel bit back sarcastically. Kevin decided his flaw would be "misunderstood", which earned him sympathetic and understanding looks from Jasper and Paige. Tyler picked "dwarf" for his flaw, which resulted in Tony giving him a very pointed look. After a short discussion Isabella settled for "Rich Bitch". Paige suggested "Gentleman" for Kevin's trait.
"Fatty," Ramiele said quietly, but determinedly. She got a lot of weird looks that clearly said; "But your not fat." "I know I'm not really fat, but a lot of times a feel like it. The way people look at me, when I have to look for bigger jeans."
Most of the others had just grabbed the first, and not too humiliating, flaw they found, while Ramiele had laid it all on the line. Maybe she wasn't really fat, but she was bigger than most of the girls their age, which made her feel like it.
"You know, maybe Bitch isn't so bad," Chrystal muttered, sounding slightly reluctant, but still willing to go with it. Liberty snickered, while Nathaniel looked slightly offended.
"That does not mean I'll go with A-Hole!" He denied, crossing his tan arms over his chest.
"Why don't you go for Shallow?" His sister snapped, staring angrily into his eyes. Nathaniel looked back at her with repressed fury.
"Shut up!"
"Actually, she does have a point, Nat." Joshua pointed out, looking to his fellow football-player, who looked back at him incredulously. After all, Joshua was probably the most shallow person on the face of the earth.
"Seriously? Says you!" Nathaniel barked, turning to Joshua, who shrugged. The other glee clubbers were watching, but no one seemed to really care about stopping the quarrel. "I'm not wearing a shirt that says Shallow!" An idea hit Nathaniel, and he grinned wickedly at the blond jock. "Not unless you wear one that says Cocky."
"What? No!"
"Or Wife Beater." The bald jock smirked at the disbelieving one.
"But I don't- I haven't- oh," Joshua threw a shameful look at Sandy, who seemed utterly unmoved by the statement. Maybe she wasn't his wife, or even his girlfriend, but he had still hit her. She had forgiven him easily, but he got some pretty nasty looks from people, especially Tony, and people still talked about it behind his back. Joshua couldn't quite forgive himself either, how could he? He had hit a girl, and such a small girl too. Maybe he did deserve the looks, maybe he deserved the humiliation of wearing a "Wife Beater"-shirt, but he couldn't do it. "Fine, you wear Shallow, I'll wear Cocky."
"Fine," Nathaniel smugly replied.
After declaring she didn't really like her eyes, Liberty decided to go for "weird eyes" as her flaw. She didn't seem bothered by how open the others had been. Felix, who had been mostly quiet through the discussions, finally said his shirt would say "Heart-breaker". No one could argue, Felix had dated(and dumped), almost every girl in school. Liberty seemed a bit bothered by that, though.
When Tyler and Tony walked down the hall, going home after glee club, Tony drug a confused Tyler into an empty classroom. Tony had asked Sandy to go ahead without them, he had something to talk to Tyler about.
"Dwarf? What the heck!" Tony exclaimed as soon as they were out of ear-shot of anyone. Tyler at first looked confused, because he didn't see why he couldn't wear "dwarf". He was sure short enough. Then it hit him, what Tony had thought he should write.
"You want it to say Gay? You know I'm not ready to do that!"
"I'm just saying it could be a good opportunity for you to come out," Tony defended, crossing his arms over his chest. The petite boy refused to look at the taller one, who felt bad about not daring to wear the shirt.
"But I can't. As much as I want to, I just can't." Tyler sighed, being gay, but not out was almost as hard as being confused. At least he and Tony knew the truth, and he was pretty sure Sandy knew. A lot of people were guessing too, and had started looking at him differently, like he was another guy. He wasn't, was he? "I want to, really, I do."
"It's fine," Tony smiled falsely, but his eyes were glazed over and you could clearly hear the disappointment in his voice. For an amazing actor, Tony really sucked at lying. The smaller boy drew a shaky breath, and smiled that fake smile. It broke Tyler's heart seeing Tony like that, and knowing it was all his fault. Why couldn't he just muster up the courage and tell the truth? It couldn't be that bad? He was already getting crap for hanging out with Tony, it couldn't get that much worse, could it? Quite frankly, the looks and accusations he was getting at this point was already a bit more than he could take.
Isabella eyed Liberty and Felix as they walked down the hall, his arm around her shoulders. She was getting really sick of all the couples at McKinley, was she seriously the only single girl? Everyone seemed to have someone, Chrystal had Luke, Kevin made puppy-dog eyes at Paige, Liberty had Felix, for now at least, Catarine had had someone obviously, and there was clearly something freaky going on between Tony and Tyler. All the couples around her was starting to make her sick, sure some guys probably wanted to be with her, but no one really caught her eye. Was she asking too much? Maybe she did.
Isabella sighed as she closed her locker and headed out to find her brother waiting for her. She still had the Glee club, which made her feel wanted and special. It wasn't like people around her thought she was cool because she was in glee club, but she wasn't bullied like a lot of the other glee kids. The cheerio knew a lot of her fellow glee clubbers were being bullied, but there wasn't anything she could do about it, was there? She had her own problems.
Seth stood awkwardly in the middle of the choir room, looking very nervous. The other glee members were sitting in their chairs, waiting for him to do something. They all had their eyes glued, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, he always did when people looked at him. Especially when she looked at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers. They immediately turned him to a mumbling mess.
"Hi, g-guys," he stumbled. Way to go. "I want to do something, and hopefully g-get a message across. So, umm, yeah." He had never been a man of many words, and his awkward introduction probably just added to his nervousness. Seth drew a few shaky breaths as Brad began playing.
I've seen her face
I've heard her name
I've lost my place and she's to blame
He looked at the Glee club, trying to not look at anyone in particular, especially not her, he didn't dare. What if she hated it? What if he was too straight-forward, or it was too much? His mind raced, but he kept singing, trying to at least remain as calm as he could.
I can't stand it
When I'm staring in her eyes
And she's not looking back
It's not a big surprise
I've heard music,
I've heard noise
I wish she could hear her voice
The way that I do
When I go to sleep at night
And dream my life away
But she's gone when I awake
Nicole couldn't help but smile at how cute Seth looked while performing. He was normally so shy, and getting up to sing a song in front of the entire glee club wasn't something he'd usually do. She wondered why he would.
He sounded great too, his slightly raspy baritone easily carrying the song. She hadn't heard the song before, but Tyler clearly had, because he was sitting lip-synching along.
Nikki, Nikki
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?
Nicole's mind stopped functioning. He hadn't just sang her name? She must have heard wrong, or maybe the song just went like that. Still, Seth was looking straight to her, as a matter of fact, everyone was looking at her. Her heart nearly stopped, and her breath caught in her throat. Seth was serenading her! He was looking into her eyes, singing directly at her.
The way her hair falls in her eyes
Makes me wonder
If she'll ever see through my disguise
And I'm under her spell
Everything is falling
But I don't know where to land
She just knows where she is
But she don't know who I am
Seth looked at Nicole, praying he wouldn't see a frown on her face. He didn't. He saw a smile, a shy and breathtakingly beautiful smile. The jock couldn't help but smile back joyously.
Nikki, Nikki
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?
I see you singing on that stage
You look just like an angel
And all I do is pray
And maybe someday
You'll hear my song
And understand that all along
There's something more that I've been trying to say
When I say
Nikki, Nikki
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?
What you're doing to me
Nikki, Nikki
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?
What you're doing to me
The room burst with cat-calls, laughter and applause as Seth ended song, breathless. Nicole felt pretty breathless herself, reviewing what had happened. The way Seth had looked at her with those big brown puppy-dog eyes. He was still smiling at her, very shyly, and she was smiling back just as shyly. The others glee members felt sort of like they were intruding on a very intimate moment, some even looked away.
The rest of the rehearsal past in a blur, at least for Seth and Nicole. Most found out their flaw or trait, finally deciding what their shirt should say, but the serenader and serenadee, couldn't focus on anything but the other. Seth was thrilled, his plan had worked! At least it seemed like it had worked. Nicole was blown-away. Her mind still couldn't grasp what had just happened.
"So," Seth said rather awkwardly to Nicole as all the other glee clubbers shuffled out. Nicole looked shyly up at him, even if he had sung to her less than an hour earlier, she still felt unsure about him. Maybe he was just playing her, but he didn't seem the type. He couldn't be the type. "I was just wondering if, maybe, perhaps, you'd like to, I don't know, maybe, go somewhere, sometime, maybe, with, if you don't have anything-" Seth kept rambling on, trying to find a way to phrase the question. Somehow, Nicole always turned him into a more or less incoherent moron. Was it really that hard to say "will you go out with me?" Apparently, it was.
"Yes," Nicole interrupted in the middle of Seth's ramble. He looked down at her with a confused look on his round face, wondering how she had understood what he meant when he was rambling like that. "Yes, I'll go out with you."
Okay, I'll try to be quick this time. I'm sorry my last author's note was so long, I had a lot to say.
Songs:
Good to you by Marianas Trench and Jessica Lee
Forget you by Cee Lo(I'm sorry if these lyrics are wrong, I had to write part of them myself, or at least correct them to the more censored version)
Sami by Darren Criss(Also known as Harry from A Very Potter Musical)
I love all these songs, so if you don't know them, listen to them.
I tried to be cutesy at the end, because the last chapter was so depressing. With the slapping and the dying and the raping and the neglect. Hope I managed a cute little moment toward the end there. (I know the Tyler/Tony scene was sort of sad, but I just had too). But It's seriously impossible to watch six seasons of Supernatural in less than two weeks and not be depressing/depressed. (Okay, I laughed more than I cried during the episodes, but still)
Oh, and I might make some kind of spin-off from this. It'll be for either the actors or the warblers, I haven't quite made up my mind yet. You don't know the actors or the warblers yet, but when you know which you'd like me to write a spin-off for, vote. The poll is on my profile.
I would like to thank everyone who submitted a review :D I love you 3 (Oh god, this is starting to sound like I won an award for something xD)
If any of you have suggestions for which song the Chickadees could sing at Sectionals? I've got plans for the New Directions and the Warblers, but I don't for the Chickadees(I love saying their choir's name).
I'm open to suggestions about what the characters' shirts should say too. Because I'm sort of at a loss as to what to write for all of them. (I know I'm stealing ideas from Glee, and the glee project by using shirts like that, but it's an awesome idea! BTW did anyone else cry when Damian sang "Are you Lonesome Tonight"?)
NB! I need members for the chickadees, again these will be minor characters. Please use the warblers form, but add their gender, perhaps beside their age, or something.
Klainebows and Klisses
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