Here it is, Chapter Tres! If you don't know Spanish, that means three!

I finally got accepted to the Team Crafted website, which is a relief to me. If you have one, please let me know what your username is so I can friend you! If you don't have one, I wish the best of luck...

Listen to any version of the music during this chapter. My personal favorite is the Glee Version. It all makes sense when you listen along. It actually all makes sense when you read... No spoilers. Except the spoiler in the title... ignore what I said. It's just me being strange.

Ray POV

It felt really weird being one of the older students in my theater class. But luckily, there was a collection of empty chairs towards the entrance of the room, in which I instantly took the one farthest from the other people.

I suddenly heard music coming from behind me. At first, I remained quiet and tried to ignore the music. I closed my eyes, but the music beat constantly, somewhat like how Draco's medicine affected my head...

A bit annoyed, I spun my body to find a girl listening to very loud music through her headphones. She had bright, curly red hair and dark brown eyes. The girl wore a blue T-shirt, black boot-cut jeans, black sneakers, and black headphones for listening to her music, swaying her head to every beat.

Since I saw very few students in class at that time, and the teacher was not in sight, I quickly picked up bag and hurried over to the girl, sitting in the seat right next to her. She stared at me for a split second before returning to her music.

"What are you listening to?" I questioned, peering over to the girl's MP3 player.

"None of your business," she replied, moving away her MP3 so I couldn't see.

"I'm Ray," I introduced myself, holding out my hand. She didn't react, so I put it down to my side.

"Clara." She glared at me strangely, as if I was a complete stranger, which I was...

I looked back over at her MP3, trying to find out the song. "Since you know me now, what are you listening to?"

Clara shook her head. "You're gonna laugh… I know it."

"You think so? Bring it. What song is that?" I demanded, causing Clara to chuckle.

"Red and Black from Les Misérables."

"What are you saying? I love that song."

She seemed surprised. "You don't say. Really?"

I nodded, slightly giggling. "Isn't that the point of this class? Musical appreciation?"

Clara groaned and rolled her eyes. "Sure it is. Everyone likes Grease and Wicked, not the classics."

I sighed, "Those are classics too… but Les Misérables is just brilliant…"

She smiled, shaking my hand. "I like you. Which other musicals are you a fan of?"

I gaped my mouth open, shocked at my imaginary list of favorite musicals. Trying to count them off in my head, I started listing ones that I could think of. "A lot of stuff… Everything Starkid, West Side Story, Spring Awakening…"

"Spring Awakening?!" Clara created a huge grin and glared around, leaning into my ear, "Don't tell anyone… but that show is my guilty pleasure."

I burst out laughing, and my new friend soon enough joined me.

A few moments later, an old white-haired man wobbled into class, holding a binder stacked with papers. Few of them were coming out from the binder, but the man took no attention.

"Hello, class," the man begun in a grumpy tone, taking notes on one of his papers. It seemed as if he didn't want to teach, but he had to. "My name is Mr. White…"

A student called out, obviously a rebel, "Are you married to Betty White… cause she'd sure kick your a**!" The class erupted into giggles, including Clara and I.

"Young man!" Mr. White shouted, "I have had enough shenanigans in my time…!"

The class became silent, including the student who called our teacher weak.

Mr. White continued, slightly groaning and speeding on his words, "After I take roll, we'll have an introduction with a random example from a few randomly-picked students." He started to call out the name of the students, with the respective student raising their hand, "Alexander Ackerman. Harrison Allen. Carla Andrews…"

I sighed. No more Rachael Anderson.

Mr. White reached my name, "Rachael Hughes." I raised my hand, and he checked me off on a list. Once finished, he pulled out a hat and dropped small pieces of paper into it, "This is the hat of magic. Whoever's names I pull out will sing any song from the Broadway musical that I pull out of another hat."

The students nodded, understanding the directions. Only the boy who insulted Mr. White earlier growled and crossed his arms. No one paid attention to him though.

"The people are…" Mr. White's frail hand reached into the hat and pulled out five papers with five names, "Clara… Annie… Rachael… Dan… and Shelby." He placed down the first hat and picked up the second, reaching his hand into it, "The musical is… RENT."

Clara's eyes widened of joy. I glanced over towards her, smirking. We hurried down to the floor of the room with the two other girls, who looked oddly familiar. Shelby had short brown hair falling to below her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and wore lots of makeup. Annie seemed to be a friend of hers and looked very similar. She had auburn-brown hair with a bang hanging from one side to the other of the same color, dark brown eyes. They both wore simple T-shirts and jeans with converse shoes. The boy had short brown hair, blue-ish eyes, oval shaped glasses, and wore a checkered white and blue hoodie, green T-shirt, and blue jeans. Such originality.

"Which song, ladies... and gentleman?" Mr. White questioned.

Shelby and Annie glanced at each other, confused, while Clara blurted, "Seasons of Love!" Dan nodded with approval.

I already knew Dan's answer, so I tiptoed over to the girls at the other end of the room. "Do you guys know that?"

Annie shook her head side to side, while Shelby stood, silently confused.

"Don't worry," I reassured my classmates, "Follow me and try to harmonize."

"Thanks," Shelby whispered. I swore I knew that voice from somewhere...

Mr. White went to the front of the class, glancing around at the students, "Does anyone have a stereo that they can play the instrumental?"

A girl who I didn't recognize held up her hand and brought up the music to our song, "But sir, it's not called a stereo anymore. It's speakers…"

"I don't care!" He bursted, furious. Mr. White rushed back to his desk in the corner of the room.

I rolled my eyes, and the five of us started singing at the same time once Clara counted down.

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets. In midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year in the life?"

At the next line, we split into five different parts that could surprisingly harmonize. I took the highest range, Clara sung in the middle, with Shelby taking higher with me, and Annie and Dan going into the lower octave.

"How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.

Seasons of love. Seasons of love"

Clara started her solo, "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?"

Shelby. "In truths that she learned" Annie. "Or in times that he cried" Dan. "In bridges he burned" My turn. "Or the way that she died."

We combined into the five-parts again, with me slightly holding out my last note.

"It's time now, to sing out. Though the story never ends. Let's celebrate. Remember a year in the life of friends."

We continued with our harmony from towards the beginning, with Clara taking the solos while the rest of us sang.

"Remember the love (Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love) Remember the love (You know that love is a gift from up above) Remember the love (Share love, give love, spread love) Measure in love (Measure, measure your life in love)

Seasons of love. Seasons of love."

"I don't like working with professionals," Mr. White grumbled as soon as we finished, "And you girls are all fantastic… I'm promoting you to the advanced class. Pack your things and I'll give you the room number."

All four of us stood in front of the room in awe. Promoted to an advanced class on my first day with the only friend I made? Wow. That was something my friends had to hear about.

Clara and I raced up to pick up our bags and immediately rushed back down to Mr. White, who told us the directions to our new classroom, taught by Professor Monroe.

As Clara and I walked down the halls of my new school, she whispered in my ear, "I hated that class. Such a joke." We both chuckled, trying to not let the other in-session classes hear us.

If you didn't realize during the chapter, Shelby is lilshortysgs, Dan is CavemanFilms, and Annie is Vengelfe. I'm telling you this because all of them except Dan will not return.

Hope you liked it! See you next time with a very... "humorous" chappie.