Chapter Two

It was only the second week of school, or I guess the third day seeing as they started last week on a thursday for some random reason and Ben Israel was already interviewing people for his stupid online news show. It seemed his topic this time was the glee kids. May God have mercy on them all. Is all I can think. On well, rather them than the band kids, last time he said something stupid to the brass section and once a day a different person from the band would slushie him. That's a different person everyday from every band group. In other words he got slushied for about 94 days straight last year and yes, sadly I participated but that's just the power of peer pressure. But that's not the only thing that happened, all the band kids ended up with detention, which I suppose was pretty reasonable, but what he said crossed the line and, as the extreme band geeks had said, We must defend our musical honor! So yeah, that happened…

As the four of us walked down the hall, Ben avoided any and all eye contact. Not our Ben but the other one, Ben Israel, wow this is gonna get confusing. How about we just call him Ben number two, or froBen? Oh wait... His name is Jacob Ben Israel. Well that saves some confusion...

Anyways we, being Ben, Thadeous, Autumn and I, were just on our way to the choir room. On our way there Ben could and would not shut up about some guy in the glee club. What was his name? Kevin...? Kurt! Sorry, his name escaped my knowledge momentarily. Yeah … his name was Kurt. At least I think so… God I hope so, if not then Ben is gonna kill me.

"You should see this guy sing! He's great! Or I guess hear him would make more sense." Ben says enthusiastically.

"You sure are making this guy sound awesome. Are you and him friends or something?" I gasp, "Do I have best friend competition?!"

They laugh and Ben says, "No we're not friends but trust me, this boy can sing. God knows I can't sing like that."

I pause for a second. "Have I ever heard you sing Ben? Now that I think about it, have I heard any of you sing?"

Thaddeus shrugs. "Probably the only time we've heard any of us sing is when we do it over dramatically in my car."

Autumn giggles. "So true." She begins to crack up. "Remember that time when Ben screamed out your window, 'HELP THIS ISN'T MY FAMILY' it was hilarious!"

We all grin. "That was pretty funny, wasn't it?" Ben says proudly.

I roll my eyes. "One of these days Ben, they're gonna put you away for being insane. That or for being drunk in public, once you're of age."

"Both hold a very high probability." Thaddeus adds.

Our conversation stopped once we entered the room. There were the glee kids sitting down while all the band kids were huddled in the middle, surrounding Brad.

"Okay kids, I'm sad to say that there are about ten of you who didn't make it this year. I'm happy and sad to tell you that the competition this year was tough so for those of you who didn't make it I'm sorry. Here are a list of names that did make it. Claire Adams. Edmund Collins. Katherine Currier. Ben Doe. Meredith Grice. Shermone Holmes. Thaddeus Johnson. Mitch Keough. Arnold Lenz. Natalie Longbottom. Ashlynn Pound. Steven Rogers. Tyler Sandvan. Ella Smith. Autumn Starkley. Jonathan Watson. And Alec Witterock. For those of you who didn't make it I am sorry but we only have so much room for people." Brad rambles.

Thaddeus, Autumn, Ben, and I all high five. "Oh yeah," Ben says. "I knew you two would make it!"

"Pft, so did I." I reply sassily. I look around. A lot of people were smiling, except for the people who didn't make it. Obviously. They were either walking out teary eyed or angry. I preferred the teary eyed. The others were the kind of people that would slushie you out of revenge. The musical world was a vicious one. I'd have to keep my eyes peeled for a bit.

"Now that that's over with, let's get going." The Spanish teacher who was doubling up as the glee director said, clapping his hands. "The first assignment this week is to recruit new members."

"What? Why?" A girl in a reindeer sweater asks. I think her name is Rachel.

"Because," he says. "as much as I love you all being here we need more members if we're to get to regionals this year."

A couple of them sigh while a couple look ready to recruit. The class continues to drag on. It mainly consists of the glee people talking and making plans. After a while I got bored so I leaned over to Ben and asked. "What's the point of us being here if all we do is stand by the wall?"

"We stay just in case one of them decides to break out into song."

"But how do we know what song to play?" I ask him, confused.

He turns to look me in the eyes. "You don't."

I pause for a bit then turn to him. "That's terrifying."

"Horrific." He agrees. "They can't expect us to just know. I know for a fact that Barbra always told her instrumental entourage exactly what song she was about to break out into on the street and when. It's only professional."

I stare at him blankly, "Okay then… I can see you think highly of this subject."

He nods.

"Well I'm not gonna get into that."

"Probably for the best."

I chuckle at his dramaticness. Once their lesson was over Brad held us back. "Now kids I'll warn you now that when those demon children yell 'Hit it!' you're expected to know exactly what song they're about to play right away. This is why when they are given a topic for their lessons I suggest you to listen and memorize every song under that topic. I also have printed out sheets of paper over every member and their song preferences. I suggest that you do not lose these for they are vital for your survival. Now I don't know any of their names so at the top of every page is a nickname I've given them. They range from Fondu Lady-"

"Brittney." Ben whispers to me. Interrupting Brad.

"What?" I ask.

"That's her name."

I make an 'oh' face.

"Freaky, Male Soprano Guy-"

"Kurt." He corrects happily.

"Stuck Up Sweater Lady-"

"Rachel."

"Mohawk Dude-"

"Puck."

"Pregnant Cheer Lady-"

"Quinn."

"Asian Who never gets solos-"

"Tina."

"Wheels-"

"Artie."

"That random guy in the back who never sings… ever-"

"Umm...no idea."

"Football Guy-"

"Finn."

"Soul Lady-"

"Mercedes."

"Sassy cheerleader-"

"Santana."

"And so forth. He says after handing all the papers out." Under any other circumstances I would have thought he was joking but the look on his face showed that he meant business. And with that we all left.