Author's Note: Sooooo, last chapter was kind of clunky because of my dad's constant need to tinker with technology. However, I come to you this week with a story that is bound to knock your underpants off! 3
~Mags
P.S. I'd like to point out that Alexandre deJacques is NOT a real designer.
"Alex, I would like you to meet Kurt and Mercedes; the Lima divas." Blaine introduced, as Kurt practically lunged at the younger man.
"Is this from Alexandre deJacques' new collection?" Kurt asked, handling Alex's new purple scarf.
Alex nodded enthusiastically, "Obviously; who else?"
Kurt turned to Blaine as if he had just recieved the best birthday gift of his life, "I love him." he said in a monotone voice, slinging an arm around Alex, much like Blaine had earlier, "Now, why has the good God brought you to me, child?" he asked, as they walked around the corner of Kurt's house, leaving Blaine and Mercedes awkwardly in the dust.
"The Warblers need costumes for Sectionals and I was told that you were the king of costumes." Kurt nodded calmly as he tried to contain the excitement bursting inside of him. He offered the couch to Alex before running into the kitchen to get a plate of pre-packaged scones for the four of them.
"Preach!" Kurt all-but-squealed with excitement, as Alex laid out his basic idea sketches for all of the guys on the Warblers team. Mercedes joined them on the couch as the "gay guy" talk finally ended and they started talking about the costumes, which were much more up her ally.
"So, I was thinking that since this year we're doing a song from Mulan, we should do Gaga-Perry sheek, but in a way that would symbolize the warriors of Ancient China."
"So, you're thinking earthy colors, but with edgy, textured fabric, yes?" Kurt asked.
Alex's eyes grew huge, "Where have you been all my life?"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Jesse yelled, as he cut the tape one more time to reprimand the performers on the stage, "YOU HAVE TO SHOW ME YOU BELONG ON THAT STAGE! SHOW ME WHY I SHOULD MAKE YOU A PART IN THE SHOW! NOW RESET! LET'S RUN IT AGAIN!" he yelled into his megaphone. It was obvious to anybody within a ten mile radius that everybody on that stage was singing their heart out, and trying their best to dance, but when Jesse cut the record again, everyone froze. They knew that had it coming to them, "You little boy in the front! What is your name?"
Seeing as she was the only person in the front row, a tiny girl who looked to be about ten years old stood and whispered in a timid voice, "Ellis, sir."
"Well, Ellis. Thank you for auditioning. NOW GET OFF MY STAGE!" he yelled, and she took off, tears accumulating in her eyes.
Outside of the auditorium sat a boy who could not have been any more than 4 foot 5. He seemed particularly upset as well. She had seen him before. Not around the gigantic school, but in the audition hall. He had been kicked out before the dancing even started because Jesse St. James had deemed him, "too short for the lifts."
"Did you get bumped too?" he asked, in a voice that reached out in empathy to Ellis, "I know why I was bumped. I didn't meet the height minimum from the get-go, but I honestly thought I had a shot."
"Hey, think of it this way; when they're on IV drips in the middle of 24 hour rehearsals, we can go in there and blow them all out of the water." that made him chuckle a bit, which made Ellis cheer up in recipricol, "I'm Ellis." she said, holding her hand out to him and he took it in greeting.
"I'm Matheus. Transfer from Washington Heights."
"Wait, me too!" she laughed at the irony, sitting down beside him, "How could I have missed you? The school isn't that big. I thought I knew everyone."
"It's okay. Given my situation, I was kind of stepped on by a lot of people; literally and figuratively."
Just as the conversation was about to make a rather serious turn, which Ellis really wasn't looking for at a time like this, a slightly bigger girl with beautiful flaming red hair came running out of the audition hall at top speed. Feeling the obligation to help somebody else who was in their possition, they both stood up and made their way over to her, "Are you alright?" Ellis asked, putting a hand carefully on the other girl's shoulder.
"Jesse St. James, the broadway personality; the person I looked up to for so long- just told me that I had reached the stage's weight capacity and told me to leave, before I damaged the real talent." That disgusted both Ellis and Matheus, when they finally realized what was really going on. They'd all seen that Emily girl clear as day, flirting away, trying every trick in the book to get his attention. It was a stacked deck.
"You know what kind of cheers me up?" Ellis began, clearing her throat, as Matheus and the big girl sat up straighter to listen to what she was about to say. At this point, having been at a tiring rehearsal for four hours straight, they were ready to hear anything uplifting.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper candles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up in string
These are a few of my favorite things
The red head recognized the song straight away, having come from one of her favorite stories of all time. The song continued and she joined in, appreciating the company that Ellis's voice offered her.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Finally, Matheus recognized the song as well, finishing them out with the bridge and final chorus.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring
These are a few of my favorite things
As the song drew to a close, the red head suddenly found herself laughing along with the other two. Suddenly, they all felt like they had gotten a load off their chest, which felt tons better, "I'm Hannah." she introduced, a joyful smile spread across her face, "Tranferred here with my dad from Vegas."
The silence that came after that was a comfortable one, as they all exchanged phone numbers and waited for their parents to pick them up.
Author's Note: It has in fact been quite a while since I've updated (for me at least.) My crazy grandparents are in town and I'm being forced to be nice to them. Plus, I have three other stories to keep up as well. Sorry all! Don't forget to review! 3
~Mags