DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS

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Finn's POV

It sucks to have to listen to all these people audition. Well, there are only twelve people who showed up, but it sucks because all eight I've seen so far are really untalented. Right now I watch in bore as a pretty red head tap dances and sings in an operetta voice.

I glance over at Sam who nods his head and I look to Puck who rolls his eyes.

"Alright," I call out. "Thanks for coming. We'll get back to you."

She smiles and walks away like all the other seven have done after only thirty seconds of their performing before I tell them that we'll get back to them. I shift in my seat to become more comfortable and look back to the small stage where we practice.

A small brunette comes walking out and she looks so out of place in this slum-like room. Her hair drops down past her shoulders and it curls towards the end and it looks so soft. She wears maroon colored tights with a golden shaded mini skirt that has these pleats and a black blouse on top with ruffles.

She's short, like really petite, and she has small boobs. I really shouldn't be judging people by their bodies, but she's really hot. It's just habit that I look at the body before anything else. That factor is very important to me.

So my eyes finally wander up from her perfectly shaped ass to her soft olive colored skin toned face and I instantly bite my tongue.

She's just naturally beautiful.

Her eyebrows are perfectly sculpted and are as dark as her hair. The dark chocolate eyes that are wide and framed with thick lashes that are makeup free allow me to easily get lost in them. She has these full, but not too big, lips that stretch perfectly open to reveal straight, dazzling white teeth in a mega-watt smile.

"Hello," She says clearly. "I'm Rachel Berry and I will be singing U2's 'One'."

I smile because that's one of my favorite rock songs. The music cues and it's weird because everything, aside from Rachel Berry, dims to darkness. She just lights up as if we have a spotlight on her or something, which we don't. I wonder if Puck and Sam are seeing this. I don't even risk a glance towards them because that means less time of seeing Rachel Berry.

That's a nice name, by the way. It makes me hungry and it has this cute ring to it. Rachel Berry. I wonder what her middle name is and why she's named Rachel. I wonder what she does for a living and how old she is.

"Is it getting better?

Or do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you now?

You've got someone to blame."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Wow, the girl has serious control of her voice. It's totally soft and melodic.

"Oh did I ask too much,

more than a lot?

You gave me nothing now it's all I got.

We're one, but we're not the same,

We get to hurt each other now we do it again."

Holy shit, this girl is a power house! How the hell is this coming out of someone so… so tiny? It's unbelievable. Suddenly the music is ending and I realized that we didn't stop her at all during her performance.

I physically wouldn't have been able to interrupt it because… wow.

She smiles brightly and hopefully, looking down to us and I open my mouth to speak but my jaw just opens and closes because I can't. It's impossible to because I'm truly blown away by this angel named Rachel Berry.

"We'll get back to you," Sam tells her and I watch her smile drop slightly but she nods her head.

"Thank you," She calls out and waves before exiting the stage gracefully.

I don't turn to look at the guys until the door shuts behind her.

"That girl was fucking awesome," I state. "Rachel Berry is our new lead singer."

Puck rolls his eyes, "Hudson, we have three more auditions to watch. Keep it in your pants."

I smack him on the back of his head, which in return, I get a punch to the arm. I rub it as I watch the next three performances and even though the last girl was pretty good, she could never surmount to Rachel Berry.

Finally everyone is gone and it's just us three, looking at each other.

"I think that girl Brandi, the one with the big boobs, was real nice," Sam grins.

"Are you freaking serious? She sounded like a cat dying. Rachel is it, guys. She's our new singer. You can't say that you'd want anyone else after hearing that. I wouldn't even take Quinn back after that!" I argue.

They look at me and nod their heads in agreement.

"Alright, Finn, you got it. Rachel Berry is now the lead singer of Trip to Ohio."

Rachel's POV

Another audition in which my only feedback was "we'll get back to you". What's sad is that all the others who auditioned were, of course, prettier than I but, of course again, way less talented than I.

I'm glad to get back to my apartment and pig out on some vegan ice cream which I usually frown upon. And since I'm in such a crappy mood, I even allow myself to watch TV, something I never do. It's always classical musicals for me.

But if I watched those iconic roles it will make me more depressed because I know I'll never be able to play them.

As I watch Degrassi (this show has the most drama in it I've ever seen on TV for teenagers) I let my mind wander to my failures in life.

After moping about never being called back, I came to the decision that I should just give up my Broadway dreams. It's silly to have thought someone like me could be the next Barbra Streisand in a, nowadays, self-image based world.

I drag myself to my bedroom and just as I'm settling under the covers my cell phone starts to ring, 'Funny Girl' lyrics dreamily floating out of the electronic device.

"Hello, Rachel Berry," I answer chirpily. Just because I'm depressed on the inside doesn't mean I have to show everyone on the outside.

"Hey, Rachel, it's Finn from Trip to Ohio. We wanted to tell you that you got the lead," He awkwardly says, trying to sound cheerful but I can tell it's forced.

"Oh, that's great!" I squeal.

And I thought they didn't like me!

"Yeah, um, so I, uh I mean we, need you to come back to the loft to practice tomorrow at five," He explains. "Then we'll explain to you how this is gonna work."

I smile brightly and nod my head before realizing he can't see me.

"Alrighty," I say. "Sounds like a plan. Thank you so much, Flynn, was it?"

"Um… no, it's Finn," He tells me.

I blush, slightly embarrassed, but quickly get over it. I've got a job!

"Oh, sorry. Well, I'll see you tomorrow Finn!"

"Yeah, I can't wait," He says whole-heartedly.

I hang up and kick my legs under the blanket, clapping my hands happily. I got the part, now I need to make it beneficial towards myself…

Leaning my head back on the pillow I decide that I'll need to do my best to lead this band to stardom.

Take that, casting directors of the Broadway World!

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