Chapter 5
McKinley Chronicles
Ok, so I changed the titled to this, but I'm leaving as McKinley Chronicles. I apologize in advance to any changes I made, and for Kappz, I'm getting better at Bradley instead, I think I used 'Brad' only once. The new student in Destiny's POV really has nothing to do with the story as of now, but he may later on, just for now, I wanted to get the Mike/Bradley Weston connection-crossover. Also, I have broken the McKinley auditions into two parts, and the Candy Hearts auditions will be intermission.. On Maia's audition, I only used the opening verse because it's a Company song,. The winning play by one vote was Peter Pan, but whoever where Chicago was a request, I will place both plays in the story. Chicago will be done by the Theater Department. I will also have more of the older members at the auditions in the second part. Anyhow on with the story.
(Connor)
I head towards the radio studio, carrying my guitar case with me. Then it happened.
"Who the hell sings Sweet Caroline at a football game, especially in Lima?" asks the bully, as he pushes me up against a locker, the force of the push makes me drop my guitar case.
"So I sang a song get over it, besides, what does it concern you for? You won the game didn't you?" I ask defending myself, as I stay against the locker, in case he wanted to do something stupid.
"Yeah, we did," he tells me, as he slams his fist down on the locker, as it seems he's about to punch me instead.
"Deep Space Nine, what the hell man?" I hear a girls voice come about. Somehow the voice sounded familiar but I couldn't figure out how.
"Showing the new kid the ropes," the bully tells the girl as though this was totally normal.
"Shouldn't you be with Westy or something?" she asks. "I hear word on the street that Caddyshack is still looking for help," she adds sarcastically.
"Yeah, whatever Grohl," he answers her, and then walks away showing his defeat by the girl. Once I had heard Grohl, I knew who she was.
"Sorry about Jordan, he can be an ass. Luckily for me, he's my cousin, but he denies it," she tells me. "I'm Violet Grohl," she tells me, as she tosses her purple hair tips over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I know who you are. My brother, Blake lead your glee club to National's last year," I tell her. "I'm Connor," I add.
"You look just like him. Well except being younger, and having blond hair," she tells me, as we head into history class, in which, I had now guessed we had the same history class. As we chose our seats together, a 5' 11" blue eyed semi curled – semi spiked hair style walk in.
"Holy Jesus Bobby Drake is real!" remarked Violet, as she saw him. Then the entire classroom when awkwardly quiet.
"For your information, I've seen the movie, owned the comics, but that's not why I'm here. This is history, and I am Mr. Weston. Now moving on, who here has read The Once and Future King?" he asks, as he looks around, seeming to avoid Vi's raised hand, though it was obvious he had seen it. Yeah, I had heard of the book, but why did he choose to start with Arthurian legends?
"Great. We're off to a good start. Now aside, Princess Buttercup here, can anyone tell me what the story is about?" he asks, as he spots me, as though he had read my thoughts, and then I raise my hands.
"It depends which book you're speaking of, and which Arthurian Legend you're referring to. The book actually starts with The Sword in the Stone, which is the start of King Arthur," I speak up. The Once and Future King just happens to be one of the most famous works of the young king," I add, as I now know I have his attention.
"That would be correct, now not only will we be learning history, we will also be reading and learning about Arthurian Legends," He tells me, and the rest of the class, and then the bell wrung.
"If I wasn't a lesbian, I would totally pull a Noah Puckerman, on him," she tells me in a voice low enough for me to hear, and then I hear someone else shout out to her.
Glee.
Tayson
"Vi," I announce my twins name, as I approach her. As I was approaching her, I noticed the Cheerio Gwendolyn Fox totally checking me out, but for now, I shrug her off. Truth be told, I really wasn't even sure how to talk to her, and she was in LGBT with my sister. It wasn't I would be able to say "Oh Gwendolyn, I have an über -crush on you, would you like to go out with me for pizza tonight?" I always place the scenario in my head.
"Gosh, Prince Charming, ask her out already," my sister tells me, as she places her books in her locker, and shuts it again.
"I can't. I mean. For all I know, she's still dating Bradley Weston, and that a lone could cost me, anyways, do they sing the National Anthem at the horse track," he asks finally getting to his point.
"Well I'm headed to class, so I'll see you later," Connor tells me, as he heads in the direction of the industrial arts room.
"Who was that?" questions my brother, as Gwen walks by, and heads for her class, sporting the Cheerio's uniform.
"Connor Adams, and to answer your before that question, they sing it at the Kentucky Derby, so I wouldn't see why they wouldn't," I tell him. "Why?" I add curiously, as Sara catches up with us.
"I was planning on seeing dad after school at the track, and see about singing it," I lie to her. In reality, I wasn't planning any of this, I was planning on seeing a Marines Corp Recruiter after school, but I wasn't about to tell my twin that. I knew more than anyone how she would react. It was the reason, as to why I had joined the soccer team, and why I ran three miles every morning at four thirty. I also knew the consequences of joining. Then I zoom back to where my twin and her girlfriend are.
"So you want all of Lima to know you can sing?" she asks sarcastically.
"Yeah, something like that," I tell her, as the bell rings for the first warning.
"Oh Mr. Weston, is new so try not to end up in Figgins's office," she warns me, as I'm about to head inside for class.
"I'll keep that in mind," I yell to my sister, as I head inside, and take my place at an empty desk in the back of my room.
Glee.
Gwendolyn
"So, you going to sit down, or not?" I ask Tayson, as just stands there. Then he sits down, but looks bummed about something.
"Spill, what's your problem?" I ask, as I know I have his attention, as he looks into my hazel eyes for a second. Sure, I admit it, since he first sat beside me yesterday, which was the first day of school, I kind of formed a crush on him.
"It's a long story, and we only have fifty seconds, until class starts," he tells me, then my phone vibrates, and Bradley's name lights up. Instead of answering, I turn I ignore the call, and turn off my phone.
"We have lunch time," I tell him, as the newest staff member walks in, and announces who he is.
"Wait, am I missing something? Bradley Weston's girlfriend doesn't just come out, and ask me to lunch to talk about my feelings, especially when just regular soccer captain is planning on doing something stupid after school," I tell her all at once.
"He's my ex. Anyhow whatever you do, don't get arrested," I tell him, as Mr. Mike Weston snaps at us that we are in class.
"Wasn't planning on it, trust me," he tells me with a smile. Yep, this could be an interesting semester.
After class I head to my locker, and run into Jordan Quincy, who was once my best friend, but lately acts more like an ass, more than anything else.
"Watch you're going Gwen," he scolds me, as though it were my fault, instead of his.
"Maybe if your Nike's weren't as big as your head, you may have seen me coming!" I snap at him, and then I see Bradley again.
"Still have the hots for Westy?" he asks sarcastically and coldly. "I could fix that you know?" he adds, as he looks at me and smiles.
"I'll pass," I tell him, as the warning bell announces it's time to head for class. We used to be friends, and deep down, though he could be an ass, I still cared for him. I place my iPod in my pocket, and head for class.
Glee.
(Destiny)
"C'mon Dessy come to auditions with me. It'll be fun," my best friend, Natalie Cunningham begs, as we head for our last class of the day.
"You don't have to audition, if you don't have to sing, you can watch," she adds with a hopeful smile, as we step inside the classroom, and she leads me, as she goes and sits down besides someone I had assumed was one of her friends.
"Corey, you headed to auditions today?" she asks the maroon dyed hair boy who was wearing a Transformers t-shirt.
"Wouldn't miss it," he tells her with a smile, and then looks at me.
"I'm Corey," he finally introduced himself, as our eyes meet. Gosh, he was interesting, even though, he had just said his name. His hair, his perfect hazel eyes, which had contacts in them.
"Destiny," I tell him, as I smile, and Ms. Miller, the science teacher walks in.
"Good morning class, today, we have a new student joining us," she tells us, as if it were normal, and not the second day of class.
"It's the second day Ms. Miller, not the middle of the semester, and besides, this is high school not second grade," I hear one of the boys in back announce, and then high fives the jock beside him.
"That will be enough Mr. Weston, that is unless, you would like a transfer to your older brothers class, and I'm sure I can imagine how that would work out," Ms. Miller stands her ground, as she writes the assignment on the whiteboard, and then announces, who the new student is.
"This is Liam Brown, now don't worry, you won't have to do the new student thing, why don't you take a seat beside those three near the back," she instructs, and smiles.
The three of us watched as Liam headed in our direction, as he walked he wore a t-shirt that stated to Keep Calm and Carry a Crossbow. His blue eyes, seemed to say hell yeah I'm excited to be in Science! His curly hair, well that was different. Not exactly the best groomed, but it would do for now. Then he placed himself in the seat beside Corey.
"Freak," we hear Bradley announce. That pushed buttons.
"Mr. Weston," calls Ms. Miller as she finishes writing the class assignment on the whiteboard.
"Yes, Miller," he answers sarcastically.
"You know the no calling names rule, and no addressing me as Ms. I'm sure you know what is coming next out of my mouth, now scoot to the office," she instructs. "The rest of you, read up on pages 67-78, and we'll go through it afterwords," she adds, as Bradley gets, and collects his stuff to head to Mr. Figgins's office.
Glee.
(Bradley)
What the hell? Why hadn't anyone told me, Mike was back? Not even my own brother, Brody. Sure, I could see it with the parents, being as, I don't go home much. I'm always at the boxing club, or at a friends house, and hanging with them. But still. That aside, and racing in my mind, I step inside Figgins's office, knowing that I had probably just broken my record for a day and a half. Almost three days without being sent there.
"Take a seat," the Indian principal instructs with a serious face and tone.
"No thanks. I'm fine," I tell him, though I knew it wasn't an offer.
"What did you do this time?" he asks, as he stares at me to take a seat, knowing I would surrender at some point. It may as well be that moment.
"I called someone a freak, and then skipped class, and decided to toilet paper the boys room again, after I decided to-" I started to explain.
"Decided to do what? Look at those Penthouse mags again? Weston, how many times I have I told you, that if you keep that up, you may as well join the Cheerios?" Sue Sylvester mentions in that Sue Sylvester way, as she walks in Figgins's office.
"Well good to see you as well Sue. Now if you would excuse me, I have student problems to tend to," Figgins speaks up.
"Oh, well if he gives you any lip, I'll have him on my Cheerios. We're always in need male cheerios to overload our teenagers sexual tensions," she offers, and then walks out, so she could some more of Sue Sylvester business.
"So what are my options?" I ask hoping that the Cheerios wasn't one of them. Then he looks at me with a hopeful smile.
"I'll give you three. One, you can help out at the student center three times a week. Two, you can join the Quidditch team, or three, you can join your brother, Mike in the New Directions," he tells me. Fuck. I really didn't like any of the three options I had, but I figured, I may as well take option three. Maybe then I could find out as to why Mike was back, and no one told me.
"I'll take option three," I tell Figgins, as I get up from the seat, I had been in.
"Good choice," he tells me in agreement, as I leave before he can say anything else, and head straight for the music room, to where I knew Mike would be held.
"Auditions are today at quarter of three," he tells me, as I step inside, and he doesn't realize who I am yet.
"Well I'm early then," I tell him sarcastically. Then he turned around at my voice. He gets up and turns around, and his blue eyes meet mine. Funny to think how he looks more like our mother, and Brody and I look like our father.
"Yeah, I guess you are," he agrees, as he signals for me to take a seat in an empty chair.
"I've had enough sitting down for one day. Besides, why am I the last one in this damned school to know that you're back?" I demand angrily.
"Because, little brother," he begins.
"I you I hate it when you call me that," I snap at him, as I look down at the floor.
"No one except the school system knows that I'm here. Brody, and the rest of the family thinks I'm dead, beyond complications and I hope that you can handle that," he tells me, as he sits down in the empty chair beside me.
"Mike, you're FBI, the one out of the family to go anywhere. Brody went off to New York, and mom and dad are still making it clear I know that I may end up going to military school, so I avoid going home at all cost," I tell him, as I get up, and head for the door.
"You're not getting out of it this quick," he tells me, as he knows what I'm planning, and where I'm headed. He can't see me but I roll my eyes, and sigh heavily.
"You're coming with me to auditions, in the auditorium," he instructs, as he grabs a piece of paper and a pen.
"You know, Principle Figgins assigned me to this music thingee," I tell him making him the first person to know I didn't want to do this.
"I know, and tomorrow, I want to see you audition, be ready at two-thirty five sharp," he tells me, as we step inside the auditorium.
"Hi Corey," he tells the dyed maroon haired boy sitting on the stage, and had his feet tucked under his legs. Jesus. McGuire was here. This would be great.
"Bradley, meet you're captain," my brother tells me, as he introduced me to the boy, and someone else walked in with a guitar case.
Glee.
(Corey)
I pushed aside the fact that Bradley Weston was here. Sure, I was on his hit list, but now that was aside the point. Then someone walked in. It was the boy I saw Vi with earlier. The blond hair. The Tardis hoodie. Vans shoes. Then he walked on stage.
"When you're ready," Mike tells him with a hopeful smile. I watched as the boy pulled out his guitar, and case, made himself comfortable.
"I'm Connor Adams, and I'll be singing Get Your Shine On by Florida Georgia Line. Sorry if it's a little country," he tells u. Adams. Holy crap! Was he the little brother of Sodapop Curtis, aka Blake Adams? He looked nothing like his older brother. Then he began to sing.
Strawberry shimmer on hot lips,
Silver buckle hangin' off her hips.
I sparkle when she smiles.
Shine down on the radio dial.
Homemade jar, lemmon drop, take a sip.
Don't stop girl, you know I love it when you get your ... shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!
Baby get your shine on!
Silverado, candy painted,
Ray Ban's got the whole world shaded.
Chrome piece tucked in the console,
Riding high, roll up on the down low.
Feeling lucky,
got hooked up with some Kentucky,
Clear.
So slide that little sugar shaker over here...
And get your shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!
baby get your shine on!
Homemade jar,
Lemon drop take a sip.
Don't stop girl, you know I love it when you get your ... shine on!
'Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!
Baby get your shine on!
Cause you and me be rocking all night long!
Summer sky dripped in rhinestones,
Turn your party lights on,
Baby get your shine on - shine on!
Baby get your shine on!
Baby get your shine on!
Strawberry shimmer on her lips,
Silver buckle hanging off her hips.
I sparkle when she smiles,
Shine down on the radio dial.
Silverado, candy painted,
Ray Ban's got the whole world shaded.
Chromed piece tucked in the console.
Riding high, roll up on the down low.
Holy crap little Adams could totally sing! I couldn't wait to tell Hero about this, though she was busy with other things at the moment. On another though, I wasn't sure as to how she would take news of anyone related to the graduated class. I wrote his name down on my call back list. I wasn't really sure if Mike had or not.
"Thank you Connor the official list will be posted in two days time, outside the music room," he told Connor, and then two girls walked in. One was Maia Simmons, a freshman I had class with, and she seemed happy to see Connor there.
"You forgot mention he plays guitar," her friend mentioned, as he finished packing it away.
"You two auditioning?" I ask, as they walk by.
"Yes we are. Individually though," Maia's friend tells Mike, as he gets down asking. Then I spot Little A, had taken a seat. Maybe they were a couple. I don't know. Then the curly blonde girl stepped up to and introduced herself.
"I'm Kaylie Jackson, and I'll be singing Domino by Jessie J," she introduced. Wow! Memories of Levy had shot in my head as she mentioned that song that Levy Heartfilia, now an alumni of McKinley and attending school in New York.
The blond hair, green eyed skinny girl began to sing, and I was already excited to write her name down.
I'm feeling sexy and free
Like glitter's raining on me
You're like a shot of pure gold
I think I'm bout to explode
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Turn this love skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boomin' like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight Take me down like I'm a domino
You got me losing my mind
My heart beats out of time
I'm seeing Hollywood stars
You strum me like a guitar
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Turn this love skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boom'n like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
"Thanks. The list will be up in two days," Mike tells her, as she had told Connor. I wondered why Bradley Weston was even here, but I wasn't about to ask, because I was sure, I would get myself beat up. I didn't want that.
"That leaves you next," I speak up to Maia. I watched as she began to blush when she saw Connor. It reminded of Darrero, and thought it was a good thing that Vi wasn't here this year. She would already be making plans to get those two together.
"I'm Maia Simmons, and I'll be auditioning with the first solo of All that Jazz from the musical Chicago," she announced. I wondered if she knew that was the play that the theater department. I decided to listen to her sing anyhow.
Come on babe why don't we paint the town
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot!
It's justy a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
I case you shake apart
I watched as she finished, and then ran down excitedly towards where Connor and her friend were. Then the three of them joined up and headed somewhere to get pizza. Man, this was going to be a long afternoon of auditions.
Three teenagers who didn't even stand a chance, one running late for something, and someone who tried flirting with Mike later, finally someone walked in. I had never seen her so I wondered if she was new. That was until a brown haired, green eyed RENT wearing t-shirt, girl stood on stage. She seemed happy about something, and then she spoke up.
"Hi. My name is Caroline Stone, and I'm really excited to be here. Anyhow, I will be auditioning with No Cure by Megan Hilty," she tells us. I look down at my list, and noticed that I had three people written down, and hoping for another.
I've got this fever running through my veins
Keep on trying but I just can't shake it
All this medicine that I keep taking
It ain't working, I keep hurting
It's something more
What if there's no cure
Pick me up and take me back to my bed
Put a cold towel on my head
You say try some of this instead
Then you tell me that it's working
But I'm not sure
What if there's no cure
I've been blind since you left
I can't see a way out
I've been deaf since you went
To any words of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain't getting any better
What if there's no cure
I light a candle and I say a prayer
I might need a miracle right here
Cause I'm fading and I feel so scared
of disappearing
I used to feel you so much more
What if there's no cure
I've been blind since you left
I can't see a way out
I've been deaf since you went
To any words of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain't getting any better
What if there's no cure
I keep trying to pull out
Of this spiral that I'm in
But you're burning up my heart
and you're underneath my skin
They say when you lose it all
(when you lose it all)
That you can't lose anymore
What if there's no cure
What if there's no cure
I've been blind since you left
I can't see a way out
I've been deaf since you went
To any words of hope now
And the scary thing is
It ain't getting any better
What if there's no cure
What if there's no cure
There's no cure
"Thank you Caroline," I tell her happily as I write her name down on the sheet. "Results will be posted by the music room in two days time," I tell her, as Mike had told the others. I nervously spike my hair a bit, and wonder where Natalie and Destiny were since they mentioned that they would show up, and I hadn't seen them yet, and a couple more hopefuls walk in. They weren't that great, but they at least tried. Then Hero walked in.