Hey readers, just wanted to say that even though it's the end of the line for the show, it's not even close to the end of the line for our community. Everyone of you are 'part of something special'. This show still means everything to me and don't expect the stories to stop. Glee lives on in our hearts.
The next three weeks are filled with nothing but me and only me trying to work some magic. I fill the empty practice room with the notes of a few of my favorites, hoping for inspiration to strike. I've never done anything even close to this, and it just doesn't seem even possible as I stare at the page in front of me, covered in empty bars. Then I glance into the empty room filled with empty chairs, just like my paper, they're just waiting for something to fill it. Suddenly, I realize just how alone I am, not even a crowd to impress; I don't even have my own ideas to keep my company. My mind wonders back to high school, when at least I thought I had it all together, the boy, the grades, the potential, it was all there, but somehow it all crumbled around me. I have no idea who I am. In high school, I was his girlfriend, the piano player, but now…I don't know. My entire image of myself just crumbled before my eyes. I have no idea who I am, with or without him or anyone else. That's when the waterworks really begin, I've never cried so hard in my life, the tears shed for losing Finn and Kurt were only the opening number for this kind of sobbing. I had no idea I could even feel this much. Before I even know what's happening my fingers are slamming the keys in a combination that is nothing like I've ever heard, and it's great. Liberating, I'm finally free of myself. I repeat the chords again and again, every time feeling better, more like a person, letting go. This process repeats until I have about ten just-a-few-bar-pieces that sound nothing alike. Then it hits me, a rhapsody telling my story. From that nobody of a girl into the one suddenly feel like, still unsure yet confident, but been through so much. I play and rearrange until the lines in in the perfect order of events; opening with medium paced hesitant bars, into the heartbreak power chords, then the bold end to tie it all up. This is it, my story, my feelings, my score. Suddenly, I'm feeling much more like myself.
It's a week before the big concert, but I'm not too worried, I know my piece is perfect and I know that the feeling of the crowd's awe is all I need. I'm attempting to come up with the perfect title for my piece, reading and listening to music, hoping some line will give me the perfect idea, when I hear a classical tune that my phone is emitting. I pick it up without even look at who it is.
"Hello?"
"Finally got that piece for that big concert done?" Kurt asks. Then it all hits me.
"You knew the whole time." It's a statement, not a question.
"Yeah, I had to do something to get you out of your own head."
"So, you started a whole fight with me, just so I could write something?"
"Guilty. Well, kind of. I really did hate you at first and I really did start talking to you for him, but he was right, we ended up friends."
"So, you aren't siding with Finn."
"Well, Finn did the right thing, but he probably could have taken a different route to get there." I sarcastically laugh. "So, do I get to hear it or what?"
"Can you make it here in a week?"
"For you? Anything."
I love you all. We're going to be ok.