Song: Monster- Skillet
It's stormy again! And guess what, the storm is interfering with Glee! It makes me so mad. I have been waiting for this episode for at least 2 months. It just enrages me. Luckily, my station is playing it again at 3 am. I will be waking up at 3 to watch it.
Don't own that one show that I'm missing right now. Stupid storm.
"Hudson!" I screamed down the hallway. I'm in one of my anger issue modes right now. You don't want to know. Trust me. He kind of just froze, turned around, saw it was me, then bolted down the hallway. What the hell man. I thought we were cool after that game. "Hudson! Seriously man. I just need a favor. I'm not in the mood to actually kick the crap outta ya. Come back here damn it!"
I finally caught up with him after a good 10 minutes of running. I'm not in that kind of shape. I can't even breathe right now.
"Alright. You caught me. What are you gonna do to me?" Really?
"Look Finn. I already told you. I need a favor."
"Like what?"
"First I need you to tell me something. Why were you running from me like a little girl after we came to a truths after the game?"
"Mainly because I heard someone pissed you off. No matter what 'truth' we came too, I'm not taking my chances with you when you're pissed." Fair enough.
"Ok. I'll take that. Now, can you get your little jazz band for me?"
"What? You gonna take it out on them?" Dear god.
"NO! Geez Hudson. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to try something. So can you get them to come to the auditorium after school?"
"I still don't—"
"Don't question it. I just need the band alright?"
"Um sure. I'll let you know what they say."
"Good man. Later man."
"Yeah. Bye." He is so paranoid. It's not even funny right now.
….
From: Hudson
Ok they agreed with it. Granted they just agreed to it so you wouldn't beat them up for disagreeing. But they'll be there.
Why is everyone in this school a huge pansy?
To: Hudson
That works. Thanks.
*After school*
"Ok. Thanks for meeting me here guys."
"Anytime. Why are we here?" said the drummer. He's shaking really bad. Sigh.
"I know you guys help the glee club with their performances. And every single one of them have said that singing helped them at least feel better when they have problems. So I wanted to try it." They all relaxed at that. I guess they're finally getting that I don't want to beat their asses. It's about damn time.
"Ok. That's fine man. What song?"
"Do you know Monster by Skillet? Oh wait. That's a dumb question. You know every song on the face of the earth right?"
"Pretty much."
"Right. Well Monster then."
"Sure thing man."
As they started, I can't help but feel like someone else is in the auditorium. But right now, I don't care. I just want to shake my pissed off state.
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
They're right. This is feeling a lot better. Skillet was a good choice too. Kind of screamy.
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet...haha...kind of ironic when I think about it...
in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed
In my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me?
Make it end!
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
Cause if I let him out,
He'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this
Make it end
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me,
It wants my soul
It wants my heart
No one can hear me scream
Maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me
Stop this monster!
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that
I feel like a monster!
Oh my god that was awesome! I don't know who did it, but someone just did something to the mic and made it do the growl thing. Oh that was cool.
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control,
It's something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster!
That was amazing. That was absolutely amazing. The band was clapping, a few of them were even whistling. I feel so much better now. When the died down though, I heard one more clap. One. Lone. Clap. None of the band was moving. Then I looked down into the audience, and sitting there, looking as perfect as ever, was the one and only, yep you guessed it. Kurt Hummel.
"I must say Karofsky. That was quite the performance. Seems like you're discovering things about yourself." Ouch. That hurt.
"Well, how could I not when people cower from me every time I turn the corner? I'm a monster."
"No. You feel like a monster. Guys, can you leave for a minute?" he asked to the band.
"Not too far guys! I wanna do that again!"
"Looks like Dave Karofsky likes to sing." Maybe.
"Well, more than anything, I liked being able to get my frustration out. It felt good. And that song is just too fun to sing. What are you doing here though? Aren't you supposed to be at your fancy school in Westerville? And before you say anything, I heard Hudson talking about it in the locker room."
"Well, FINN told me that you wanted the band to meet you after school. I became curious, so I skipped the rest of the day to see how this would go."
"You seriously skipped school for the possibility to hear me sing? Really?"
"No. I skipped school because I wanted to know what you would sing about. Like I said. You only feel like a monster. In reality, you're just confused and scared, so you let that turn into rage. And the only thing you have to do to make it go away is to accept what's going on inside of you. I know it's a scary thing. I've been there myself. But the sooner you come to accept, the less you'll feel like a monster, because then you'll stop feeling the need to lash out at everyone. And could you make it quick? I would really like to come back here. As you can see, I don't do well with uniforms." Oh. He is wearing his uniform. You know, he's right. The blazer is hot, the pants are not.
"No promises. But this is step in the right direction right?"
"Um, singing a song about your inner demons? In a way I suppose."
"No. This:" I cleared my throat to make it sound more official sounding. Face it. Clearing your throat always makes you sound important. "I, David Alexander Karofsky, am gay."
"It'd be better if you scream it."
"Is there anyone else in this room?"
He sighed. "Always one step forward, two steps back with you. To ease your mind, no. No one else is in here."
"Sorry to disappoint Hummel. One step at a time. Now. I AM GAY. YEAH. ME. I'LL SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOF TOPS IN A COUPLE YEARS OR SO, BUT I WANT TO KURT HUMMEL TO KNOW THAT I AM GAY!"
"Yes. That's progress."
"Awesome. Can I have the band back now?"
"I suppose."
I know. Weird ending. But hey. There ya go.
I interpretted the verses to talk about the gay situation, and then the chorus to tell that Dave is a monster because he lashes out at everyone else because he can't accept that he is in fact gay.
So yea. Tell me what you think.