A/N:
SO SO SORRY This is late. My computer had a major brain freeze on me.
Thanks to my amazing beta, because she puts up with my random wants of an update. My hat's off to xxXAngelDreamerXxx
*~*~*~* Mike *~*~*~*
I stared blankly as I turned on the little grey camera. It emitted a few loud beeps and bright flashes of something before it finally said it was recording. I pointed it towards myself so it filmed me. My jet black hair was a mess, sticking up in certain places, and I was still in my pajamas. I smiled and gave a half-hearted wave towards the camera, rubbing my eye and sighing before I was finally ready to film.
Skin head, dead headEverybody gone badSituation, aggravationEverybody allegationIn the suite, on the newsEverybody dog foodBang bang, shot deadEverybody's gone mad
"Hey guys. Uh, hope your summer is going good. Today, since Matt went off to football camp for the summer, I'm going to dance classes. I'll take you through all of that and then I was thinking about seeing what Puck or Finn was doing today. Alright, I'm going to get dressed, and I'll see you guys in a minute."
I set the camera down and left to go change. When I came back, I was wearing dark wash jeans, a white shirt, and grey and highlighter yellow over shirt. I'd worn it a few times. I glanced over to check the time on the stove, noon, and sat down to address the camera again. Only this time I had a plate with some breakfast on it, since it was the most important meal of the day.
After I'd finished eating I headed out and to my car so I could drive to dance class. I turned on the radio, and it reminded me to introduce my song. I set up the camera on the dash board, trying to drive and look at the camera at the same time with some difficulty. The second I tried to talk to it though, it fell and slipped down onto the floor. I came to a red light and quickly scooped it up, setting it back up, only more securely this time.
All I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usBeat me, hate meYou can never break meWill me, thrill meYou can never kill meJew me, sue meEverybody do meKick me, kike meDon't you black or white me
"Whoops, sorry. My song is They don't care about us by Michael Jackson for two reasons. One, it's the song we're rehearsing to in class, and two, it describes most of us in glee. Don't get me wrong, I love being in glee and I love my position as one of the dancers, but I dunno, it seems like I don't get to dance that often. I know tons of other people are also feeling a bit under appreciated, so I think this describes us well. But you're still doing a great job of running glee Mr. Schue." I smiled lightly, turning the wheel as I pulled into a space in the parking lot of the dance studio. "Alright, I'm kinda late so this should be fun." I gave a thumbs up and hurried through the doors.
First, we passed the front desk were a young red head woman sat, sifting through some papers. I waved and she nodded so I headed back to the locker rooms to change into my sweats, facing the camera away... obviously. When I'd finished dressing I rushed through the small locker room and headed through the halls into a large room where other dancers were already warming up and stretching. I smiled and pointed the camera over at Brittany, who liked to come dance here every once in a while. She caught sight of me and jumped and waved before running over.
"Hey! You brought your camera?" She waved at the camera. I set the camera down on the bench when the director told everyone to take their places. Brittany and I scurried off to get in our places.
All I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usTell me what has become of my lifeI have a wife and two children who love meI am the victim of police brutality, nowI'm tired of bein' the victim of hateYou're rapin' me of my prideOh, for God's sakeI look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...Set me free
The dance wasn't for amateurs. I had to admit, Brittany may not be smart but when she danced she actually looked like she had some sense in that brain. We all got to dance by our selves after a while, like when the club did give up the funk, and we each got to show off our style. Then we had to dance with partners. Brittany claimed me for herself today. It was fun twirling her around and doing a ton of other cool stuff. By the end of class we were all breathing hard.
"That was great. You should be my dance buddy all the time." Brittany said before we split ways to the different locker rooms. I had just finished getting dressed and was headed out when my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and I got really excited. I waved the phone at the camera and pushed the speaker button.
Skin head, dead headEverybody gone badtrepidation, speculationEverybody allegationIn the suite, on the newsEverybody dog foodblack man, black maleThrow your brother in jailAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about us
"Hello?" I called out to the phone.
"Hey, Mikey, how's it going?" Came a really familiar voice.
"Not much, Matt, how's camp?" I asked, waving the phone excitedly at the camera again as I sunk into the car.
"Same old, same old. I think coach has gotten grumpier since last year." I chuckled along with him.
"Just when we thought it couldn't get any worse." He hummed in agreement.
"Alright I gotta go. The guys are all headed out now."
Tell me what has become of my rightsAm I invisible because you ignore me?Your proclamation promised me free liberty, nowI'm tired of bein' the victim of shameThey're throwing me in a class with a bad nameI can't believe this is the land from which I cameYou know I do really hate to say itThe government don't wanna seeBut if Roosevelt was livin'He wouldn't let this be, no, no
"'Kay. Bye Matt." And with that he was gone. Matt and I used to spend every moment of summer together, always next to each other. He was my best friend and he was always, and always will be, there for me, just as I am for him. It's just hard that we aren't together this summer. "Alright let's call Finn and see what he's doing today. Maybe he and Puck will want to come grab a bite to eat or something.
"Hello?" Finn's digitized voice came through my speaker after about five rings.
"Hey, what's up?" He grunted before answering.
"Not much. I'm so tired." He groaned out. I smiled confusedly, scrunching my eyebrows. Finn never was the brightest person on earth, so he sometimes said things out of place. He was almost as dumb as Brittany, and that is saying something.
"Oh really? What did you do last night then?" I asked, turning the wheel to round a corner.
"Well, Kurt and I-"
"Nope. Please don't finish that sentence. Ever." There was silence for a while, save for some background sounds of Finn moving around and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I don't really care Finn and Kurt are together. If they are happy, good for them, I just didn't need to hear about it.
"So was that it or was there something else?" Finn asked, a sour tone lacing in his voice. He was obviously mad with how I reacted.
"Just called to see how you were doing and how summer was going." There was another silence. "Okay I'll go now." He hummed again before hanging up. I sighed. "Let's try this again." I started to dial a different number this time.
Skin head, dead headEverybody gone badSituation, speculationEverybody litigationBeat me, bash meYou can never trash meHit me, kick meYou can never get meAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about us
"'Sup?" Puck's voice rasped through the speaker. He sounded way out of breath. "Oh hold on, dude .No! Quinn, don't lift that, I'll get that! Quinn! Ugh, whatever." I blinked at the phone.
"What's going on there?"
"Helping Quinn move back into her parents place, and she keeps trying to lift things that she shouldn't even be near right now." I made a pouty face. We were all so shocked when she decided to give Beth up in the end.
"Okay, well I'll let you do that then." Within the next second he too was gone, and I was now sitting in the driveway of my house. Everyone had a life but me. I truly missed Matt and couldn't wait until summer was over.
Some things in life they just don't wanna seeBut if Martin Luther was livin'He wouldn't let this beSkin head, dead headEverybody gone badSituation, segregationEverybody allegationIn the suite, on the newsEverybody dog foodKick me, strike meDon't you wrong or right me
(X3) All I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about usAll I wanna say is thatThey don't really care about us (X3)
A/N:
Thanks again for your patience and I'm so sorry it's shorter than usual. Now I can focus on better characters I'm thinking of doing Artie and then Tina...what do you think? Also, Whatever you wanna think Finn and Kurt did last night...that's up to you... :P
