Michael Jackson
Dear Diary,
I have found a poem, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning who expresses my love for Will:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life -
There was another line about death because she had ill health most of her life. I don't want to think about death so I didn't add that in. I left the poem on Will's desk today.
Dear Diary,
Mercedes told Will today that The Troubletones are enjoying being back in New Directions but they're disappointed they missed out on singing Michael Jackson so Will's considering using MJ again for Regionals. In the meantime, he wants to get the kids in the right mindset to win. So since MJ was a man…mmm, a man-child…a person, who successfully defied his critics, Will is giving them a 'What Would Michael Jackson Do? Week'.
Dear Diary,
Bad News Day. Blaine was slushied by Sebastion from The Warblers and his eye has been damaged. Something besides ice and food coloring was in that slushie. The kids want revenge, but Will has zero tolerance for violence. Rightly so, Puck's already done time in juvie and the last thing he needs is another crime added to his three files. If the Glee kids get into any trouble it will ruin their chances of going to Regionals let alone Nationals. When Will told them to let the 'system' take care of The Warblers, Artie went became furious and then went into a sort of trance. Will said it was weird, like his mind was completely elsewhere. I said, maybe he was imagining himself out of his wheelchair standing up to The Warblers. Sometimes I have very realistic imaginings like that. Will kissed me, 'Mmm, like the time you helped me with Toucha Toucha Touch Me?' 'Something like that.' I winked.
Dear Diary,
Good News Day.
Quinn has been accepted into Yale! Will said all the kids congratulated her at rehearsal today, except Rachel, she just sat there. Will's a bit worried about her. She hasn't been herself lately, quite subdued, we know she's got her sights set on NYADA, but she hasn't heard anything. Kurt however received his NYADA finalist letter today. He and his dad are over the moon. Burt spoke to Will about it and how grateful he is to Will for giving Kurt a place in McKinley where he could be himself and express his talents. It's what Will does best – he inspires and helps people see what's inside themselves. It's a great gift.
Dear Diary,
I slipped the note Will had left me, under some papers as Rachel came running into the office to show me her NYADA finalist letter. She's beside herself with happiness and thanked me for telling her about NYADA in the first place. After her whirlwind entry and departure I withdrew the note and read:
'Your poem, like your eyes makes me feel loved beyond comprehension. WWMJD? He'd say, 'I just can't stop loving you' because each time the wind blows I hear your voice so I call your name. Whispers in morning, our love is dawning, heaven's glad you came. You know how I feel, this thing can't go wrong, I'm so proud to say I love you. Your love's got me high, I long to get by, this time's forever, love is the answer.' XX Will