A/N It's been 9 days. Within that 9 days, I had no idea what I was doing. Plus, I have been busy with university. But, I just got to writing literally an hour ago. And I'm uploading it now! :)
This story is completely spontaneous. I'm not sure where I'm taking it... I think I keep saying that, but I just want to let you guys know that I have no idea what I'm doing. Just to further exacerbate that I'm inexperienced with writing fan fiction.
This chapter is much longer. Initially, it was short like the other ones but I felt like I should be writing more. So, it's double the usual word count.
Also, the song later in this chapter is 'Jungle - Emma Louise'. Check out the song and buy it. :)
The cast and crew applauded Rachel after their final rehearsal of the revival of 'West Side Story'which will be shown on broadway. Rachel, of course, had earned the leading female role Maria. She smiled humbly, looking downwards, thanking everybody. She too congratulated everybody on their hard labour with blood and sweat. Their commitment was always so consistently continuous.
Everybody said their goodbyes, leaving the theatre. Rachel was always the first one to enter, and the last one to leave. The owner of the theatre had given her a key in case she wanted to stop by to play the piano on the stage, or sing by herself in the theatre like she always does. Ricardo, the owner loved it when he was typing away in his office, hearing her angelic voice that was always pitch perfect. It made his paperwork more enjoyable, and her voice was soothing and calming. It relived stress that Ricardo would sometimes have. Though, he was not in today.
Rachel sat by the piano, playing it, and feeling it. Talking with Kurt about Jill only made her think about her even more. Although it was time for her to finally move on, it is a very difficult thing to do. As cliche as it was, Rachel preferred to sing about her feelings rather than explain them in words. Although words are very powerful, Rachel found it more heartfelt for her to sing those powerful words.
In a dark room we fight, make up for our love.
I've been thinking, thinking about you, about us.
And we're moving slow, our hearts beat so fast.
I've been dreaming, dreaming about you, about us.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head, oh!
I was speaking soft, see the pain in your eyes,
I've been feeling, feeling for you, my love.
And our bodies are tired, our shadows will dance,
I've been aching, aching for you, my love.
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head is a jungle, jungle,
My head, oh.
Rachel sighed, and gulped. Her heart emptied its ache for now. Out of nowhere, somebody started applauding with a half second gap between each clap. Her eyes searched the theatre to pinpoint and find the person applauding at her. Fourth row from the front, Rachel found a blonde woman sitting on the edge seat of the aisle, smirking. The theatre was poorly lit, unlike the stage. Rachel could not distinguish the colour of the woman's eyes. Though, in this light, they were dark and lusty.
"You're not supposed to be in here." Rachel gulped, closing the fall of the piano roughly.
"I think what you mean is that I wasn't supposed to hear and watch that." the blonde's voice was raspy. Her hair was long. She wore an open neck burgundy woolen jumper paired with dark fitted jeans and ankle boots.
"Either way, you are not supposed to be in here." She really did think she was alone in the theatre.
"But isn't that what all these seats are for?" she gestured with her arms wide open "To listen and watch people with talent perform? It's what that stage is for, right?" her chin raised.
Rachel sighed and licked her lips. "You're correct about the purpose and use of them... but you clearly do not follow rules."
The blonde smirked and let out a low, seductive laugh and stood up from her seat, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you have to break some rules if you want to capture something…" click She paused and pulled the camera away from her face as she smiled genuinely "raw." They looked right into each other's eyes, not saying a single word. "See you 'round." The blonde held her gaze and smirked, walking backwards down the aisle. She turned to walk towards the entrance doors.
"Now, wait a minute!" Rachel ran towards her messenger bag, and grabbed her coat but the doors had already shut, and the blonde was now gone. Rachel bolted towards the door anyway, looking around as she was locking up. Not a blonde in sight.
Lately, she had noticed the abundance of paparazzi given that the opening night of 'West Side Story' was slowly drawing in closer. Though, she knew that Jesse and the team would call the paparazzi up to raise publicity for her. However, Rachel did not get the vibe that the blonde woman was paparazzi. She was different.
The sky, black and the breeze, crisp. She shrugged into her red coat, straightening it out. Her small hands were turning into ice, and she cupped them to her mouth, breathing warmth into them – a swirl of thin mist exiting the gaps of her hand. Rachel walked down the dim-lit street, on the way to a busy road down the corner to hail a cab back home.
Whilst succeeding in hailing a cab, a blue humming of blue neon lights attracted her attention. "Sarah's Camera Shop." It was definitely new; a store that had not been there before. Rachel was tempted to go inside, her eyes were searching inside the room out of curiosity. However, because of her lack of proximity, she did not find much.
"Are you getting in or not, miss? What's your choice?" the cab driver said, pulling down his window.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm coming in."
She opened the cab door, looking inside the lit store. A blonde woman turning the open sign into closed.
Shutting the door, Rachel continued, "I got a little distracted." She bit her lip as the lights within the camera shop switched off.