Song: Cher Lloyd's Oath. :D
Captain Sebastian Part 2
I spent most of the night trying to figure out how to fix the sudden change in the setup. So I went to breakfast groggy around quarter to seven.
Around seven fifteen, I went to the choir room still in a bit of disarray. My coat hung on my satchel and I was attempting to tie my tie while walking. I expected less than half of the Warblers to be there this morning. But was surprised to find all the Warblers, already bright eyed and bushy tailed, already starting on practice.
I sneaked into the sides and placed down my bag on the floor as I finished fixing my tie. When they finished I applauded, which caused half of the Warblers to jump not seeing me seated by the old council table.
"That was great, guys!" I complimented. "If we could pull this off later, we have a good shot at beating New Directions."
The other Warblers were chatting happily with each other, congratulating each other.
"How long have you guys been practicing?"
"Quarter to seven." Nick replied trying to remember. "I think it was seven."
"Definitely earlier." Jeff said lightly bouncing on his feet. "I remember being there when the breakfast bell rang. I haven't done that since freshman year."
"That was last year, Jeff."
"Still."
"Well, you guys did good." I repeated then looked at my watch. It was seven thirty. But these guys have been rehearsing since sunrise and I know for a fact that more than half of these guys don't get up till around twelve. "Why don't you guys take five? We'll start to the finishing touches to the vocals after."
The Warblers started to disperse. Although most of them decided to stick around the choir room. I pulled out some of my notes from inside my satchel. I have a biology quiz Monday morning and I have a feeling this Warbler drama is going to take most of my weekend.
Just as I started to read through the first few pages, Trent called my name.
"Sebastian."
I looked up and found the Jeff, Nick and Trent all looking at me expectantly. I don't know who am I supposed to curse, Blaine for being such a gossip, or me for my big mouth.
"What do you guys need?" I asked. "I have a biology quiz Monday morning, and I am still not sure about our new set list arrangement for later. My voice is a little higher than Zander's was I am not sure if we need to change the pitch or try to work on a whole new song for…"
"Sebastian." Nick said closing my notebook. "You are stressing yourself out. I'll tutor you later if you really need it. But you need to calm down and we all need to talk."
"We need to concentrate on Regional's." I countered. "The Warbler's haven't reached Nationals since the year before last even under Wes' leadership and I would really like to bring the Warblers back to its former glory."
"Nationals doesn't really matter if the Warblers aren't whole." Trent protested. "It wouldn't feel the same if there is no brotherhood."
"Don't worry, after all this is done, you guys can have your brotherhood back." I said bitterly. I refused to look at them in the eye. I could not bear the hurt looks in their faces. They refused to acknowledge it. But they left me.
I tried reaching out, but I was given a cold shoulder. After the whole Michael incident, to them I was nothing more than their Captain. All of them. I was given the cold shoulder when I was hurt. I was a wounded Warbler, but the flock left me and I was left to mend my own broken wings.
"You know that is not what I meant." Trent groaned. "Sebastian…"
"Five minutes are up." I said shoving my notebook back into my bag my face impassive. "We need to have a dry run on vocals so we could see if we need adjustments for the vocals."
"Seb…"
I was already on my feet calling the attention of the other Warblers.
~()~
Travelling from Westerville to Lima was a good two hour drive. The school lent us one of the school buses for competitions so the Warblers started to fill into the bus. I did the head count and double checked if we had our spare uniforms. (In case someone was stupid enough to stain their uniform with something as ridiculous as ketchup. Which happened once according to Wes.)
Johansson Mason, the Dean of Dalton, entered the bus which caused a cheer from the Warblers.
"Good Morning, Warblers." He said smiling proudly. "I came to wish you all good luck. And some words of wisdom."
"Life's too short." I could almost feel his eyes looking at me. "Win or lose, don't let a simple competition get in the way of your friendship, of brotherhood." He said "Just remember. Once a Warbler…"
"Always a Warbler." The Warblers chorused loudly.
He smiled "Good Luck, Warblers"
The Dean placed a hand on my shoulder then went down the bus. I sat in the front nearest to the door. It would make head count and over all announcements easier, and sitting in the front seat makes it easier to avoid everyone. The bus started up and the Warblers were all either conserving energy or trying to build them up. I plugged in a pair of headphones and closed my eyes.
I felt the seat sink beside me. I opened one eye and found Trent sitting beside me with a sheepish look on his face. I raised an eyebrow and he made a motion for me to remove my headphones. I pushed one aside.
"Hi." Trent said. "Want to talk?"
"Pre-competition meditaion." I said making an excuse. "I don't think anyone wants me vomiting all over the stage."
A few months ago before Sectionals, I spent a good amount of time in the bathroom. Since then, I was known to have a nervous stomach. Although, I forgot to mention that I may or may not have eaten something rancid that morning. The Warblers didn't need to know that at this point. I have no problem performing in front.
That got Trent off my back, for now hopefully. I fixed my headphones and closed my eyes again.
I took a deep breath. This is it.
~()~
The actual completion doesn't actually start until around four in the afternoon. But of course there is still the blocking assignment, last minute rehearsals, make up, costume and all that.
The Warblers filled into the Auditorium which I admit was cleaned up rather nicely. The Audio Visual were being set up and from the looks of it some fog machines. There were these really large curtains at the back that give off these patterns of waves coming down.
Most of the Warblers left their coats in the classroom that was assigned to be our dressing room. Others hadn't fixed their ties and fixed their hair. Which probably shocked the New Directions. Well those other than Kurt and Blaine.
The teacher with curly hair, Mr. Shuster if I remember correctly, called the Warblers for the last blocking adjustment for the performance. Nick and Jeff stood in front facing everyone on stage.
"Alright guys." Nick said clapping his hands. "We have twenty minutes and we need to see if we have to adjust the blocking."
The first song had most changes. Since Zander had left, the Warblers insisted that I take his solo. So we had to replace some members, me being one of them. We spent a good fifteen minutes on that setup. Since most of the Warblers had a bit of an adrenaline rush and were goofing off a bit.
The last five minutes were easier, since most of us knew our own blockings without problem. When Mr. Shuster called our attention, we were already done and the next group started working on stage as soon as we went off.
"Hey." Kurt and Blaine greeted and everyone was in good spirits meeting some of their old friends again.
"Blaine!" Trent greeted happily hugging his best friend. I smiled at the two New Direction members and snuck away back to our room.
As much as I would love to hang around them being all friendly and sappy with their get together, I don't think I would like to spoil their fun. I would often do that but right now I don't feel like it feeling rather sick.
I groaned into my hands as I sat on one of the tables, my feet dangling from the ledge. I need to concentrate, Regionals, Warblers, Biology.
"Sebastian!" a rather ruffled Kurt appeared inside the room.
"What do you want, Lady Face? " I demanded I am really not in the mood for this.
"It's Jeff. " he wheezed clearly from running. "I didn't see what happened but the next thing I knew there was blood... "
"What did that blonde haired idiot do this time? " I demanded getting on my feet and headed out. "where are they? "
"Auditorium. "
I started to walk swiftly towards the auditorium. Kurt managed to catch up with me.
"What happened? "
"I don't know I didn't see. "
"of course you didn't. " I muttered as I entered the auditorium. I printed down the aisles and found Blaine by the stage with...
"Wes? "
The alumni looked happy to see us. But considering that Jeff got injured... Something fishy is going on.
"What are you doing here?" I looked around "where's Jeff? Kurt said there was blood. Where are the other Warblers? So help me if this is some sort of prank... "
"It's not" Wes said "We all need to talk. "
I groaned "I thought I told everyone I am done talking."
"Then you sit down and listen" Blaine said forcefully pushing me down on one of the front seats of the auditorium. "The warblers have something to say."
The curtains opened and the warblers were lined up on stage. What is this all about?
"Sebastian." Thad addressed stepping forward "we know that you weren't the best captain. But we were also not the best members."
"We disbanded the Warbler Council for selfish reasons." David admitted "We wanted to spend our senior year spending time with our friends and we thought it would be best if we assigned someone else to lead the group."
"We forgot how hard it is to lead the Warblers through competitions. And none of us made it any easier for you." Thad said "But even though you were a new Warbler, you managed to get us all through sectionals. Something that even Wes couldn't do alone. "
"You're better than people give you credit for, Seb." David commented "Thad and I didn't even know what was going on within the Warblers not like Wes was able to."
"But even before Wes started to help, you figured it out." Thad continued
"Who else would've known that Nick and Jeff were really good choreographers." Trent piped "Most of us were never really sure on how to dance on stage. That's why for years we tend to stick to the simple sway and clap routine and would play around at Dalton instead. Who else would've known that John was a really good a cappella vocals director?"
I shrugged "the guy calls himself Meatbox. So I assume he is really good at beat boxing."
"The point" Nick interrupted "is that we were too preoccupied thinking on how badly you would push us not to notice that you were suffering from stress. And with what happened with Zander..."
"I guess what we are trying to say is we're sorry." Jeff said "you pushed us into our limits that we didn't see that you never really pushed us to do something we didn't want."
"You just became really annoying sometimes" Trent commented "but you were a friend. A good friend to all of us. And we were being jerks."
"Well I was being a bitch." I commented "of guess I deserved it."
"That's the thing Seb." Nick said "you didn't deserve that."
"I think this is better summarized this way." Thad said as the Warblers started to sing. Jeff and Trent started taking the lead.
Yo, my best friend, best friend 'til the very end
Cause best friends, best friends don't have to pretend
You need a hand, and I'm right there right beside you
You in the dark, I'll be the bright light to guide you
'Member the time, time, times sneaking out the house
All of the time, time, times that you had your doubts
And don't forget all the trouble we got into
We got something you can't undo, do
Jeff and Trent both jumped off the stage and sang in front of me and the others.
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dad's new car
All the scars we share
I promise, I swear
Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you.
The two started to pull me to get in stage with the others. While Wes and Klaine encouraged them by pushing me off my seat. Then Nick and John started singing.
I know I drive you crazy, hmm, sometimes
I know I call you lazy, and that's most times
But you complete me, and that's no lie
You are my tuxedo, and I'm your bow tie
We in the car, sing, sing, singing our song
Rocking the building, tear it down, like we king kong
And in my eyes, you can do, do no wrong
You got a best friend sing, sing along
The warblers started singing at the top of their lungs and I was practically surrounded by the whole club. And I could keep the smile off my face. I don't know if it's because of the adrenaline or the acceptance of my peers.
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dad's new car
All the scars we share
I promise, I swear
Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you
Oh ohh, I'll never let you go
Oh ohh, whoa, this is my oath to you
Oh ohh, just thought that you should know
Oh ohh, whoa, this is my oath to you...
They were all looking at me with a hopefully look on their eyes.
"Well?" Thad asked
"Please stay, Seb." Trent said with his puppy dog eyes.
I sighed theatrically "Well, if I must."
The warblers laughed most couldn't help the smiles off their faces.
"Group Hug!" Trent instigated and I was suddenly trapped in between all the bodies that were a lot more muscular than I am. Squeezing the air out of me.
"Help!" I yelped from the middle of the hug causing the warblers to laugh. Wes, Kurt and Blaine went up the stage to greet us.
"Great to see you back to your normal, smirky self, Seb. " Blaine commented
"Well I can't wait to see your face when we win." I countered "right guys."
"Yeah."
~()~
We all went back to Dalton that night rather down. But not all the way. Most of the Warblers were in good spirits, playing around in the school bus mostly because Wes was joining us in the ride back to Dalton.
Second place is better than nothing I guess. But I had hoped to at least reach Nationals, oh well better luck next year I guess.
When we arrived at Dalton, we all headed towards the Choir room." Soon everyone had found a seat Wes called their attention.
"So everyone. That was a great performance." Wes said. "The best performance the Warblers have ever done."
That caused some cheering from the warblers.
"You all did great." He complimented. "And from the looks of it, you all had fun as well. And that is what matters. Second Place" he raised the trophy high. "And our brotherhood is whole again. I couldn't be prouder you guys."
Wes turns towards me. "I think I speak for everyone when I say this. But Seb, would you do us all the honor of placing this where it belongs."
With the encouragement of the Warblers I took the Trophy from Wes and placed it in the glass cabinet.
"I need to get back home." Wes noted looking at the time. "Just don't forget, Once a Warbler."
"ALWAYS A WARBLER!"
And this time, I believed it.
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