A/N: This is my first fanfic story. English is not my native language, so I really appreciate if you bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee/Characters.

The night she had a talk with her dads really cheered her up. No matter how hard it could be, she had to face the reality and move on. She had to live her life, full life, no matter when. Suffering, struggling, heart breaking, every experience she's gone through was one step closer to be a star.

That was why Rachel stood outside of the local studio in Lima, gripping tightly a piece of paper, which an instructor from the dance school gave her, written a name and the studio address.

She breathed deeply and pushed the door.

A twenty-middle blonde receptionist looked at Rachel up and down. "Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. Is Mr. David Montenegro here?"

The receptionist masked a wooden face. "Do you have an appointment?" She tapped her finger on the desk, thinking what the hell this animal sweater teenage girl had to do with the guy who she'd been into for a long time.

Rachel fake smiled, sensing her very unfriendly manner for a receptionist. "Actually, yes I have. My dance school teacher gave him notice that I was visiting."

After the receptionist called his extension number, a man with glasses and curly brown hair walked into the front. "Hi, you're Rachel, right? I'm David." He offered his hand. "Susan called a few days ago. Shall we go to my office to talk?"

Rachel followed him in his small office. "Thank you for your precious time for me," she said as he encouraged her to have a seat.

"According to Susan, you want to learn musical grammar or something." David asked, shuffling papers on his desk.

"I'm a member of Glee Club in McKinley High and I want to write an original song for Regionals. Um, not just for Regionals, but for myself. I mean, not just one song. Singing and performing are my life, music is my therapy. I've expressed my emotion with so many songs, but all are other artists' ones. I need to express my emotion on my own way."

Rachel could tell that she was nervous. "Um, I began to read some books about music theory, but I found there's a limit to what I can learn by myself. When I asked Ms. Lagardere, she said you might help. I will go along with your schedule, since apparently you have a regular job here. And… oh, of course if you can help…"

David chuckled at Rachel's rambling, though undecided. "I don't know if I can live up to your expectations…" He rubbed his scruff. "Besides, as you noticed, I work here on regular basis. My work schedule depends on a studio booking. And I also have my band rehearsals on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"I'll proceed to study with books by myself. I've already begun to work an original song for Regionals. But I think I ought to have uncertainties in the course of songwriting. All I want to ask is advice or opinion from people with experience in songwriting. Half an hour, or fifteen minutes a week, I don't mind. I swear I'll never be trouble for you. I don't know anyone experienced. Of course, I'll pay… your asking price. I-I…"

"All right," David cut her off. Her passion and desperateness reminded him of his younger self, who had a big dream. Maybe helping her could inspire him to start writing his own songs again. "I am happy to share my learning in college." He smiled at Rachel, who clapped her hands shrieking, remembering Susan briefed him on her recent emotional state.

Rachel fished her pink binder out of her backpack and examined her own schedule. She wrinkled her forehead, thinking how she could make it work with his tight schedule.

"How about exchange our numbers? It's better for me to be flexible. I'll let you know when I have a free time. If you're available too, we can meet here this office or somewhere. What do you think?" David suggested as if he read her mind.

This is a new beginning, new chapter of her life. Rachel thought. She jumped up from the chair and walked toward David. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She hugged him happily.

Any thoughts?