A/N: Hey, so let's pretend this isn't late and doesn't suck. Thanks!
Enjoy :)
Speedy ducked his head as he walked quickly through the halls, easily weaving between the numerous people that were moving slower than him.
"Hey," he called ahead as he spotted a face that he recognized several paces in front of him. "Hey!" he tried again, louder this time, but they still didn't turn around. Pausing to sigh loudly to himself, Speedy once again broke from the flow of people a passed several students to get to the one he was looking for. "Hey, you're in Glee Club, right?" he questioned.
Greg turned to look at the younger boy, brows furrowing. "Um, yeah," he answered after a moment's paused. "Sure."
Speedy nodded, hair flopping around his face as his head moved rapidly up and down. "Yeah, me too," he responded. "I'm Speedy."
That was a strange name. "Greg."
"Cool," Speedy replied, grinning at him.
Greg nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at Speedy skeptically. There was a minute of silence before Greg spoke up again. "So, what's up?" he questioned, too nice to just ignore the boy or walk away. He must have wanted something though, or else he wouldn't have approached him. Then again, Speedy did seem like the type to chase someone down just to chat.
"Nothing much," Speedy responded simply, still managing to rock back and forth even as he was walking the same pace as Greg. Then again, he never could sit still, or even just walk with fidgeting around. "You come up with a song for the first Glee assignment yet?"
Greg shook his head. Honestly, he hadn't even thought about it. "Uh, no, not yet," he responded with a shrug. "Have you?"
"Yeah," Speedy replied quickly, then paused, tilting his head to the side. "Well, no. Kinda, I guess," he continued. "I mean, I've got a couple ideas."
Greg nodded. "Cool," he responded, not pushing for more details. "And you're going perform on Friday?" he wondered.
Speedy shrugged. "Maybe, probably," he said. "Not too sure about that one either."
"Okay," said Greg simply, pausing and slipping out of the sea of people and off to the side of the hall, the other boy following him with ease. "Well, uh, this is my class," he murmured, jabbing a thumb towards the room behind him.
Speedy grinned. "Alright," he said, giving Greg a high five before he could eve register what was happening. "See you later then," he called over his shoulder as she moved back into the middle of the hall and around the corner.
Greg smiled to himself, nodding. "Yeah, see you later."
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again
Sunny glanced down at the lyrics she had printed out, mental chastising herself for not yet having the song she was going to perform tomorrow memorized yet.
She took a deep breath and began singing again.
Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
The door of her bedroom creaked open, and Sunny's mouth slammed shut.
"Sunny?" he farther questioned sharply, entering the room without being invited in. "What are you doing."
"P-practising, father," Sunny responded, head held high. "For glee club."
Eugene furrowed his brows at his daughter. "Glee club?" he repeated in a gruff voice. "Do you not have any work to do?"
Sunny shook her head, retreating back and sitting down on her clean, white bedspread, slightly wrinkling the corners of her already-made bed. "I finished already."
The door swung open again, and in came Sunny's mother, Mina, a large smile on her face like usual. She grinned at her husband as she passed him, moving to sit next to Sunny.
"Hello you two," she greeted. "Was that singing I heard?"
Sunny nodded, looking down. "Yes."
"Well, don't be embarrassed, honey," Mina assured, tucking a hand under Sunny's chin and lifting her head up. "It was wonderful."
Sunny nodded, a small smile appearing on her face as she looked at her mother.
"Why don't you practice again," Mina suggested softly. "I would love to hear, and I'm sure your father would too," she said, looking up at the man.
Eugene was about to answer when her phone rang, and he reaching into his pocket to pick it up. "Business," he explained quickly, putting the phone to his ear and exiting the room.
Mina's smile had only faded slightly when she looked back to her daughter. "Go ahead," she prompted. "I'd like to here."
Sunny nodded, standing up again. She took a deep breath, and began to sing.
"You know, Dylan, you can talk to me."
Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning back in the plush chair. "Is that right, Mr. Wayne?" he questioned sarcastically. "And here I am just coming here to see your beautiful face."
The guidance councillor sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Now, Dylan, no need to be so hostile," he reasoned.
Dylan resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "Now, Mr. Wayne, you and I both know that I'm always pretty hostile."
"So, how are you?" Mr. Wayne wondered, changing the subject quickly. He leaned forwards to look at Dylan, folding his hands in front of him."This is your third time seeing me this week. Everything alright?"
Dylan smirked his usual smirk. "I thought I told you," he said. "I just love seeing your ugly mug."
Mr. Wayne ignored the insult. "Have your nightmares been bad lately?"
Dylan's smirk quickly turned into a frown. "No," he denied.
"Dylan..."
Dylan stood, gathering his things quickly. "You know what, I gotta go," he said. "I've got practice. See ya, Wayne."
Mr. Wayne opened his mouth to respond, but Dylan was already gone.
Jordan really had no clue why she was here in the first place.
Because really, what was she going to do in Glee Club? Basically, all she had done was listen to the overly-excited Ms. Rodgers go on and on about the wonders of show choir, and watched a couple sub-par, pimple-riddled teens perform covers of popular songs. There was really nothing keeping her here.
Then again, she wasn't going to leave either.
She glanced back up to the girl performing, saddened to see that she wasn't even close to being finished. At least her singing wasn't half-bad, and she had rhythm, but was entirely to bubbly for Jordan's liking.
Sabrina grinned, bouncing up and down as she continued to sing.
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
And could she have picked a more cliche pop song? Probably not, considering Jordan had heard those same lyrics on the radio at least twenty times. Besides, how was this song even an introduction. Who was this girl's 'clarity', or was she perhaps the clarity herself? Jordan just didn't get how other people's thought process worked sometimes.
What was the girl's name again? Jordan tilted her head to the side, zoning out of the performance as she thought. Sabrina. The cheerleader, that explained it.
Jordan sighed. This was going to be a long meeting.
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do
Perry bobbed her head to the music as she sung, and Elizabeth found that she was nodding her head along as well, a grin on her face as she watched the other girl perform.
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
Liz smiled, singing along under her breath. Maybe she should have picked this song, but then again, Perry was totally rocking.
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me
Not me, not me
Perry smirked as she finished her song, flipping the mic up in the air and catching it. She shoved the mic stand to the side, taking her seat as the rest of the group clapped for her.
"I'll go next," Liz offered before Ms. Rodgers could even ask, standing and moving to the centre of the room. She whispered a couple instructions to the band people, then prepared herself to begin, grinning with excitement.
I'm on the train that's pullin the sick and twisted,
Makin the most of the ride before we get arrested,
We're all wasted,
And we're not going home tonight.
She could see a small smile appearing on Perry's face at her song choice, and it made Liz feel even better. The girl named Shay rolled her eyes, and Levi in the back was nodding his head.
If you're a freak like me,
Wave your flag!
If you're a freak like me,
Get off your ass!
It's our time now,
To let it all hang out
Everyone began to smile to themselves as the listened to the performance, and it made Liz feel light inside. Maybe. Just maybe, everybody else here was a freak too.
Some say you're trouble, boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
Evan held his hands in front of him as he sung, nothing else with him as he sung, nor any other sounds but that of the quiet track in the background. The room quickly quieted, everyone's attention turning to the boy onstage.
Up now and get 'em, boy
Up now and get 'em, boy
Drink to the devil and death at the doctors
Evan continued to sing, hand moving over his heart as he did so. It seemed as if he was singing only to himself, and not to all the others, but the charm in her voice had a soothing effect over the group.
In my blood I feel the bubbles burst
There was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst
You've a lazy laugh and a red white shirt
I fell to the floor fainting at the sight of blood
Confidence growing as his song progressed, Evan slowly began moving to the music, using the whole floor and feeding off the smiles of the other members. By the time he was finished, his heart was beating loudly in his chest.
Everyone broke out into applause, and Evan couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy, not since Noah. He smiled, and took a small bow. Maybe glee club really was a good thing. "Thank you."