Ok, so here's a brand new chapter. I can't explain how thankful I am for the people who followed, favorited and commented on this story, it makes me really happy and motivates me to keep going with it.
Thanks to my twitter friends too, for your help with those expressions that I can't always formulate for not being a native speaker. Especially to Myeveryday. Also to DM, for cheering on me and encouraging me to publish.
I'm still open to suggestions of songs, quotes, storylines, questions, and everything you want.
Disclaimer: don't own Glee but strongly believe they should hire fanfiction writers.
She arrived to the café she had been convened to by phone call. They hadn't given her a definitive answer on the phone; they only told her that she had a role in the play.
Her heart was beating so fast it seemed it would burst out of her chest. She took a deep breath and went in, looking at all the tables, searching for Mr. Jenkins, one of the producers. He was the one who had felt what she felt on her first audition; he had seen she felt something special on that stage. Of course, she had been thinking about her friends and her... her... Finn. There was not another definition for him… Or, well, to be honest, there were a lot, but they mostly included the word 'ex', and she didn't like it, because he still was an important part of her life. Also, things were too complicated to settle for just 'friend'. So 'Finn' was the only right term, with all that it implied.
– Hello Mr. Jenkins, I'm Rachel Berry, I had auditioned to Funny Girl.
– Sure, Miss Berry, I remember you. Please take a seat. – As she did, the man kept talking – Well, Rachel, you wanted the role of Fanny, am I right?
– Yes Sr., that was the role I had auditioned for.
– Well, Miss Berry, I must say I really liked your performance. Unluckily...
Her thoughts started running.
Ok, that's it. 'Unluckily'. Nothing good can come after that word, not for me at least. I didn't get Fanny. I DIDN'T GET FANNY. Oh my Barbra, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna say to everyone? Kurt, Mr. Schuester, my dads... Finn...
Ok, maybe I should listen to him, right? Right. Focus, Rachel Berry, it's not the end of the World. Remember when you didn't get into NYADA? You started singing about it. That won't happen anymore. You'll start doing something about what happens to you (besides singing, of course, that won't stop).
The man kept talking.
...we have found that maybe you lack of some of the experience and training you should have for a part of this magnitude. Please don't think we believe you're not good enough, but just happened to find people with more experience along the casting. Anyway, since you are here, it means you have a place in the play, and, you may not be the star but you'll get to be her understudy. Congratulations, Ms. Berry.
Lack of experience and training? Ok, Rachel, remember this is not Lima, this city is full of talent, and... who cares, I'm just an understudy. Fuck the world.
– Thank you Mr. Jenkins, I'm so grateful. When do rehearsals start?
– They will start in three months, we'll keep in touch for an accurate date.
– Perfect, I'll wait for your call. Goodbye Mr. Jenkins, and thank you again.
– My pleasure Miss Berry, we'll call you.
She left after they shook their hands.
She knew she had promised herself not to do that, but she did what she always does in moments like this: going away walking fast and looking down, trying to hide her tears until he got outside of the café. After all, it was New York, no one would care about someone walking down the street and crying.
If this would have been another role, she may not have felt this bad. But this was Fanny. Fanny! It was her dream role since she could remember. But may have come too soon.
By the time she arrived home, she had managed to stop crying. Her two friends were there. She wished Santana wasn't, though. She just wasn't ready for her bitter sense of humor yet.
Kurt saw her expression and immediately knew something was wrong. But he didn't say a word. He just hugged her hello, and asked how the meeting had been.
She told her friends what happened, her voice cracking a couple of times, her eyes burning and feeling blurry. Why was she so sensitive? I mean, it helped her cry on demand, but also when she didn't want to.
– Rach, you are young and talented, you just– Kurt started talking, trying to console her.
– Stop it, Lady Hummel, leave this one to me – Santana interrupted, holding her left hand in front of her friend's face – Ok, Berry, stop moping around, ok?
Rachel glared at her, as a warning that she wasn't ready for that.
– Don't give me that look; I won't be that hard, I've had my happy hour with that ex-hooker of yours.
– Not now, Santana... – Kurt warned her. The girl just rolled her eyes and kept talking.
– Whatever. Listen to me. You are talented, you know that. But you can't expect getting the leading part of a Broadway revival being 18 years old and having barely one year of study on dramatic arts. You had a chance, I won't say you didn't, but the man was right, this is a big city, you have serious competition here. Not only Mercedes, or Lady Hummel. This was your first big audition. A Broadway audition! And you actually got a part! We know it's kinda shitty because you won't get to draw on you all the attention you need in order to live – she felt Kurt staring at her as she said this, but she didn't look back – but it's better than nothing. And my third Mexican eye is telling me that that producer will consider you for future plays. And also that the actress you substitute will have a problem at least one night. You'll get your stage; you are Rachel Berry, aren't you?
Rachel couldn't help smiling a bit.
– Is your third eye becoming a crystal ball or something?
– How you dare? – Santana asked, displaying a fake horrified look – It's way better than that!
They all laughed together.
– Ok, thank you guys. I really needed to hear that from someone... –Rachel struggled to find the nicest word she could to describe Santana – objective, I guess. And thank you for not being "that hard" Santana, I know it's not easy for you.
– Yeah, well, don't expect more of that for a long time. Same for you, Nancy. I mean, these times of sweetness can only be counted with one hand. – Santana said while inspecting her nails.
– Sweetness. Sure... – Kurt mocked while Rachel walked to her room.
That night, besides her friends' pep talks, she couldn't help her tears streaming down her cheeks.
Maybe I could call him. Would that make me feel better? Or worse? I know I didn't call him after the audition was over, as he asked, but it just didn't feel right. Did Kurt tell him something about this? Because I don't want to be the one to explain to him, I know I'll cry again, and I don't want that, not when I'm talking to him.
What the hell!
Take the phone.
Directory.
'F' key.
'Finn Hudson'.
That handsome smile.
Finger above green button.
Press.
Finger above red button...
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Press.
– Wuzzup lil' bro?
– I think... I think you should call Rachel.
– What happened? Is she ok?
– Yeah, yeah… I mean, physically talking, she's alright.
– What do you mean by phy- can you just tell me what's going on? Don't scare me, Kurt.
– It's just... Her audition didn't go the way she expected.
– Oh crap. What happened? Didn't she get a part?
– She got Fanny's understudy.
– Well, that's cool! I mean, at least she got something…
– Are you forgetting who we're talking about here? She's Rachel Barbra Berry, Finn. She wasn't going to be happy unless she was Fanny, as in Star-Fanny, not Understudy-Fanny.
– Yeah, I know... But, do you think I should call her? I mean, I would, but will that make her feel better?
– She didn't even listen to Santana, she just made her believe she was listening. Look, I know her, and you do too. Better than me, in some ways I'm thankful for. – Finn rolled his eyes at his brother's double-meaning tease – And that's why I'm asking you to call her, you know as well as me that you're the only one who she listens to.
– Well... Ok, if you put it that way...
– C'mon, I know you want to call her all the time, Finn. Don't play it hard now.
– Ok, ok, I'll call her. Just... don't tell her that. Do you think she's awake now?
– I'm sure she is. She went to her bedroom, but I don't think she's sleeping.
– Do you think she's crying? Because I don't like-
His brother cut him off, his voice a bit higher.
– Stop being such a baby and call her Finn! God, I have to do all the work here!
– Ok, ok, don't freak out. I'll call her. Bye...
– Bye, thank you!
A/N: So… I'm starting to like this cliffhanger thing! Does he call? If so, does she pick up the phone? LOL!
But I'll update soon, I promise, because it's already written (and I'm on holidays), I just wanna see the response to keep going.
I'd really like to see what you think of this, it takes only two more minutes from your time but it keeps me motivated, it means the world to me!
Thanks you so much : )