Soundtrack: The Subtle Art of Conducting a Triad, or Brittany's Psychic Cat
This is the soundtrack to my Glee Big Bang fic, "The Subtle Art of Conducting a Triad, or Brittany’s Psychic Cat," the master post of which is here. There are individual links to each track, as well as a zip file containing the entire soundtrack, track listing, and fic cover art.
⎜one⎟
She half-heartedly flipped through the channels until she landed on what seemed like the millionth cycle of "America's Next Top Model." It reminded her of Mercedes and Noah. She vaguely considered changing the channel, but didn't.
It was then, sitting in the only decent bar near Columbia University's School of Architecture...that Noah Puckerman came to the realization that he was still in love with Quinn and Mercedes.
She saw a teal sweater that practically screamed Quinn, and it was so eerie she decided to go to another store. And then she saw a picture of a Led Zeppelin tattoo in a kiosk, and that reminded her of Noah. Mercedes decided that maybe she should go back to studying. So she did.
⎜two⎟
"... I need you, okay? And Noah. I feel like I loved, really loved, in high school. And I've been trying to feel that love ever since, but I've been failing miserably, because you and Noah are the only people that made me feel that way and I was an idiot for thinking that I could find that with someone else."
⎜three⎟
Two years later, they each had solos in "Let the River Run" for our sectionals performance their senior year, and the amount of emotion they infused into Carly Simon's Oscar-winning song told me that they were still going strong. The three of them. Together.
⎜four⎟
You never were one of those girls that wanted me to talk about my feelings...and that's one of the things I loved about you. Love about you. Maybe you were just really confident and you didn't need me to reaffirm how I felt about you every two minutes...Anyway, you never asked me to give you that crap, which means I'm five years overdue. So here goes.
⎜five⎟
The singer trailed off into unintelligible moans.
"Oh," said Quinn. "Oh. Oh."
"Exactly," Mercedes said from the back.
Noah drove up the ramp to the highway. He turned up the volume. "You know I'm picturing you taking off your-"
Mercedes pouted. "I hate you so much right now."
⎜six⎟
Mercedes snaked a hand from under the blankets, hit the snooze button, and spun the volume wheel down - all with amazing accuracy, considering her eyes were still closed. Noah would've been impressed, if he wasn't pissed that he was waking up to the fucking theme song from fucking Baywatch.
⎜seven⎟
"And obviously I can't marry you both, but, um, I...really fucking love you, okay? And I really love fucking you-" ... The rings were identical white gold bands, except for a single marquise-shaped gem. He slid the ring with the ruby on Mercedes' ring finger and said "Ani ledodi v'dodi li, haRo'eh baShushanim. Ani ohev otkhah." He slid the ring with the emerald on Quinn's finger and whispered the same phrase.
⎜eight⎟
I've always thought childhood friendships were the ones worth keeping, and it's true. Because a childhood friend is someone who's seen you grow up and become the adult you are, and still wants to be your friend. I know that I've found that in my New Directions friends. And Mercedes, Quinn, and Noah definitely found that in each other.
⎜nine⎟
Rachel managed to gather everyone into the living room. "Okay guys! We're singing You've Got the Love."
Mercedes spoke up. "A: We're not singing. B: You've Got the Love is not a group song. If you want to sing so badly, why don't you sing it? That was not a suggestion, by the way." ...
They were all powerless to resist, and grudgingly managed to put together a decent group version of "You've Got the Love," ... The song ended (to enthusiastic, if slightly perplexed applause)...
⎜bonus⎟
⎜.zip file⎟
⎜one⎟
She half-heartedly flipped through the channels until she landed on what seemed like the millionth cycle of "America's Next Top Model." It reminded her of Mercedes and Noah. She vaguely considered changing the channel, but didn't.
It was then, sitting in the only decent bar near Columbia University's School of Architecture...that Noah Puckerman came to the realization that he was still in love with Quinn and Mercedes.
She saw a teal sweater that practically screamed Quinn, and it was so eerie she decided to go to another store. And then she saw a picture of a Led Zeppelin tattoo in a kiosk, and that reminded her of Noah. Mercedes decided that maybe she should go back to studying. So she did.
⎜two⎟
"... I need you, okay? And Noah. I feel like I loved, really loved, in high school. And I've been trying to feel that love ever since, but I've been failing miserably, because you and Noah are the only people that made me feel that way and I was an idiot for thinking that I could find that with someone else."
⎜three⎟
Two years later, they each had solos in "Let the River Run" for our sectionals performance their senior year, and the amount of emotion they infused into Carly Simon's Oscar-winning song told me that they were still going strong. The three of them. Together.
⎜four⎟
You never were one of those girls that wanted me to talk about my feelings...and that's one of the things I loved about you. Love about you. Maybe you were just really confident and you didn't need me to reaffirm how I felt about you every two minutes...Anyway, you never asked me to give you that crap, which means I'm five years overdue. So here goes.
⎜five⎟
The singer trailed off into unintelligible moans.
"Oh," said Quinn. "Oh. Oh."
"Exactly," Mercedes said from the back.
Noah drove up the ramp to the highway. He turned up the volume. "You know I'm picturing you taking off your-"
Mercedes pouted. "I hate you so much right now."
⎜six⎟
Mercedes snaked a hand from under the blankets, hit the snooze button, and spun the volume wheel down - all with amazing accuracy, considering her eyes were still closed. Noah would've been impressed, if he wasn't pissed that he was waking up to the fucking theme song from fucking Baywatch.
⎜seven⎟
"And obviously I can't marry you both, but, um, I...really fucking love you, okay? And I really love fucking you-" ... The rings were identical white gold bands, except for a single marquise-shaped gem. He slid the ring with the ruby on Mercedes' ring finger and said "Ani ledodi v'dodi li, haRo'eh baShushanim. Ani ohev otkhah." He slid the ring with the emerald on Quinn's finger and whispered the same phrase.
⎜eight⎟
I've always thought childhood friendships were the ones worth keeping, and it's true. Because a childhood friend is someone who's seen you grow up and become the adult you are, and still wants to be your friend. I know that I've found that in my New Directions friends. And Mercedes, Quinn, and Noah definitely found that in each other.
⎜nine⎟
Rachel managed to gather everyone into the living room. "Okay guys! We're singing You've Got the Love."
Mercedes spoke up. "A: We're not singing. B: You've Got the Love is not a group song. If you want to sing so badly, why don't you sing it? That was not a suggestion, by the way." ...
They were all powerless to resist, and grudgingly managed to put together a decent group version of "You've Got the Love," ... The song ended (to enthusiastic, if slightly perplexed applause)...
⎜bonus⎟
⎜.zip file⎟