Fic: Self Song - Tina
Title: Self Song
Rating: PG-13/R (For some violent references and a little bit of language)
Pairing: None (Kurt-centric, All Glee Club)
Spoilers: Probably through Ballad - nothing specific (if you're concerned, you can send me a message)
Notes: While I personally wouldn't consider this a song-fic, it really kind of is. I heard the song that Kurt will sing (later on) on the radio and I really started thinking about the lyrics. It seemed to me that it was a really good song to describe Kurt. Then I heard the song that I have Puck singing and thought, "Wow, that's a great song for Puck..." and it spiraled from there. I really like this story and I hope that you do, too. There IS a certain order to the songs, believe it or not.
Extra Note: Tina's was another that I didn't love the way it came out, but it was okay...
Tina knows that it’s her turn. Kurt had already asked to go last and everyone else has had their turn. She didn’t mind singing in front of them, but she hadn’t been a big fan of this assignment. So she’d picked a kind of goofy song. She regretted that now, seeing everyone else’s performances. But it was the only thing she had prepared, so she really had no choice.
“I picked a more light-hearted song. I hope that you all like it.” She said. She noticed Quinn giving her a big smile and realizing that Quinn’s song hadn’t been that serious either. She wished she hadn’t had to go after Puck.
“When I walk down the halls I hold my head up high. Everybody’s looking, doesn’t mean they like me. It’s not so great to stand out from the crowd. I’m an easy target, they know where to find me. Run a race and I win it. Solve your problem in a minute. It’s not a mystery why I’m a misfit. Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Walking with my lunch tray passing table after table. Nobody makes room, everyone avoids me. People everywhere but I feel so alone here. Oh you think she’s perfect? Yeah, a perfect misfit. Run a race and I win it. Solve your problem in a minute. It’s not a mystery why I’m a misfit. It’s not the way I want to be. Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody likes you when they should. Work so hard why can’t they see. Wish they’d just appreciate me.”
By the time she was done, emotion had worked itself into the song. She looked around and saw the sad smiles of the other members. She realized that maybe the song hit truer than she had realized. And it hit true, not just for her, but for everyone else in this room, too.
“I appreciate you, Tina.” Brittany said. The huge grin on her face as she sat down made a lot of difference.
Rating: PG-13/R (For some violent references and a little bit of language)
Pairing: None (Kurt-centric, All Glee Club)
Spoilers: Probably through Ballad - nothing specific (if you're concerned, you can send me a message)
Notes: While I personally wouldn't consider this a song-fic, it really kind of is. I heard the song that Kurt will sing (later on) on the radio and I really started thinking about the lyrics. It seemed to me that it was a really good song to describe Kurt. Then I heard the song that I have Puck singing and thought, "Wow, that's a great song for Puck..." and it spiraled from there. I really like this story and I hope that you do, too. There IS a certain order to the songs, believe it or not.
Extra Note: Tina's was another that I didn't love the way it came out, but it was okay...
Tina knows that it’s her turn. Kurt had already asked to go last and everyone else has had their turn. She didn’t mind singing in front of them, but she hadn’t been a big fan of this assignment. So she’d picked a kind of goofy song. She regretted that now, seeing everyone else’s performances. But it was the only thing she had prepared, so she really had no choice.
“I picked a more light-hearted song. I hope that you all like it.” She said. She noticed Quinn giving her a big smile and realizing that Quinn’s song hadn’t been that serious either. She wished she hadn’t had to go after Puck.
“When I walk down the halls I hold my head up high. Everybody’s looking, doesn’t mean they like me. It’s not so great to stand out from the crowd. I’m an easy target, they know where to find me. Run a race and I win it. Solve your problem in a minute. It’s not a mystery why I’m a misfit. Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Walking with my lunch tray passing table after table. Nobody makes room, everyone avoids me. People everywhere but I feel so alone here. Oh you think she’s perfect? Yeah, a perfect misfit. Run a race and I win it. Solve your problem in a minute. It’s not a mystery why I’m a misfit. It’s not the way I want to be. Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody thanks you when they should. Do a job right, respect I mean, why can’t they just see me for me? Here’s what’s bad about being good, nobody likes you when they should. Work so hard why can’t they see. Wish they’d just appreciate me.”
By the time she was done, emotion had worked itself into the song. She looked around and saw the sad smiles of the other members. She realized that maybe the song hit truer than she had realized. And it hit true, not just for her, but for everyone else in this room, too.
“I appreciate you, Tina.” Brittany said. The huge grin on her face as she sat down made a lot of difference.