fly, dove! sing, sparrow!
Who: Rachel Berry + whoever.
What: Just a little rehearsal.
Where: The auditorium.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Rating: PG for now. Can change!
It wasn't that Rachel didn't love Glee club, because she did. Or, at the very least, she told herself that she did enough that she had no choice but to believe it. Sure, it was difficult being the most talented member (by miles and miles and miles) of a rag-tag group of teenagers, and of course it was strenuous being the example of shining success that would lead them to win Regionals, but it was what she had to do. And Rachel Berry had never been one to shirk her responsibilities. Which was why, every day after Glee rehearsal, she'd head to one of three places: dance class, acting class, or back here, to work on her solos. And since it wasn't Monday (ballet/jazz/tap), Wednesday (improv/Shakespeare) or Friday (modern/tango/ballroom), she was here.
She'd spent a few minutes in the control booth, fiddling with the light board to bring up the lights as brightly as she could. She stood under the heavy glow for a moment, letting the harsh white blind her from everything around her and the unnatural heat to seep into her skin, before she hit play on the remote control. Music flooded her ears, loud and strong from the stereo in front of her, and that was all it took.
When she opened her mouth, she wasn't Rachel Berry anymore. She was Millie, singing her heart out to her unknown love.
[song played: Gimme, Gimme from Thoroughly Modern Millie]
What: Just a little rehearsal.
Where: The auditorium.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Rating: PG for now. Can change!
It wasn't that Rachel didn't love Glee club, because she did. Or, at the very least, she told herself that she did enough that she had no choice but to believe it. Sure, it was difficult being the most talented member (by miles and miles and miles) of a rag-tag group of teenagers, and of course it was strenuous being the example of shining success that would lead them to win Regionals, but it was what she had to do. And Rachel Berry had never been one to shirk her responsibilities. Which was why, every day after Glee rehearsal, she'd head to one of three places: dance class, acting class, or back here, to work on her solos. And since it wasn't Monday (ballet/jazz/tap), Wednesday (improv/Shakespeare) or Friday (modern/tango/ballroom), she was here.
She'd spent a few minutes in the control booth, fiddling with the light board to bring up the lights as brightly as she could. She stood under the heavy glow for a moment, letting the harsh white blind her from everything around her and the unnatural heat to seep into her skin, before she hit play on the remote control. Music flooded her ears, loud and strong from the stereo in front of her, and that was all it took.
When she opened her mouth, she wasn't Rachel Berry anymore. She was Millie, singing her heart out to her unknown love.
[song played: Gimme, Gimme from Thoroughly Modern Millie]