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Fanfic: Center Stage 2.0.01 - New Beginnings

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Fifteen years. It’s been fifteen years since one talented and rather competitive alumnus joined St. Cecilia Academy’s faculty and hoped to revive the school’s dying arts program. Needless to say, his efforts had not been in vain, and although tough at first, Center Stage pulled through, ultimately winning Nationals on its second year. But the years can be unkind to a club and its popularity…and what more, a man.


Thus, we return to New York City, the most populous city in the United States, and one of the most populous metropolitan areas in the world, the city that is home to many who dream of making it big in the world.


And in this fair city lies Manhattan, the most densely populated borough and home to Central Park, Broadway and of course St. Cecilia Academy, an exclusive boarding school for the wealthiest of the wealthy. It is in the hallowed halls of St. Cecilia’s where our story will once again take flight.


The start of the school day finds The Holy Heralds being led relentlessly by their coach, clad merely in a tight fitting tank top, leggings and rubber shoes, her hair tied back neatly in a ponytail. She smirks, although it almost seems as if she were cringing inside at the sight of how low the once mighty group had sunk.


And with the twitch of an eye, she screamed into her megaphone.


“That was the most offensive thing I've seen since the airing of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo!” yelled the pretty young coach, a slight French accent clinging to her vocals. “Get out, all of you! And don’t come back ‘til you all grow some testicles!”


But at the sight of a dear friend passing by, her tone changes drastically.


“Rose, darling! Coffee later?” she smiled, followed by a smile back and a nod from the redheaded bombshell of a teacher.


Coach Vi then giggled like a little girl and proceeded to scurry off, much to the surprise and bewilderment of her team. She stopped in her tracks once again though, as she noticed the stares from the students around her.


“Imogen, Claire, Elle!!!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “Whip these pussies into shape!” followed by a frantic frenzy of cheerleaders, rushing out of the school’s gymnasium.

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Meanwhile, just outside the school, we find a rather striking young man, bag in tow as he tries to make his way to the nearest entrance. Ben Logan was your typical teenager; fashion crazed, extroverted and open to many things. Quite noticeably however, was the fact that he needed to walk with a cane. Now, this wasn’t because he had sprained his ankle or tore a ligament or such. The boy suffered from glaucoma a few years back, a disease where the fluid in the eyes do not drain properly. Pressure in the eyes build up, damaging the optic nerve which sends signals to the brain, thus rendering someone blind.


“No pain, no symptoms. And then you’re blind.” he said in jest, sensing the looks he was getting from the people around him.


He is a fighter. His lack of eyesight was just something he liked to think of as a minor setback…a little speed bump on his road to success.


And at the turn of a corner, he is spotted by the group of boys everyone would much rather avoid at any school. This is a frequent occurrence in Ben’s life, and more often than not, he just views it as one of the simple rules of a high school’s food chain. With his current situation, he was a bottom feeder, and it just so happened that he had to encounter a shiver of sharks.


“Here, let me hold your glasses for you.” Q smirked, cracking his knuckles in time with the cracking of his neck.


Ben sighed as Q then proceeded to lift him high in the air, snorting and grunting like an ape gone mad. And in a few minutes it was all over as he felt himself simmering in a pile of cafeteria mulch which reeked of some putridly foul odor.


“Later, Stevie Wonder.” laughed Q along with his posse, tossing Ben’s pair of sunglasses to the curb.

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Elsewhere, the once tenacious Mr. Evans gazed longingly at the few trophies his glee club garnered through the years. Noticeably, many of the years that followed Center Stages’ stint at Nationals had yet to be followed, albeit once or twice.


His reflection in the glass trophy case is then joined by his loving wife and supporter, the school’s guidance counselor. She strokes his shoulders a couple of times before gently resting her head on his shoulder.


“I feel like I’ve nothing to offer these kids anymore, Waverly. I mean, look at me.”


“I look at you Patch, and I see the same man I fell in love with years ago. You’ve given these kids the only thing they’ve actually ever wanted.” she whispered back, kissing him on the cheek.


He smiled a half-hearted smile as he turned to his wife with eyes of longing.


“A place where they can all belong, where there are no labels or name calling.” Waverly continued, holding her husband even closer to her. “You’ve given fifteen generations of glee club kids a chance to feel like they were worth something, Patch. And that’s all these kids could ever hope for.”


But the man was lost in thought, a blank stare filling his face as his wife lay her head on his chest.

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Elisa walked into St. Cecilia Academy this year with a renewed sense of hope that this time, things would be better. She had spent some time over the summer planning and wondering about the songs they would sing this year in glee club and had decided that this would be the start of her journey to stardom…well seeing as she was one of the few members that remained after the rest graduated. Yes, this young girl knew that the amount of talent she oozed was just screaming “female lead”.


She really was something else, taking all of her routines seriously. She’d awake at the crack of dawn each day, sometimes even just before the sun would rise just to begin her daily rituals. Today would be like any other.


My parents spoiled me in the arts before I could even speak. I was particularly attached to the amazingly heartwarming tales from Walt Disney. In fact, I was already singing "Whistle While You Work" before I was 18 months old.” she thought to herself as she began her strict facial cleansing routine.


A glimpse of Elisa’s childhood shows the very young blonde girl belting out the Disney classic, trying to awkwardly whistle as the adults around her giggle with glee.


I’ve been taking singing, dancing, and acting lessons practically all my life. Anything I chose to dabble in, my parents let me. My mom always said there’s nothing her little star can’t reach.” she paused for a while, looking at a framed picture of her mother that stood on her side table.


Elisa sighed along with a smile that you could tell meant she would do anything to make her parents proud.


Speaking of Disney, I’ve been to Walt Disney World more times than I’ve probably sung a tune from one of the Disney movies. In fact, I have a broad knowledge of facts that I started accumulating ever since. I could probably start a Disney Wiki or trivia blog.” Elisa snickered to herself as she glanced around her side of the room filled with various Disney paraphernalia and quite a lot of other girly things, her roommate Alex still heavily asleep.


I’ve always been quite a girlie-girl, wearing mostly pink, lavender and all those other pretty pastel shades.” she continued thinking to herself as she choosing clothes from her wardrobe. “You’d think that so many guys would be dying to get their hands on this, but surprisingly they choose to stay away. Boys these days just can’t handle dating women who are better than them in all aspects.


She then turned to her mother’s picture with yet another smile as the sun slowly began to rise.


Lately it’s just been daddy and I. Mom passed away when I was in the ninth grade. Brain cancer.  It shook us both and we’re still quite devastated. Not much people know about it though. I just came back to school one day as though nothing had changed. I know mom wouldn’t like it if I put my dreams of stardom on hold.


Fast forward to about an hour and a half later as Elisa has just finished getting ready for the school day. She gently taps Alex on the shoulder as the Hispanic girl ties her hair in a neat ponytail.


“Any chance of you finally showing up for Glee Club auditions this year?” she smirked. “We need new voices, you know.”


Alex shrugged slightly, her voice somewhat shaking as she tried to squeeze out a reply.


“I c-cant.” she stammered.


“We’ll try next year.” Elisa smiled back.


We are then taken forward to the end of Elisa’s school day as she enters the choir room, a long list of song selections in tow. This is her year remember? She just had to make sure that Mr. Evans knew it too.


I’m a bit of a Disney Princess come to life, and I plan on keeping it that way. One day, I'll be famous enough to voice a Disney Princess.” she quietly thought to herself as Mr. Evans discussed a few things with her, Shay, and Ben, the only remaining members of Center Stage.


“Wait, what Mr. Evans? You can’t do that!” Ben exclaimed, snapping Elisa out of the little monologue in her mind.


“Wait, wait…do what?” replied a confused Elisa.


Upon calming them down, Mr. Evans continued to explain what was to become of him.


“I’ve been offered the starring role in the revival of Lestat: The Musical on Broadway. If all goes as planned, this will be my comeback.”


“Wait, what about the glee club?” asked the quiet Shay.


This was the place where he most felt like he belonged, and now it was being taken away from him.


“Relax, I’ve got that all taken care of.” the teacher said with a soft smile.


We are then taken back a few days earlier in the teacher’s lounge as Ms. Winters sat quietly, eating a whole wheat cracker and sipping her jasmine tea. She is approached by her former mentor and current colleague, Patch. The words that came out of his mouth came as quite a shock to the fresh faced redhead, as she slowly tried to process them.


“I. Need. You. To. Takeover. Center. Stage.”


She needed to let her brain cells digest everything, word for word. It’d be the perfect thing to take her mind off of her divorce. Besides, she loved the club when she was in it and was just dying for a chance to help out in any way possible.


A dream come true.


Or so it seemed.

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The days that followed had audition sheets lining various bulletin boards for new members of the club. But not much seemed to be signing up, much to Ms. Winters’ dismay. Of course the former members were the first three to sign up but there were quite a few other names to fill a few spots too.


Charlotte Hastings, the quiet wallflower. Elisa remembered the girl from her History class, often sitting in the far back as to go by unnoticed. Charlotte couldn't bear speaking in public because she was often nervous, not knowing how to handle such situations.


“Ch-Charlotte Hastings.” the girl whispered nervously into the microphone, twiddling the ends of her neatly braided hair.


It's a little bit funny this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live.” Charlotte started, closing her eyes as she grasped the microphone stand. “If I was a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show. I know it's not much but it's the best I can do. My gift is my song and this one's for you.


And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done, I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.” She continued, her fingers still shaking as she tightly gripped the thin metal pole.


I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on.” she sang, now beginning to slowly open her eyes, squinting from the blinding lights. “So excuse me forgetting but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway the thing is what I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.


And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done, I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.” continued Charlotte.


I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.” she finished with a slight bow.


A shy “Thank you.” seemed to creep from her mouth before she quietly left the auditorium.


Shay Gartley was up next. Now, this boy is a very confused individual. He is nice to everyone, and friends with those that would be his friend, although he is deeply conflicted with his sexuality, oftentimes trying his best to like girls, although he would much rather have a boyfriend, but is too shy to admit it. He gets so upset of what everyone else thinks of him and would even go to such lengths of inflicting physical harm on himself.


Ben began to play the guitar as Shay took to the center of the stage.


Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision. Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me. You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging. Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat.” sang Shay with a smile.


Wo-o-o-ho-oh. You don't have to believe me but the way I, way I see it…next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back or break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger...I'll point you to the mirror.” he continued.


If God's the game that you're playing well, we must get more acquainted because it has to be so lonely...to be the only one who's holy. It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in. You don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you!


Wo-o-o-ho-oh. You don't have to believe me but the way I, way I see it…next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back or break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger...I'll point you to the mirror.” Shay sang.


This is the last second chance.” he continued.


I'll point you to the mirror.” chimed Ben.


I'm half as good as it gets.” Shay sang.


I'll point you to the mirror.” Ben repeated.


I'm on both sides of the fence.” he added.


I'll point you to the mirror."


Without a hint of regret...I'll hold you to it.” Shay sang with vindication.


I know you don't believe me but the way I, way I see it, next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back or break it, break it off! Next time you point a finger...I'll point you to the mirror!


I know you won't believe me but the way I, way I see it, next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back or break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror.” Shay soon finished, a few beads of sweat trickling down his brow.


And then there was Ben Logan, the one who just doesn't quit. Ben is a lighthearted, extrovert who is open to many things. He wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn't let the fact that he's blind get in his way, although he admittedly gets frustrated at times.


Denying Shay’s help, Ben slowly but surely made his way to the microphone.


In a way, I need a change from this burnout scene. Another time, another town, another everything. But it's always back to you.” he began, Ms. Rose instantly seeing the sheer talent in the boy. “Stumble out, in the night from the pouring rain. Made the block, sat and thought. There's more I need. It's always back to you.


But I'm good without ya! Yeah, I'm good without you. Yeah, yeah, yeah…


How many times can I break till I shatter? Over the line can't define what I'm after. I always turn the car around. Give me a break let me make my own pattern, all that it takes is some time but I'm shattered. I always turn the car around.


I had no idea that the night would take so damn long. Took it out, on the street while the rain still falls. Push me back to you” Ben continued, exuding the confidence befitting any male lead.


How many times can I break till I shatter? Over the line can't define what I'm after. I always turn the car around. Give me a break let me make my own pattern, all that it takes is some time but I'm shattered. I always turn the car around.


Give me a break let me make my own pattern, all that it takes is some time but I'm shattered. I always turn the car around.


Don't wanna turn that car around. I gotta turn this thing around…” Ben finished with a bow.


And of course, saving herself for last because everyone believes that the best things are the most highly anticipated ones, Elisa Coughlan. With a clearing of her throat, she took one glance at the glee club’s resident pianist and spoke.


“Reginald, A C please.”


Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless…” Elisa began, imitating a scene from the movie.


’Madame Gaston!’,  can't you just see it? ‘Madame Gaston!’, his ‘little wife’.” she sang, sounding nearly identical to Paige O’Hara. “No sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life!


She then began to look into the audience as if she were an actress in a musical.


I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell! And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand…I want so much more than they've got planned!


Unbeknownst to Elisa, her roommate Alex had been listening outside, a quiet little smile slowly growing on her face.


Just as Ms. Winters had prepared to wrap things up for the day, a last minute audition took place. Alex, now more sure than ever that she wanted to give glee club a shot, stepped up on Stage.


She was the shy cheerleader. While all of her friends relished in their popularity and had let it gone to their heads, Alex prefered being by herself and tried her best not to hangout with her fellow cheerleaders. It takes a while for her to trust and talk openly with others, but when people finally gain her trust, she is a lot of fun to be around. Her past has made her quite afraid of making a fool of herself, causing her to clam up when faced with a crowd. 


“Uh, Ms. Winters, can I still audition?”


Taking her seat once more, Rose cheerily grinned back at the girl.


“Go ahead dear, by all means.”


You must understand that the touch of your hand makes my pulse react. That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl. Opposites attract.” Alex sang softly, trying to build her confidence. “It's physical. Only logical. You must try to ignore that it means more than that.


And when she opened her eyes, she was in the zone.


Oh what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second hand emotion! What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken.


It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're close to me. If I tend to look dazed, I've read it someplace. I've got cause to be…” she sang. “There's a name for it. There's a phrase that fits. But whatever the reason, you do it for me.


Oh what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second hand emotion! What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken.

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Although lacking in members, Ms. Winters knew there was just no time to waste on dilly-dallying. It would be her first time handling a show choir, and she certainly didn’t want to disappoint her brilliant mentor.


“Perfect practice makes perfect.” Rose happily said to the five members of her glee club, all clad in sparkly yellow. “Let’s take it from the top.”


Ease on down, ease on down the road! Ease on down, ease on down the road! Ease on down, ease on down the road!” they all started.


Come on Dorothy, don't you carry nothing that might be a load! Come on, there it is!” Ben sang out, pointing in some random direction, almost knocking Elisa over.


But slowly, the smile on the woman’s face turned into a grimace. It was, in her opinion, although she wouldn’t dare say it out loud being the insanely nice woman she is, probably the most stomach turning sight she’d had ever seen in her years of life.


Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road! Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road! Don't you carry nothing that might be a load! Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road!


Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road! Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road! Don't you carry nothing that might be a load! Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road!


Their voices weren’t blending for starters, with Elisa trying to rise above everyone else. They were also tripping on each other’s feet, if not on their own. And when the time came for the male lead to shine…


Pick your left foot up, when your right foot's down! Come on legs keep movin', don't you lose no ground. You just keep on keepin' on the road that you choose.” Ben continued, fumbling and falling over everyone’s legs. “Don't you give up walkin', 'cause you gave up shoes, no!


“ALRIGHT, THAT’S ENOUGH!!!” Elisa screeched at the top of her lungs.


And it all came to an abrupt halt.


“Ms. Winters with all due respect, who in their right mind would choose a blind guy as male lead of a show choir for crying out loud?!” she ranted.


“Elisa honey, Ben’s got such a solid voice. It would be a shame for it to go unheard.” Ms. Winters replied.


“Go unheard? Ms. Winters, he can’t even get the choreography right! I for one think it’s a sight that’s better left unseen!” she retorted. “You know what, forget it. This was supposed to be my year, Ms. Winters! My year!”


At that, Elisa exited the choir room in a huff.


And as much as Ms. Winters wanted to give Ben a chance, Elisa was right, although she didn’t have to put it so harshly. Much like her time in glee club, Mr. Evans gave them all a chance to stand out but what really made Center Stage shine was the fact that it had two strong leads.


Aside from needing more members, she needed a boy who would lead them. One with a great voice. One who wouldn’t care what others would say.


Her search lead her to the obvious choice. Now why didn’t she think of that before? In the front row of her very first morning class sat a young ginger headed freshman, who was rather quiet in comparison to the rest.


Well, this could partly be due to the fact that people would come up to him asking him to sing a few lines in jest. But who wouldn’t take notice of the boy anyway? He was the son of Patch Evans, music teacher and glee club director.


So the next day after her lesson, as each student piled out of the classroom, she asked Chauncey to stay behind. The boy was of course quite nervous, seeing as his mother was the school’s guidance counselor. Besides, he was a freshman. How could he possibly already be in trouble?


“Relax, Chauncey.” Rose said, sitting down. “I was just wondering why you didn’t come and try out for Center Stage.”


“Oh, that. It’s all my parents would ever talk about before.” he sighed, rolling his eyes.


“Well, with your dad gone, I was thinking that maybe the club needed another Evans to lead us to victory?” she smiled, as she took his hand.


“I can’t.” the boy said in almost a whisper.


“Oh, nonsense! Come by the auditorium later this afternoon and we can maybe arrange something, alright?”


“No, Ms. Winters. Really, I can’t.”


“Homework? Well, come by tomorrow. We’d love to have you on board.” she persuaded. “Your father will be thrilled!”


“I can’t, Ms. Winters. I really can’t.” he simply replied, growing increasingly uncomfortable.


“I can even get permission from Mrs. Evans if you want!” she continued, thoughts of winning already filling her head.


“I can’t sing, Ms. Winters! I CAN’T SING!” he finally said, letting it all out as tears began to stream down his face, the boy storming out of the lecture room.


Just as she was about to follow suit, Mr. Hornsby the school’s vice principal stopped her in her tracks. Now, this man was someone most people wouldn’t want to mess with. He was often quiet, but ever since Principal Kympton went on that seminar and left him in charge as acting principal, his true nature started to show. Whenever someone was called to his office, they knew it wouldn’t do them any good.


“Rose, I’d like to see you and Violette in my office in five minutes.” he said sternly without batting an eyelash.


And in precisely five minutes on the dot, Ms. Winters found herself seated alongside Coach Vi in the assistant principal’s office, the man giving off a sinister spy movie villain vibe as he sat on a chair before them stroking his palms together, his back turned.


“Now ladies, I’m sure you’re both quite aware that your little groups aren’t doing much for this school now, are they?” he sneered.


“Vice Principal Hornsby, The Holy Heralds and Center Stage are two of the most prestigious clubs in this school. What are you trying to say?” Vi asked curiously.


“That was then, Ms. L’Ange. For schools of our caliber, our money doesn’t really come from the pricey tuition fees. We make the most from parent donations. And the happier the parents are, the bigger the donations we receive.” he replied. “Clearly, DeWitt and Evans were highly incompetent at what they were doing.”


“Wait, Mr. Hornsby…you don’t mean…?” Rose began to fidget.


“We just can’t afford to keep The Holy Heralds and that glee club running anymore. They’ve become too much of a burden for this school, and I know both of you know it.”


“But sir, what about the children? The clubs may not be raking in some funds, but they do so much more than that. Each club in this school gives these kids a certain sense of belonging.” answered Ms. Winters.


“These groups give the children an outlet to release their artistic natures, Mr. Hornsby. Without music, life would be a mistake!” demanded Violette.


The man turned his chair to face the two women, an eyebrow arched as he began to speak.


“Oh, please! All that these clubs ever give these children is false hopes. Cheerleading, glee club…they’re all the same. You make children believe that they’re good enough. That they’re actually worth something; that they’ve got a fighting chance in this world, but you as well as I know that once they get out into the real world, they’ll be eaten alive.”


“Mr. Hornsby, with all due respect…!” Rose began, but the man just cut her off.


“Fine. I’ll strike a deal with you two…fine ladies.” Mr. Hornsby replied, stroking a hand each of the two teachers that sat before him. “You’ve got until the end of the year. But if I don’t see any improvement from your miserable little clubs then it’s curtains for all of you.”

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Elsewhere in the school, Imogen comfortably perched herself on a banister, flanked by Elle and Claire as she gazed out into the swarm of students flooding the halls.


Elisa in particular was one girl who never failed to get their attention. The Disney diva just seemed to have a flashing neon sign on her forehead which read PICK ON ME. And Imogen just loved making it known to everyone that she was the school’s top dog.


“I’d love to stab her in the face and see if she bleeds glitter…” Elle whispered to the two others.


“God, Elle! Do you always have to be so mean?” commented Claire, trying not to laugh at the thought of it.


“Shut up! You were thinking it!” chuckled Elle as she scrunched her nose.


“Yeah! But you said it!” giggled Claire.


“Shhhhh! She’s coming!” signaled Imogen as the strawberry blonde approached. “What you got for us today Tinkerbell? Well, besides tickets to Disney World.”


“I have a ticket for her, Imogen. It’s a one way trip to my fist up her ass.” Elle chortled.


Elisa, knowing that she was above all the snide remarks simply continued with her mission with a smile on her face and a song in her heart.


“I just wanted to see if I could interest you girls in joining the glee club? We practice almost every day after class, most of the time choosing a scheduled theme for the week. Everyone in this school knows that you’re three are the best dancers here, and we could sure use your moves…” and she went on and on.


Imogen yawned followed by a rather heavy groan.


“Tink, your presence bores me so much it reduces me to tears.”


The other two cheerleaders giggled.


“Now run along to your little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Your joy and overall appearance just gave me the runs.” Imogen continued.


And right before Elisa could toss in a feisty rebuttal or two, Alex’s sudden entrance saved her from a possible verbal and physical bitch slapping.


“Uhm…here. Three double, non-fat, no whip, hot Caramel Macchiatos, Imogen.”


“You’re late by precisely three minutes and two seconds. I won’t drink that. And to think I was considering calling you by your real name already! Well, I guess for now we’ll have to stick with “Smuggled Across The Border.”


“I-I’m sorry Imogen…it’s just, I came from glee club rehearsals and…” stammered Alex, trying to calm Imogen down.


“That’s Ms. Alastair to you, Quesadilla, and don’t you forget it! Now take those coffees and go practice bursting our eardrums with Mary Poppins over there.” said the blonde girl with a dismissive wave of a hand and an eye roll.


At that, the two girls walked away.


“Seriously, Alex?” was all Elisa could say in response to the disappointing sight that unraveled before her.


“Macchiato?” Alex laughed nervously and quite awkwardly.

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The next morning in the teacher’s lounge, we find a disheartened Ms. Winters who looks to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown as Coach Vi tries to calm her down.


We are taken now to some theater as Mr. Evans stands before a group of onlookers, waiting to see if he really is the perfect fit for the lead in the musical.


When stars are born, are they cast out to wander cold and lonely lost in space? A loveless point of light that can't return forever fixed within one place.” sang the aging teacher. “When love is lost and dreams are cast like bruised and battered pieces left to die, when hands that reach out are betrayed…how can my tortured soul survive?


She thought it would be fun to take over Center Stage, but what she didn’t know was putting together a glee club would be so much hard work.


“I don’t know Vi…I don’t think I can do this anymore…” Rose began to bawl, stuffing her face with various junk as Violette began to open her own breakfast bag which contained a ham and cheese croissant.


There's only thing left, and that's the one thing that you needed most of all. For the freedom that you gained is the loss that led me aimless to the shore.


“MY CROISSANT!!!” yelled the coach, much to the rest of the faculty’s surprise.


In a few minutes, the ginger haired teacher had already wolfed it down.


And I'm borne high on these waves, swept by the wind and alone. Oh, sail me away, carry me back to my home. I'm tired, I've been torn, a cruel, wretched storm churns like a gale in my bones.” he continued on, a single, lonely tear trickling down his cheek. Oh sail me away, carry me back to my home.


“DON’T JUDGE ME! I EAT WHEN I’M DEPRESSED OKAY?!” defended Rose. “I eat because I’m sad…and I’m sad because I eat…” she continued to mumble as she stuffed her face all the more.


These scars run deep, the future holds a hunger for your innocence that passed away. Your callous shadows mock and make it clear some things were not enough to make you stay.


“Rose, darling…calm down. Remember everything you went through to get in such amazing shape!” scolded Vi, which seemed to actually work a tad on the other teacher who began to slow down. “Remember darling, cheating ex-husband.” She added with a smirk.


The moment time stands still is the moment that the writing's on the wall. The words are clear as ringing bells, that pride was present right before the fall.


Now this seemed to put Ms. Winters’ binging to an abrupt halt.


“That’s it, atta girl. Easy, tiger. Put down the Twinkies.”


“Vi, I accepted Mr. Evans’ offer because I needed a diversion. I needed to get my mind off of JR. But it feels like this is all going to be another headache; something to add to the list of things that I failed.” answered Rose, wiping the tears from her eyes.


Vi wrapped her arm around her dear friend, trying to think of words to lift her spirits up.


And I'm borne high on these waves, swept by the wind and alone. Oh, sail me away, carry me back to my home. I'm tired, I've been torn, a cruel, wretched storm churns like a gale in my bones.” Patch sang.


“There, there honey. As much as I’d love to help you out, I’ve already got my hands full with my cheerleaders…” sighed the coach. “Rose, I love having you here, I really do. It’s great that we’re actually working in the same place, but maybe you should take an indefinite leave. Go on vacation, get your mind off of things.”


Oh sail me away, carry me back to my home.” he finished to a standing ovation.

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At about the same time, Elisa had been roaming the halls, desperately hanging up more audition sheets in the hopes of gaining new members but it seemed that the thought of being in glee club had already lost its spark.


She sighed a heavy sigh of discontent as she hung the last remaining audition seat on the bulletin board before her. But her thoughts had been distracted by a not too familiar voice, a voice which actually succeeded in catching the young girl’s attention.


You know I'm not one to break promises, I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe. At the end of it all, you're still my best friend, but there's something inside that I need to release. Which way is right, which way is wrong, how do I say that I need to move on? You know we're heading separate ways.


It had been coming from the men’s room.


And it feels like I am just too close to love you, there's nothing I can really say. I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more, got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I'll be on my way.


The new kid from England, Ron was a generally introverted person, trying to avoid popular cliques and groups at all costs. Most see him as the 'sweet naive British exchange student', but upon getting to know him, people would learn that he actually has a very sharp wit and a cynical view on the world around him, from past experiences.


You've given me more than I can return, yet there's oh so much that you deserve. There's nothing to say, nothing to do. I've nothing to give, I must live without you. You know we're heading separate ways.


Funnily enough, Elisa thought to follow the voice, not realizing that she had actually entered an area that was strictly for the members of the opposite gender.


And it feels like I am just too close to love you, there's nothing I can really say. I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more, got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I’ll be on my way.” sang the boy. “So I'll be on my way.


She stuck her ear to the cubicle in which the voice seemed to resonate from, totally disregarding the odors emanating from within. Yes, in fact, the boy was defecating.


And it feels like I am just too close to love you, there's nothing that I can really say. I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more, got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I'll be on my way.


But she was so entranced by the whimsy of his voice that she simply couldn’t care any less.


So I'll be on my way. So I'll be on my way…


And with the flushing of a toilet and a swinging of the door, Elisa was flat on her bottom, a look of utter shock on both their faces.


“Bloody hell!” exclaimed Ron in surprise, quickly trying to fasten the zipper of his jeans.


She was smitten.


“I think you’ve got the wrong loo…” he smiled, although quite confused.


“Elisa. It’s Elisa.” she replied, shaking her head a bit to snap herself out of her little day dream.


Ron, being quite the gentleman, extended his hand out to hers to help her up.


“Thanks, but shouldn’t you wash your hands first?” she joked awkwardly.


“Oh! Right.” Ron replied, seemingly feeling the tension that was developing between him and Elisa.


After a while, they were both out in the halls once again.


“Look, I’m really sorry for that little scene back there. I was just caught off guard by your singing.”


“That bad, huh?” he smiled.


“No, no! On the contrary, it was actually quite beautiful.” smiled the blonde who by now was beginning to blush. “L-listen, Ron…I was thinking, we need a few more guys on the glee club, and if you’re not too busy maybe…”


“Sure! I’ll swing by later this afternoon if you guys will have me.” he quickly replied.


“Wow, that was easier than I expected. Most guys wouldn’t give glee club a chance in hell.”


“Well, I’m not like most guys.” Ron smiled as he began to turn in the opposite direction. “Catch you later.” he said, smiling back at Elisa who’s knees seemed to be in a gelatinous already.

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Once again, the school day was over and it was just about time for the glee club’s meeting. Of course, Elisa was more than excited to show off her new “discovery” and feel live she was the club’s savior.


And when she burst through that door, it looked to be as if she was half expecting there to be a stream of light shining down from the heavens, focusing on her to signify that she was Center Stage’s one true heroine.


But instead, there was a heavy aura circulating around the auditorium as every other member of Center Stage held their heads low as if they were in mourning.


“Come in, Elisa. I was just starting.” Ms. Winters spoke softly, motioning for Elisa to enter.


“Perfect, Ms. Winters! There’s someone I want to introduce to all of you.” she beamed, pointing towards the doorway. “Guys, meet Ron, our new male lead!”


The room fell silent as the young boy walked in.


“There won’t be any need for him anymore, Elisa.” answered Rose, a little ashamed of what she was about to say.


“Wh-what do you mean by that?” Elisa nervously replied.


“What she’s trying to say is there shutting us down!” yelled Ben, kicking his walking cane aside in anger.


“B-bu-but…” stammered Elisa as everyone frowned.


“Ms. Winters is quitting on us, Elisa. I didn’t realize we were that horrible.” said Shay, looking as if he was trying to hold back a few tears.


“I hoped that you guys would understand. I just realized that I need to put the pieces of my life together before I try to help you all with yours.” Ms. Winters answered.


“W-w-we’ll do b-better Ms. Winters, really we w-will.” Charlotte managed to get out as she approached the group.


“I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll be leaving in about a week.”


And she left them all in the auditorium with heavy hearts.

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Days had passed with nary a sign of anything from the glee club or anyone of its members. The few members that the little club had parted ways as quickly as the club was dissolved.


Glances were exchanged, as well as a few nods and even a few smiles once in a while, but that was pretty much it. They had all lost that one place where they could all belong and had slowly dissolved into the school’s status quo once more.


But maybe another chance meeting could change things once again.


“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” Elisa said shyly as she walked up the stage of the school’s auditorium.


There, in the center of the dimly lit platform sat Ron.


“I love this place. It’s my thinking place. Plus, it’s the furthest I can get from all the jocks and the populars without any of them trying to bug me about my accent.” he sighed.


“I didn’t think that stuff mattered to you.”


“It doesn’t. I just try to avoid having to make snarky quips at them. Wouldn’t want a broken jaw on my first year as a transfer student, now would I?” joked the redhead with unruly hair. “You know, I just don’t get it. You’re all just giving up?”


“Ron, when that’s what the majority of the world expects of us, then I guess that’s what we need to do. I could always get a job in Disney World playing a princess or something.” she replied as she took a seat beside him.


“Does it even really matter what everyone expects us to do? Elisa, what should really matter is what you want to do with your life. Who cares what others think of you.”


At that, she rested her head on the boys shoulder, tiny little smiles growing on their young faces.


I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been. Hanging on the promises in the songs of yesterday, and I've made up my mind. I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again, here I go again.” sang Ron, looking up to the light that shone above them.


Though I keep searching for an answer, I never seem to find what I'm looking for. Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on. 'Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.” Elisa continued with a smile.


And just when the song was about to pick up, they were joined by Shay and Ben who had overheard the two.


Here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.” they all sang as the two boys joined them up on stage, all smiles.


I'm just another heart in need of rescue.” Charlotte sang, entering from the left side of the stage.


Waiting on love's sweet charity.” Alex belted out, entering from the right.


And I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days!” Shay belted out.


'Cause I know what it means…” continued Charlotte as she neared everyone else.


To walk along the lonely street of dreams!” added Alex, taking Elisa’s hand.


And here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.” they sang in unison, arm in arm. But here I go again, here I go again! Here I go again!


It’s moments like these that reawaken the fighting spirit in those who feel quite unsure of themselves, Ms. Winters included. Hearing the kids in song and seeing how willing they were to fight for their club, she just didn’t have the heart to bail on them.


Here I go!!!” belted out the teacher as she entered the auditorium, much to everyone’s joy and surprise.


They all ran up to the teacher to welcome her back.


'Cause I know what it means!” sang the girls in unison.


To walk along the lonely street of dreams!” the boys chimed in.


And here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.” they sang.


And here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.


And here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.” they sang, arm in arm with beaming smiles.


“To new beginnings, everyone!” cheered Ms. Winters.


“TO NEW BEGINNINGS!!!” they all yelled in unison, fists raised high in the air.


And high above in one of the balconies stood Violette, along with her three top cheerleaders, a look of sheer pride on her face.


“Atta girl.” she smiled.


Songs

Your Song by Elton John sung by Charlotte

Playing God by Paramore sung by Shay

Shattered (Turn The Car Around) bu O.A.R. sung by Ben

Belle (Reprise) from Beauty and The Beast sung by Elisa

What's Love Got To Do With It by Tina Turner sung by Alex

Ease On Down The Road from The Wiz sung by Center Stage

Sail Me Away from Lestat: The Musical sung by Patch

Too Close by Alex Clare sung by Ron

Here I Go Again by Whitesnake sung by Center Stage and Rose 


Starring

Starring

Cast

  • KCisaGleek98 as Rose Winters portrayed by Christina Hendricks
  • Sooperpurple as Violette L'Ange portrayed by Jessica Biel
  • DisneySparkles as Elisa Coughlan portrayed by Kay Panabaker
  • Sooperpurple as Imogen Alastair  portrayed by Cara Delevingne
  • Theyellowbrickroad as Charlotte Hastings portrayed by Marissa Von Bleicken
  • Xoxoamyxoxo as Elle Spellman portrayed by Sarah Hyland 
  • UndercoverGleek1 as Alex Plaza portrayed by Raquel Castro
  • KCisaGleek98  as Claire Lucas portrayed by India Eisley
  • Josh Bullin24 as Ron Holmes portrayed by Tijn Elbers
  • Dare-2-Dream as Ben Logan portrayed by Francisco Lachowski
  • ArashiKagami as Shay Gartley portrayed by Dylan O'Brien
  • Theunitedstateofme as Chauncey Evans portrayed by Tanner Patrick
  • QFabrayGleek4eva as Q Sterling portrayed by Tyler Lough
  • Purple-Glee-Project as Dean Henderson portrayed by Nathan McLeod


Co-Stars

  • DisneySparkles as Waverly Evans portrayed by Nicole Kidman
  • Theunitedstateofme as Horace Hornsby portrayed by Patrick Warburton

Guest Cast

  • Theunitedstateofme as Patch Evans portrayed by Brad Pitt


















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