"AUSTRALIA YOU WERE SO AMAZING TONIGHT! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HAVING US! AND THIS MARKS THE END OF THE PRESS TOUR! HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!"
Being back home was bittersweet, but she knew that she was going to have to face her past eventually, also with the movie about her life about to go into production in a few weeks it was inevitable. She came earlier though, 2 weeks before the shooting, once she heard what Vice President Sue Sylvester was planning on doing that day.
Entering the gates, she couldn't help but smile.
William Mckinley High School for the Performing Arts
Entering the main building, she couldn't help but glance around at everything, from the lockers, the doors, the people. That is when everything hit her. They have come a long way, from a high school that shuns people of the arts to it being so dedicated to the craft. She was here when it started, and she still is here now.
She walked aimlessly around, stopping at one of her favorite places (aside from the Auditorium), The choir room.
Sitting on one of the red chairs, she took a look around. A lot of things happened in this room, Santana proposed to Brittany, they sung to Quinn and Finn when she was still pregnant, they all even shared a few slushies in this room.
This is where she discovered herself. This is where she found a family.
Glancing at the side of the room, her eyes going straight to Finn Hudson's picture. With a sad smile, she stood up and went closer.
"The show must go... all over the place... or something."
Chuckling at the quote, she wiped the tears that were rolling down her eyes and took a deep breath.
I miss you big guy, hope you and Fat Elvis are having a blast up there.
Quinn:
I'm sitting in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destination, oh ohI turned around and smile, noticing Puck and Quinn by the door, smiling at me.
Puck:
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in handPuck and Quinn:
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man bandThey hugged me but before I could say anything, Mike Chang and Santana came in.
Mike:
This waveSantana with Mike:
WaveMike and Santana:
Is stringing us along (Santana: Along)Mike and Quinn:
Just know you're not aloneMike:
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your homeMike went to hug me but Santana stayed, and that's when I saw Mercedes peeking in.
Santana:
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines, oh ohMercedes with Santana:
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to beWhen they came closer, I decided to join in on the singing.
Michelle with Santana, Quinn, Puck, Mercedes, and Mike:
The trouble might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
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The Presses
FanfictionA book revolving around Michelle Press, Christen Press, Isabella Press, and the twins. Modern family style. Book 2 of Finding Martins