Hey Soul Sister! (A Darren Criss Fanfiction)

Darren! Oh Darren! Oh My!

One month later,
I am attending the first rehearsal for the musical. Finally, all that time for casting to conclude, is coming up to this moment. To tell you the truth, I am not needed until we start dress rehearsals at a theatre that would be assigned to Carmichael in seven months. Leah has invited me to the practice sessions.
I walk down the numerous amounts of staircases of my apartment complex. I'd aim to show how exceedingly devoted to the show by being punctual. I also just enjoy being early, I despised the feeling of missing something. I wave my hand out to signal a taxi cab. Thankfully, one sees me instantly and it doesn't take as much time as usual. I get into it quickly, making my top and skirt hike up a slight bit. Today, I wished to also convey that I was hip yet sophisticated, cute in a sense of being modern in the same instance. I went with a white top, a navy blue knee-length skirt, and tan knee length boots with a heel.
"Where to, Miss?" the cab driver turns to ask.
I remove my phone from my bag. Reading the texts from Leah. Carmichael apparently has discovered this dance studio, that will be closing due to low funds.
I scroll through my thread of text messages from Leah and myself. Let me tell you, it is LONG!
Leah: It is on Fifth Avenue, Quinn
I finally tell the driver, "Fifth Avenue...I have to get there A.S.A.P!"
The cab kicks into gear and goes on its way. Slowly due to the usually prevalent New York traffic. I ask what the name of the studio is.
Leah answers, " It is called Pierrette... It is in this old red brick building...It shouldn't be hard to spot because there's a large faded sign, it is the third building on the right, and...There's also a sign that declares, "Musical rehearsal in session, please don't disturb!"
I ask for the driver to stop once I see the street sign. I pay him over the amount on the screen.
"Keep the change, Sir...Thank you!" he only nods.
I cautiously cross the treacherous streets of Fifth Avenue. I discover the building almost instantly by Leah's description.
It is an ancient red building (Circa I'll guess it is 1920s or thirties) with a vast aqua sign, formatted in a cursive style, it is fairly weathered that the paint is chipping. I also finally notice the sign that Leah included in her description. I inhale a deep breath and exhale it slowly. I open the door. It feels empty, but I hear Leah and Carmichael conversing. I follow the sound of their voices to a brightly lit room. I see both of them, I knock on the glass door instead of instinctively opening it. Leah saves me from the easy task of opening the door.
"Hi Quinn! Glad you could come!" Leah hugs me.
Carmichael has an awstruck expression on his face, "Leah, what is Estell doing here?"
Leah turns to him and replies, "Quinn aspires to be an actress on Broadway...I'd like to give her a chance to give her a taste of what the rehearsals may be like...Don't you remember, Carmichael? You did that for me once...I'd also like to make her, if Quinn will take it, the job of being my assistant while the cast practices here...Quinn, will you take the job?"
I agree, "Of course, I owe you, Leah."
She smiles.
Carmichael then says, " Alright, Leah...I don't think I know you anymore....You wouldn't have done this when I met you years ago."
"You think I am still that young knaive girl that you met a long time ago...She's gone...Exactly like my voice, Carmichael...When it left, so did she."
Then I see the very person I'd dreamed of seeing (and singing with) came through the door. Darren Criss.
"Wow! Am I the first person from the cast who's here, Carmichael?!" he says as he sets down his brown leather satual by the door.
Carmichael then counters, " I suppose you're the only serious one, Darren...Even though we have...Oh my God! Five minutes before rehearsal starts!"
Carmichael then begins muttering curses to himself. Darren begins to walk over to Leah and myself. He smiles that grin which makes me melt like Elphaba in the Wizard of Oz film.
"Hi, I'm Darren...And what's your name pretty lady? Even though I'm sure you're much more than looks," Darren asks.

Before I give my answer, I collapse.
I feel my eyes beginning to flutter and I am slowly losing consciousnesses.
All hear before the world goes black is Leah screaming, "Quinn! Quinn!"
My surroundings then go dark and I fall into a deep slumber.

Later, I awake staring up at a dark green ceiling, pulsating pain in my head, topped with a cold, numb feeling. I place a hand to my forehead. There's a pack of ice being held in place by Leah. I try to sit up but she objects to it.
"Oh my God! What happened?" I moan.
Leah replies, " You fainted when Darren attempted to make introductions with you, Quinn."
I moan yet again , " Why am I so stupid?"
"What do you mean, Quinn?"
I whisper in her ear, "Darren is my celebrity crush."
Leah responds with, " Oh! You know, it's funny, I could actually see you two together."
"May I hit you, Leah?"
She answers, " You may not, Quinn."
"Do you have a cast list somewhere?"
Leah looks about the room until she discovers a list, that is taped to the wall. She gingerly removes from its place as I hold the ice pa ck to my forehead. We trade items when she gives me the cast list. It reads as follows:

Soul Sister Cast
Directed and Written by Carmichael Schmidt

Catia Rodriguez- Bree Thompson
Jonathan Garrett- Darren Criss
Clarissa Smith- Kara Lindsey
Dana Kingsley- Britt Hanley-Schmidt
Paco Rodriguez- Robin De Jesus
Marisol Rodriguez- Estipona Ramirez
Caroline "Carrie" Garrett- Angela Lansberry
Ensemble in Spain- Adaline Exstrom, Renaldo Salud, Carlos Mendez, Ed Guerrero, Tito Del Mar, Alejandro Morales, and Juana Tellez
Ensemble in New York- Taylor Summons, Juliard T., Mary Gilbox, Heather Marriott, Eleanor Gore, Rains Dean, Adaline Exstrom, and Renaldo Salud

I fight tears that prick my eyes. I needed a moment to comprehend the fact, that I lost the chance to sing a duet with Darren Criss.
"Leah, my head really hurts, so I hope you don't mind if I go home to rest."
She nods and I hug her. I call a cab again. Still fighting tears. When I get to my apartment, I cry into a couch pillow. My dreams, yet again being crushed.