❝You love him.❞
❝He doesn't exist to me.❞
Cassidy has gone through some ups and downs, but this high school experience is going on the ride of his life. Optimistic teacher Will Schuester heads up McKinley High School's glee club -- New Direction...
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"Five, six, seven, eight. Step by step. Step and step. And turn it around. Down and up. And hit, hit it down." Will instructed.
"Can we stop, please?" Rachel said.
"Yeah, this is getting out of hand." Cassidy agreed, stopping.
"You don't have to ask me for your permission to see the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go." Will said pointing.
"It's not my bladder." Rachel protested.
"It's the choreography,"
"Okay, what's with the choreography?" Will asked.
"It sucks." They both say.
Will sighs, rolling his eyes.
. . .
While they were taking a break, they went outside to express their anger.
"It sucks," Quinn said.
"It's completely unoriginal," Santana said.
"We'll never win, we'll get laughed at," Cassidy said crossing her arms.
"Aren't you guys going to get shunned for talking to me?" Rachel said.
"Sweetie, we're a team now. But you've got to do something about Mr. Shue's dance recital." Quinn huffed. She looked at Cassidy. "And luckily, we have an amazing dancer that could make them better." She smiles.
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Cassidy is currently practicing in the choir room. She just finished talking to them while Will was explaining. She has tucked her head into her arms.
"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed," Will said.
"Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester?" Quinn questioned.
"After high school. Did you even try?"
"Office now!" exclaimed Will as he rolled his eyes.
Cassidy groaned, slowly getting up, and walked out the door. . . .
She frequently knocked on the door throughout the day, often for outbursts, distractions, or not doing work.
"Come in." Mr. Figgins said.
"Back again," She groaned.
"What did you do this time, Maddie?" Mr. Figgins said looking up.
"Said something mean about Mr. Shue, accidentally while my head was down."
"Of course you did. What kind of question was that?" Mr. Figgins sighed. "Take a seat." Cassidy rolled her eyes, sitting down.
"Why do you always cause trouble?" Mr. Figgins said.
