-Quinn pov-
We are doing casting for Elphaba right now. It seems to be good but I have no idea who to pick. I have Santana here to help but she is struggling just like I am. Our next one is some Cassandra.
"Oh god" Santana groans as a blonde woman walks out "This was Rachels mean teacher"
"Mean huh?" I glare at the papers and keep calm demeanor as I look at her "So your name is Cassandra July? With the Audition piece....Rain on my Parade?"
"Yeah" She smiles with a small blush "A former student of mine that became a friend told me to audition with this piece! She even taught me some singing bits to it that she figured would get me the role!"
"Former student" Cassandra pales as she sees Santana "Hi July"
"Yes" She gulps and wipes her hands on her pants "The former student is Rachel! We made up a while back! She said she told you! I-I can go!"
"No!" Rachel staggers out onto the stage "They will give a good shot! I promise!"
"We will" I see Rachel glare and roll my eyes "We will, trust me?"
Rachel hesitates and then nods "I will" I feel a bit hurt by that "Go Cass!"
"Thanks" She looks at us "May I?"
-Cassandra singing-
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade?
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am
I'll march my band out
I will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
"That was amazing honestly" I look at Santana "What do you think?"
"If she can mesh with me it will work" I watch Santana get up and walk all the way to beside Cassandra "I mean we are working together after all"
"This is unfair!" Rachel comes out again looking angry "This is not right treatment!"
"It is fine" Cassandra looks at Santana "What is this feeling good enough?"
"Yes" Santana smirks "Sounds perfect"
-Santana-Cassandra-Both-
Dearest, Darlingest Momsie and Popsicle.....
My Dear Father
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz
But of course, I'll care for Nessa
But of course, I'll rise above it
For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes
There's been some confusion for you see my roommate is...
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe...
Blonde
What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you,
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
my face is flushing
What is this feeling Fervid as a flame does it have a name? Yes. Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!
For your face
Your voice
Your Clothing
Let's just say—I loathe it all!
Every little trait however small Makes my very flesh begin to crawl With simple utter loathing! There's a strange exhilaration
With simple utter loathing!
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation It's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit, it came on fast Still I do believe that it can last And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long
"LADIES!" Rachel bursts in between their heated moment "ENOUGH! THIS IS NOT WHAT I AM PAYING PEOPLE FOR!"
"Paying people for?" I see Rachel tense "What does that mean?"
"No way!" I look down at the papers and see the company logo "YOU BOUGHT THE RIGHTS?!"
"Uhhh" Rachel looks at all of us "Maybe? Look I stepped away from Broadway but I want it to be good still! That dumb director and casting director cut me out! So now that they are gone, I am here"
"What all do you own?" Rachel looks at Cassandra who nods "What?"
"So I am the owner of July Studios, A few musical rights, and the hospital we were at yesterday" Santana and I are in shock right now "I also was in charge of this whole Musical of Wicked but like I said, I was cut"
"I am so confused on how" Santana pokes Rachels shoulder "I mean Broadway performing was your dream! You wanted this so much! Why stop? Why are you not auditioning for this?! THIS WAS MADE FOR YOU!"
"I gave it up when Jesse broke up with me partially" I sigh and walk to them "It is a simple thing truthfully and only Doug knows"
"What?" I look at her and push sarcasm through "You were dying and your voice Changed?"
Silence takes over "YOU WERE DYING?!" Rachel nods and looks at her feet "How? Why? What happened?"
"I had a small cancer scare that was removed and fixed" Rachel sighs and looks up with glossy eyes "I was told my singing may suffer and I may not move the way I used to be able to move"
"So what happens now?" I watch her shrug and look defeated "We will move forward if you do one thing"
"Sure" She looks at me waiting for my thing "What is it?"
"You perform before the first show and come back to Broadway" Rachels eyes go wide and she starts shaking her head "For the show Rach"
"Rach?" I nod and she takes a deep breath "Fine...I will do it for the show"
I smile and as does the other girls. Step one into getting Rachel may be able to start soon.
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