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Born This Way: Lady Gaga
"Alright, guys, Nationals are just a few weeks away, and it's time to bear down. Your singing at Regionals was amazing, but your dancing..." Mister Shue gets off the piano. "It's Booty Camp time!"
"Booty!" We all cheer.
"Let's get it going. A' five, six, seven, eight." He nods and we dance to the piano notes Brad is playing. "Push yourselves, guys. Vocal Adrenaline takes no prisoners."
"Rachel!" I jump as Brandon accidentally knocks Rachel to the floor.
"Oh! Oh, my God! I'm so sorry, Rachel." Brandon kneels down to her with me. "Shit. Are you okay?"
"Rachel." I grab her.
Rachel holds her nose. "I'm bleeding."
"Let's get you to a doctor." Mister Shue helps her up.
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"My dads will be here in 15 minutes." Rachel removes the icepack from her nose as we wait in the doctor's office. "You don't have to stay, guys."
"Of course we do." I tell her.
"Yeah. I wanna wait and hear what the doctor says." Brandon nods. "I feel terrible."
"Won't Quinn be mad at you sitting vigil at my bedside?"
"Well, I'm standing. And she'd understand how awful I feel, even if it's not broken."
"It's broken." Doctor Reynolds enters and hangs up an x-ray of Rachel's nose.
"Well, I knew I had now iron deficiency, but I never thought it was dangerous." Brandon sighs.
"It's a clean break. So I won't have to set it. Considering your deviated septum, I'd consider this a terrific opportunity for a little vanity adjustment."
"Are you suggesting that I get a nose job?" Rachel gapes.
"Absolutely not." I place my hand on her shoulder.
"You're 16, right? That's when I gave my daughters theirs." Doctor Reynolds asserts.
I look at his nose. "I see why."
He scoffs. "It's like a rite of passage for Jewish girls."
"Oh—first of all, I like how I look." Rachel places her hand on her chest.
