July, 2015. (a little over a month later)
Somehow they had managed to get through the rest of pre-production without having another falling out. The month and a half before Finn had had to return to LA passed by uneventfully. The two had just pretended the other didn't exist outside of their Wicked characters.
Now Finn was back in southern California, and Rachel had began shooting some of the non-Fiyero scenes.
And, consequently, Rachel was (as she had expected) adapting to screen acting fantastically.
Her confidence had also undergone a serious boost when she had actually won the Tony for best performance by a leading actress in a musical. It was supposed to have been the biggest night of her young life, the culmination of all her previous hard work. The realization of her biggest dream.
But it hadn't felt that way. The award ceremony had come and gone like a , over before she had taken a moment to appreciate it. Watching her recorded thank you speech afterwards, she had felt disappointed by the uninspired and bland quality of it. Yes, her smile had been wide and her words had been appropriately humble and grateful- but her spirit had seemed dry, fake almost, like a see through coat of lacquer with nothing underneath it.
Damn Finn Hudson. He just had to arrive at the peak of her career to ruin the joy she should have been experiencing. Just like he always ruined everything.
The tony had gone in her living room, and that had been its home for three weeks now, but now Rachel was questioning if that seemed too vain. She was currently sitting on her couch and staring at it. After debating with herself for a couple minutes, she finally stood up, took it off the bookcase, and decided to move it to a more discreet location in her bedroom.
When she got to her room, she immediately began scanning her surroundings to find a place for it. The bedside table? No. The window sill? No. The elliptical? No.
She looked down at the statue she was holding. And for the first time in her life, she was looking at a Tony award for what it was: a cold piece of metal, identical to thousands of other mechanically reproduced copies.
It doesn't really mean anything does it? It's just a symbol.
Rachel suddenly couldn't remember why she had ever wanted this big, heavy, fake gold medallion in the first place. The pinnacle to her life's dreams had always only been an object. A feelingless, pulseless, ordinary object.
Rachel looked around at her desolate apartment. It was too quiet, too empty. She needed to distract herself. Putting the award down on her desk, she grabbed her hairbrush and began to sing the first song that popped into her head.
"I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
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Teen FictionRachel and Finn try to begin new lives as they leave both Lima and each other after graduating high school. But their attempts to move on are futile, and certain relationships just can't be avoided when they're meant to be.
