Road To Nationals // Hunter Clarington

{Chapter 10} 5 : 06

Rose's POV

"Hey, guys, in spite of the complete lack of representation at the Career Fair, I know that a lot of you are thinking about a career in the arts." Mr. Shue walks in the room. "Well, it's no secret that Sue Sylvester doesn't believe that an artistic career is a very practical idea. And, for once, I have to admit she's right. It's completely impractical." I lean my head on Hunter shoulder as Mr. Shue draws a breath. "You know, anyone pursuing the arts need to go in with their eyes open. We're talking zero job security and impossible odds. But... I've always believed that you have to pursue what you love." As Mr. Shue pauses, I see Jake look at Marley. I step closer to her and glare at him.

"And that's why this week's assignment is about a goofy-looking kid who struggled for years in the music business." Mr. Shue goes over to the whiteboard. "Finally. It's Marilyn Manson week." Kitty smiles. "Close. Billy Joel." Mr. Shue turns around to face us. "Who?" Unique asks. "Oh, just a musical genius whose sold over 150 million records worldwide." Artie looks at Unique and she raises a hand in surrender. "That's right. Billy had to fight every step of the way in his career. He had countless failures and disappointments: writing songs that nobody wanted, playing piano in seedy bars just to pay the rent, being told he'd never make it because he didn't look 'right'." Mr. Shue explains.

"Translation: too Jewish." Jake comments. Marley and I both roll our eyes. Ryder looks between Marley and Jake. I shake my head at him and he gives me a confused look.  "But he ignored the haters and he kept pursuing his dream, becoming the third best-selling solo artist of all time. I mean, he is a true inspiration to anyone pursuing a career in the arts, like our very own Mr. Blaine Anderson, Mr. Sam Evans, and possibly Ms. Rosalyn Knight." Everyone cheers and I smile lightly as Marley nudges me.

"All right, as some of you may or may not know, this week is my big NYADA audition. I know. It's terrifying. So I'm leaving today to maybe get some last-minute tips from Kurt and Rachel." Blaine tells us. "And I'm going with him because I have an interview with the theatre department at Hunter College. They saw and they loved my 'Tornado of Talent' impressions reel. And I'm up for this awesome scholarship, the Channing Tatum Former Male Stripper Grant." Sam smiles. "And as you know, I will be going to Syco Records when we are in L.A. for Nationals. But, I am going to check out the University of Cincinnati after school today, and this weekend I'm going to Julliard and Temple University to check out their campuses." 

Marley wraps her arms around me after I finish talking, and everyone claps again. "But we spoke to Mr. Shue and, because we have to miss this week's lesson-" I cut Blaine off. "Not me, I am not missing school." I mention and everyone laughs. "He thought the least we could do is maybe..." Now Sam interrupts Blaine. "Kick it off with our very own take on a classic BJ. Billy... Billy Joel." Sam says. "Hit it." Blaine sits down at the piano and they sing 'Movin' Out' by Billy Joel.

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 "That's not true, Sue Sylvester!" Tina yells as she pulls Hunter and I with her towards Sue and Mr. Shue. "One day, we're gonna be big, big stars." Tina finishes. Kitty and Artie come up to us. "Well, of course you are, my dear. Starting with the only person in that wretched club who can actually sing." Sue motions to me and I sigh. "Isn't that right, William?" She asks. "Blam! They're back!" Tina exclaims. 

"Yo, dawgs, tell us everything." Artie requests. Hunter pulls me into his back and wraps his arms around my waist. "Fact: Blaine thought he wanted to be a doctor for a minute and then Kurt talked him out of it and then he went to NYADA and he crushed his NYADA audition." Sam announces. "Sam, that was my news." Blaine tells him. "Oh, and, uh, Mr. Shue, did you know that Billy Joel never went to college? Fact: he didn't, and I think you forgot to tell us about that. So I'm gonna skip college, too, and become a male model." Sam explains.

"Impossible. You're too fat." Sue remarks and I roll my eyes. "No, I'm not. And I don't care what you or Ms. Bichette or anyone says. I like me the way I am, and I'm not gonna change for anyone." Sam looks at her. "Well, that is just the screw-you spirit employers love. Honest to God, I cannot imagine what goes on in your lumpish, sexually ambiguous heads." Sue rants. " 'Cause they're nuts. Every one of them is crazy!" Becky reminds her. "Becky, you may be right. We may be crazy." Mr. Shue smirks. "Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't you dare. Over my dead body will you inexplicably shoehorn in another Billy Joel song just to punctuate one of your weekly lessons that inevitably veers off into the saccharine barrage of angst and affirmation." Sue begins to yell. 

[Mr. Shue]

Friday night
I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry

Sunday came and trashed me out again

[Kitty and Artie]

And you told me not to drive

But I made it home alive

So you said that only proves

That I'm insane

[New Directions and Mr. Shue]

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic

You're looking for

Turn out the lights
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong

For all I know

But you may be right

[Ryder]

Now think of all the years you tried to

(With Jake:
Find somebody to satisfy you
I might be as crazy as you say)

[Rose and Hunter]

If I'm crazy then it's true

That it's all because of you
And you wouldn't want me
Any other way

[New Directions and Mr. Shue]

You may be right

I may be crazy
Oh, but it just may be a lunatic

You're looking for
It's too late to fight

It's too late to change me
You may be wrong
For all I know

But you may be right

[Mr. Shue (New Directions)]

You may be right
(You may be right)
I may be crazy
(I may be crazy)
(With New Directions: 
Hey, but it just may be a lunatic

You're looking for)
Turn out the light
(Turn out the light)
Oh, don't try to save me
(No, no, no, no)
You may be wrong 

For all I know
But you may be right
(You may be wrong)
You may be wrong
But you may be right
(You may be wrong)
You may be wrong
But you may be right
(You may be wrong)
(You may be wrong

But you may be right)

Hey, you may be wrong

You may be wrong but you may be right