The Story of Dani

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I don’t own the songs or lyrics

-Backstage- (Two Weeks Later)

All of us are backstage getting ready to perform. I’m getting really nervous I’m waiting for my wheelchair to get here I’m pacing back and forth on my crutches. I look around and see Burt I go up to him he looks worried.

Dani: Hey Burt.

Burt: Hey Dani I have some bad news.

Dani: What?

Mr. Schue sees Burt and I talking he walks up to us.

Mr. Schue: Hey Burt where is the wheelchair?

Burt: When I was loading it into the car the wheel came off.

Mr. Schue: What?

Burt: I’m so sorry.

Dani: It’s all right, we’re just going to have to find someone else to fill in for me.

Finn, Rachel, Santana, and Kurt come up to us.

Finn: Mr. Schue what’s going?

Mr. Schue: We have to find someone else to fill in for Dani, the wheelchair is out.

Finn: No we were supposed to perform together.

Dani: Its fine. Go out there and kick their butts.

They nod their heads Santana gives me a side hug and kisses me I go out to the front with Burt. Burt and I sit with Carole when she sees me she smiles I smile back. The announcer comes over the intercom.

Announcer: Give it up for McKinley High’s New Directions.

The three of us cheer. Music starts  Rachel walks into the place and starts singing and dancing.

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'll see

I'm gonna 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 she-bang