I let out a sigh and take my apron and menu book. I'm working in Spotlight Dinner now. As one of their waitress and since Rachel is quit because of Broadway so I replace her and Santana is more busy with her commercials work.
"I should've work in a recording studio or be a song writer." I sigh.
"Well, you said that you need a job and you don't want your dad to pay for your rent anymore." Kurt says to me.
"Yeah it suck." I simply nod.
Suddenly my phone is vibrating. I gasped when I read the text. I shake my head and cover my mouth with my hand. Kurt and I suddenly look at each other and just giving each other a poker face. This is shocking.
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Now we are here in the choir room. Went back for a sort notice. Went back for a funeral of our beloved friend. Finn Hudson. How come life is so short when he has to leave when he was twenty years old? That's unfair.
And how come a stupid car accident can kill someone when actually there are a lot of people wanted to die. I hate death. I hate funeral. I hate when it comes to something like this because it is always remind me with my mom.
"Really glad so many of you could make it back for this." Dad says to us after write 'Finn' on the white board.
"We wouldn't miss it for anything, Mr. Schue." Mike says.
"The funeral was for everyone, but I wanted to do something just for us to memorialize him the only way we know how- by singing. All week long. Anyone who wants to can come up and sing. Maybe a song he sung. Maybe something that reminds you of him." Dad says to us.
"Singing isn't gonna bring him back." Puck simply said.
"No, it's not. Nothing is. Not ever. But for two minutes or so we can all maybe remember the best parts of him. So think of what you want to sing if you want to sing, and we'll start tomorrow." Dad says to us.
"Well, I-I can't wait until tomorrow, Mr. Schue." Mercedes says and gets up. "I've been bawling for one week. If I don't get this all out now I don't think I'll ever stop crying." Mercedes walks to the front.
"Sure, Mercedes. Start us off." Dad nods and sits down on the backseat.
"I, uh, remember Finn telling me that he sang this song to his baby's sonogram. Well, he thought it was his baby. He was the first cool kid to be nice to any of us, and he was our leader in here. We love you, Finn." Mercedes says and nods to the band.
Mercedes:
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
So if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you
When you're standing at the crossroads
Don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong
Mercedes with New Directions:
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
Whoa
Mercedes:
And when...
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own
Mercedes and New Directions (Mercedes):
I'll stand by you, (Oh)
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