the girl with the guitar [glee/sam evans]

chapter 10: A Very Glee Christmas

It was the most wonderful time of the year... or at least it was supposed to be. There wasn't a piece of tinsel in sight at the Anthony household, and it honestly seemed like any other month. Except, this month, was always one of the saddest times of the year for Violet. Her family never really celebrated Christmas. They were always at the theater because Violet's mother and father had to work, so this time of year was comprised of Violet seeing all of the other kids around her with their loving families while she just sat in the corner and was expected to be quiet.

As Violet got older, she didn't have to go to the theater as much, but she just holed herself in her makeshift dance studio in her family's house during that time because she was never allowed to audition for her studio's production of "The Nutcracker" just in case if her mother ever needed help or a stand-in during that time.

Violet was awake at 4am making a small breakfast sandwich and coffee for her father because he was off to New York again, so he can work with the rest of his team on a new musical that they were writing and composing. Her father rushed down the stairs with his carryon and quickly ran into the kitchen to pick up his sandwich and thermos of coffee for the airport. He quickly rushed out of the kitchen and yelled, "Goodbye Violet!" before running outside to catch his Uber.

The girl then contemplated whether or not she should get some more sleep before going to school, or not but it was already 6am, and she was basically ready for the day. She decided that she'd make herself breakfast, and a coffee to go before heading to McKinley.

Once she got to the high school, she went straight to the auditorium and traded in her Doc Martens for her pointe shoes. She connected the stereo to her phone and started playing the "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy". She learned the variation through observing the rehearsals her old dance studio had throughout the years, and she was deadset on perfecting it.

Violet was working in the auditorium for about an hour running through that variation over 15 times trying to perfect every single move. Sam walked in there to see Violet running through the number. She looked like she was floating through the air. She looked magical.

Once the piece was over, Sam clapped for Violet. He was speechless, "That was amazing."

Violet, holding her water bottle at this point, shrugged her shoulders. "My lines were shaky and inconsistent throughout the entire piece, and I messed up the ending pirouette sequence."

Sam got on stage to meet her. "You know, I think you looked good the way it was."

"'Good' isn't good enough, though. It needs to be perfect." Sam noticed that Violet seemed kind of off. She wasn't her usual sarcastic, goofy self. She was intense and hypercritical. It was a strange side of her that Sam was concerned about. Violet took a look at Sam's face and then realized what had happened. "I-I'm sorry. You're right."

Violet took a seat right on the ground and put her face into her hands. Sam took a seat next to her, "What's wrong?"

"I just hate this time of year. It just does stuff to me."