Unlikely Star

Michael

Arguments were ensuing between Blaine and Santana. She was complaining about how the clown judge from Sectionals was most likely on some sort of drug. That was the only way he was able to score the New Directions higher than the Troubletones. I thought that we had put that all in the past and moved on, but clearly some people were still hung up on it.

"We did Michael Jackson, you guys didn't. But that was like weeks ago, why are you still obsessing over it?"

"One word Kurt: Michael."

"Fear not you guys, the world tour of the Cirque du Soleil tribute show, Immortal, to Michael Jackson is coming to Colombia this June. We should all go."

"You don't get it. I don't want to see the spectacle that is Michael, I want to be the spectacle."

"Hey guys, everything okay?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Look, us girls love being back with the New Directions, but we hate that we missed our one chance this year to do Michael."

"I get it. You know I've been thinking a lot about Regionals, and maybe we can do Michael again."

"Well I for one know what song we should start our Micheal week with." Blaine threw his bag to the side and took an iconic Michael Jackson pose.

~Wanna Be Starting Something (sung by Blaine and the New Directions)~

***

News of the Warblers also choosing to do Michael for Regionals spread throughout the Glee Club. Almost everyone was furious about the revelation. I didn't really get the whole outrage. If we both did Michael, then we would just be judged on our singing and dancing, which I thought we rose above the Warblers with.

Tina stormed in the choir room shouting. "There has to be some kind of show choir competition committee we can complain to."

"I know it sucks, it's the end of the world. Heck, you had your setlist for the Sectionals stolen, and you managed to win that competition right?"

Tina turned around in her seat towards me, "Mallory, don't you... know... one of the Warblers?" Was that what we were seriously turning to now? Using exes to manipulate to change their setlists for a competition?

"Woah, woah, woah. I'm not going to pimp myself out for a show choir."

"Why are we even trying to figure this out. Obviously, Blaine told the Warblers about our plans. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler."

"We should all be on notice, you guys. Next to Vocal Adrenaline, the Warblers are the best Glee Club in the state, and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship. So, we need to stop complaining about the Warblers and try to figure out a way to beat them."

"I couldn't have said it better myself Finn. I'm less worried about our setlist right now and more interested in us getting in the right mindset to crush those guys. Which is why our assignment for this week is..." Mr. Schue walked up to the whiteboard and wrote "WWMJD". "What would Michael Jackson do?"

"He would fight back. He'd say Regionals is ours, MJ is ours, and if they want it, they're going to have to pry it from our hands."

"I know what Michael would do. I think he would take it to the streets." Oh god. I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded super show choiry and slightly strange.

***

We had planned out our scene of "attack". But by attack, we meant dancing and singing around in an abandoned parking lot. But I will say that getting to walk around with my hood up, hiding half my face felt pretty badass. I felt like I could ride away on a motorcycle and not look like a loser.