Unlikely Star

Makeover

The senior Presidential Election was quickly approaching, but no one seemed to be stepping forward to run. Brittany had vowed that she would be re-running for President and try to actually do something this year instead of focusing all her time trying to help Lord Tubbington lose weight. I had no intention of running for President. I'm never good at making huge decisions, and becoming President would require me to do that, sometimes on the fly. Plus, having to give a speech to the entire school sounds slightly terrifying.

Glee Club seemed to be taking more of a relaxed approach this week due to Mr. Schue sitting criss-cross applesauce on top of the piano. "Okay, as you all know, as National champions, we get to host the annual Show Choir Rules Committee meeting." That sounds incredibly interesting (I'm being sarcastic).

"Please tell me you're going to ask what ⅓ vintage meant last year?"

"Or like why some teams get to sing six songs and other ones only do one." I've always thought about that. I guess Sam and I are on the same wavelength.

"Speaking of competitions, shouldn't we start preparing for ours?" Has he ever competed in a New Directions competition? We always wait until the last minute to begin preparing the actual songs we're going to sing, while we spend the rest of the time singing pop songs.

"I have some ideas, which I am working very hard on." There was a bit of silence while we waited for Mr. Schue to tell us what those amazing ideas were. But he tried to change the subject saying, "I don't really want to give anything away now... I'm still trying to scope us out as a team, see where our strengths are, and then go from there..." I could tell by the tone of his voice, Mr. Schue had no idea what he was going to suggest to us. We did still have some time to think about it, but we had to be quick. The other teams we were competing against probably already have competed together, so they know how to bounce off of one another.

Brittany stopped all the Sectionals' talk when she raised her hand to take the floor. "I'm not sure if what you were saying was actually important because I wasn't actually listening, but I'd like to make an announcement. First, I'd like to know if anyone can prove that Blaine was actually born in this country." Right out the gate. Just like a regular presidential election, trying to bad mouth the other candidate so much so you don't look as bad. "Second, I'm wrapping up the election by selecting Artie as my running mate." That actually sounded like a good pairing. Brittany could create some creative, far out ideas while Artie kept them realistic.

"I think by bridging the human/robot divide, we'll ensure that both students and vending machines will vote for us." Did she just say robot?

"Brittany, that's not fair. This isn't a popularity contest, it's about who's got the best ideas." I'm pretty sure Blaine was just telling himself that so if he loses, he could just blame it on popularity. "It's about keeping the people's best interest in mind, right?"

"What is that taste in my...?" Artie gently kissed his fingers, pretending to taste something in his mouth. "Is that sour grape?" Yikes, not only was this election looking realistic to the real world, it was beginning to create cracks in the Glee Club. This was not going to end well. As the bell rang, everyone began to grab their things to leave, including myself. Everyone except Sam, who was sitting in his chair, staying behind.

I waited behind everyone and ran back up to him to see what was wrong. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm just bummed Brittany didn't choose me for her vice president."

"I didn't think you were that passionate about school politics."

"Oh totally. I mean my Presidential impressions are bound to help win the election." As we left the choir room hand in hand, I tried to think of anything I could do to help Sam reach his dream of becoming Vice President in a public high school in Lima, Ohio.