Sing, sing, sing...

[points_the_way]

Who Mr Schue and the rest of the Glee club
What Glee rehearsal
When Monday, after school
Where Choir room
Rating PG-13

[As discussed in the OOC comm here, a list of potential songs. Feel free to use as you wish, or choose your own. Tag in, choose your song, sing it and others can react.]"Okay, everyone." Will bounding into the choir room was not

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[live4themoment]

Jack paled at Mr Schue's spiel, glad more than ever that he had been taking the back row of seats for every Glee practice. So far, he had managed to never be in the spotlight. He liked blending into the background, and his voice was absolutely nothing compared to the rest of the talent in the room. He was happy to have them all shine while he got to watch the awesome play out around him, and just sing along to the cool songs in the background. There were already so many huge personalities fighting for the spotlight, so Jack was happy to let them hog it all they wanted.

But now? They all had to sing a song on their own? His stomach turned over umcomfortably. Did he really have to do a solo? His voice wasn't strong enough for that. It was one thing to sing in front of Mr Schue for the audition to Glee Club to a song he loved, but this was a whole other ball game. He sat there, hoping he would suddenly blend into the paint colour on the wall and be forgotten about. Maybe if he went last, they would run out of time, anyway.

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt was stifling a yawn as Mr Schue stopped talking, and wasn't entirely convinced he hadn't just had a brief power nap of some sort. Maybe a mini coma. He was sitting off to the side in between Finn and Puck, a blue hoodie on his head and his arms folded across his chest. He had failed in getting enough beauty sleep this week, and obviously the lacklustre enthusiasm about Glee was still buzzing around the edges somewhere.

He looked at the whiteboard and then to Mr Schue, before proceeding to fall into a daydream staring at one of the music posters on the wall. What would 'motivate' him right now was a facial scrub and a hot bath with the latest Vogue. Who he didn't already know in this room he had very little desire to know anyway.

[fabraymazing]

Quinn's legs were crossed, one hand on Finn's knee and the other underneath her thigh as she listened to Mr. Schuester with a hint of disdain. 'Getting to know you'? That was basically the exact opposite of what Quinn wanted to do -- and what she wanted other people to do.

Apprehensive mumbling came about as song suggestions were being offered around the room, and Quinn leaned down to talk to Santana in the row below her while Brittany and Mike chattered about something useless and Finn and Puck did...whatever Finn and Puck did, Kurt zoning out between them.

"This assignment is ridiculous," she said quietly.

[iwannabedirty]

When Quinn leaned forward to talk to her, Santana smirked up at her, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it seems kind of pointless. It's not like anyone's going to really care anyway."

[fabraymazing]

"Honestly," Quinn half scoffed, chin rested in her hand as her elbow sat on her knee. "I don't think anyone really cares who one another are - I know I don't," She said, annoyed. This was only a half-lie...she would have been lying if she said that some of the members of this ridiculous club piqued her interest; she, however, chalked it up to something like morbid curiosity.

[aint_no_kelly]

Mercedes smirked a bit to herself with her arms crossed, taking in Mr. Schue's choice of theme for the day. She had enough in her musical library to whip a little something up about herself. Perhaps something about her sass? Her mentality? Her views? The smirk on her lips faded just slightly as their teacher asked who would want to go first. Stupid question, we all know he's going to pick Rachel. Again. Her dark eyes rolled along with the few mumbles her fellow Glee members gave to the over-all talk.

Her hearing faintly caught the words of the girl an empty seat over from her. With a brow raised, the short girl looked over at Quinn. She sniffed slightly, whispering conspiratorially to herself, not completely caring if the blonde heard. "Only as ridiculous as you make it, white girl."

Mercedes eyed the girl for a beat before looking back at the man up front.

[fabraymazing]

Quinn hadn't been speaking to Mercedes - hadn't really even been paying her any mind - but her snide remark caused Quinn to shoot her gaze over in Mercedes' direction, and she furrowed her brow.

"Nope, pretty sure it's going to be stupid no matter who does it," Quinn said with characteristic snark, a sarcastic smiling pulling at her lips. After what happened the past week, Quinn was in no mood to put up with any wayward crap from anyone; she'd snapped at Finn twice as many times as usual, which of course always had to end with a squeeze of the hand or a small 'I'm sorry' mouthed to him. Why on Earth did Mercedes - someone she'd rarely talked to, want to interrupt her...particularly as one of Jeanette's friends.

[aint_no_kelly]

"Well with that attitude Sunshine, it's no wonder you seem to be a target for drama 'round here," Her eyes slid over to gaze at the blonde sporting the sarcastic smile. Moving swiftly as she could, Mercedes moved her bag from the chair seperating them to slide over and sit herself down directly beside Quinn without too much movement

[fabraymazing]

Quinn rolled her eyes in reply to the girl's overwhelming sass, though admiring the fact that she could hold her own against Quinn's snark. She sat up as the girl moved closer, almost instinctively taking Finn's hand in hers, resting them on his leg as he gently squeezed it while he talked to Puck. Her eyebrow was quirked as she watched Mercedes come to her side, and finally sit.

She eyed the girl in deliberation, questioning what her motives could be - to Quinn, everyone had motives - and choosing to tread warily in interaction. It wasn't that the girl posed any threat to her; she was just abrasive, and Quinn wasn't fully back to head bitch status just yet. Granted, she wasn't going to let Mercedes Jones know that.

"I'm fine," she said coolly, voice low as she straightened out the skirt of her uniform. When she could still feel Mercedes watching her, she finally looked up and sighed, only moving her eyes to see the girl. "I'm fine now," she amended stubbornly.

[beatingkeys]

Rush sat on the piano bench, one leg folded under him and the other moving constantly as though he were extremely agitated; but, no, he wasn't, he was just... nervous. Well, that and amused at all of the freshmen, but people (even those students in his own appropriately-difficult classes) often assumed that he, too, was a freshman, so there was little he could say about that. He tapped his fingers on the edge of the piano, making sure not to accidentally bash in the keys and interrupt Mr. Schue (and probably earning the ire of absolutely everyone else in the room while he was at it).

He didn't much care about the theme, as it were, since he was mostly there to play whatever anyone else wanted and not for himself, although he thought a little piano solo would be a nice addition, despite it being, well, a glee club. But maybe he could fit in some keytar...

Rush was sitting rather far from the singers, so he looked around, didn't find anyone to exchange pithy comments with, and he played a few notes quietly with his right hand.

[wasallyellow]

Audrey had been sitting obediently in the back corner of the room, next to the risers, listening to Mr. Schuester speak to the group. He seemed to command respect from them, which was something she appreciated, but she knew that he has absolutely no say in what it was they were going to play - that one was entirely up to the students, who, much to Audrey's dismay, would probably not pick anything Audrey actually enjoyed

[beatingkeys]

Rush looked up from his soft keying with surprise, managing a smile before the girl went on with her awkward (at best) greeting. He might have laughed a little if he weren't just was awkward and meek as she. Interesting combination -- to have the two of them talking, that is.

He was surprised at her compliment; not that he didn't know he was good with the piano -- in fact, he knew he was excellent at that even if he wasn't excellent at much else -- but he didn't really get complimented often. The fact that he'd gotten two so close together, one from Audrey and one from Jesse, was practically completely uncalled for. Rush was somewhat embarrassed to feel himself blushing at it, so he willed it away (unsuccessfully).

"Thanks," he said. Rush looked around the room, at all of the singers chatting amongst themselves. "It's a little weird being in the band part of glee, isn't it? I feel a bit... neglected, myself." Sure, they had gotten a token mention, but still.

[wasallyellow]

Audrey couldn't help but be annoyed at herself, having no idea what possessed her to confront the boy in the first place. Though part of her assumed that it was out of kindness - he'd been sitting all alone, pretty much alienated from the rest of the band - Audrey also felt as thought it could have been just reason not to sit awkwardly herself. She was relieved to see that the boy had at least, you know, not been completely alarmed by her.

Audrey followed his gaze, looking over her shoulder before focusing back on him. "It sort of is, I guess. I'm third chair in orchestra so it's not like I get loads of focus, but I sort of like it that way. It's actually weird to have so much...attention," Audrey shrugged, running her finger along the body of the piano and drawing invisible photos. "What about you? How long have you been playing piano?"