My normal week, Glee style.
** note: this post is significantly less awesome if you don't click on the green words when they appear. Trust me. With love!**
I woke up Wednesday morning later than I intended, as I always do, and went to work. I still managed to get there before my boss and when he got there he called me into his office so we could talk about how things are going to go the rest of the semester. After about 5 minutes, I fell into a daydream about a boy I am friends with but may or may not harbor less than platonic feelings for. The daydream started splendidly, with us talking over some Toomer's Lemonade, but then he started telling me how he could Count on Me which translates into friend zone. He did have a cool guitar and hat on. At the end of the song my boss sat his coffee cup down particularly loudly, breaking the spell and sending me back to my computer.
Meanwhile, my roommate was leaving the apartment, coffee cup in hand, to go to one of her super hard classes that I could never understand if I tried. While she was waiting at the light, a boy in a rather large truck rolled down his window and made some semi-inappropriate comments to her. Roommate looked him square in the eye and said, "Shut Up and Drive." The song continued while she walked to class, including a montage where she walked down a hallway and ignored several boys who tried to dance with her until she got to one at the end of the hallway, whom she stood uncharacteristically close to and whispered into his ear at the end.
Roommate and I met in the lunchroom later, along with a few of our friends: pretty but mean blonde girl, token Hispanic boy, single black guy, tall awkward dark haired boy, and dramatic brunette. We discussed the latest issues in life, namely the fact that red haired frenemie got in a nasty bicycle accident, and is now in a full body cast, but there are no handicap ramps in the school and even if there were, there's no assistance for a girl in a full body cast. Usually we wouldn't care, but we all happen to be in The Greatest Show Choir in the World and she's one of our best back-up singers and snappers so we need her safe and sound.
We decide that the best thing to do would be to have a $5 party to raise money for red-haired frenemie, which work great because it's Wednesday, the first day of the weekend in a college town. We run around the town buying things for the party, including streamers, cookies, and beverages. While we're shopping, decorating, and preparing we sing a fun acapella version of Raise Your Glass (because we're really too school for cool). Plus we invited all of the misfits and outcasts to the party because the cool kids would be spending their $5 on covers.
I am at the party location before anyone else until single black guy comes in. He didn't know I was the only one there. He asks me how my day was and I tell him about my daydream and the disappointment in the outcome, which makes him sad because he wanted me to fall in love with him based on his charm and style. In a voiceover he sings It's Gonna Be Me in a failed attempt to show me what I'm missing out on... at the end of the song I thank him for listening and kiss him on the cheek. Slowly everyone else gets to the house where the party will be happening and then everyone else shows up, which is great because we're making money and making a statement all at once (statement - not cool kids can have fun too). Except for pretty but mean blonde who stands in the corner and sings about how Big Girls Don't Cry (you need to have seen previous days to understand this... but you can probably guess).
Meanwhile, the boy whose ear roommate was whispering into shows up, with a guitar, and sings to her, much to her confusion. But she doesn't complain and sways to the Rhythm of Love.
The party goes well and at the end of the night we count the money - $3000 smackers! Just the amount needed to hire someone to assist red-haired frenemie until she gets out of her cast! The next day in rehearsal, however, an administrator comes to us and says they cannot hire anyone because it shows favoritism towards red-haired frenemie. We're all very upset about this, so much so that we have to sing about it. Thankfully, tall awkward dark haired boy offers us some perspective when he reminds us that we get by With a Little Help From our Friends.
We go to the president's office in protest, sending dramatic dark haired girl in first while the rest of us filter in slowly. We explain to the president that we understand, but we refuse to go down without a fight. He is cold-hearted and mean, so we appeal to his emotions with 21 Guns [slight side note, really you need to listen to this one. It's incredible].
At the end of the song, the president is in tears and agrees to let us use the money. We go to class a few days later and explain to red-haired frenemie that, even though we still don't like her much, we always stand up for one of our own. Cause baby, you're a Firework!
Fin.
