Chapter 6

Some chances just aren't worth taking...

Glee Club. Geoerge hated those words. Sue had made sure to get her back in time for the last couple classes of the day, and her infamous glee club tryouts.

"Just remember, all you have to do is smile, wave your little jazz hands and Buttertop will be putty in your hands."

"Wait, Buttertop, tho is Buttertop?" George sat beside Sue in Rube's car as they drove back to school. She had NO idea how the woman had convinced Rube to lend her his car. Rube wouldn't even let Roxy drive his fucking car.

"Buttertop is one of my many pet-names for one William Shuester- referred as such due to the greasy nature of his disgustingly curly hair."

Walking through the door of her first glee-club rehearsal, George hesitated for a second and took everything in. This was NOT exactly what she was expecting. Weren't glee club kids supposed to be outcasts and geeks? Like the ones she saw the other day at lunch? Only half the club looked to be that. Rachel was the first to notice her, a tall...extremely tall, pretty hot guy stood next to her looking every bit the All American athlete. Next to him, Rachel kinda looked like a midget, but George knew pointing that out was probably not the best way to make friends. Instead, she smiled awkwardly and shifted where she stood as the over-enthusiastic 'captain' rushed over.

"THERE you are! I was looking for you at lunch. I saw Coach Sylvester call you into her office- she didn't try to waterboard you, did she?"

"Huh? N-no! Just um..orientation." George muttered. "Sorry, I went out for lunch." Rachel was already pulling her toward the group to introduce her. George just went with it for now, taking in the sight. Her eyes immediately landed on Puckerman.

He was in here too? God really did have a fucked up sense of humor. Noah was sitting next to a very large girl who was glaring George down. In front of them, a group of three model-worthy girls, including a pretty spacy-looking blond and a Latina girl who was definitely giving the new girl the once over. The rest of the club seemed to made up of kids George already meant. Sort of. She recognized the tall guy as a kid in her math class. He was sleeping most of the time, and Rachel figured he was your typical good looking jock. He smiled at 'Millie', giving her a nod.

"Everyone, THIS is Millie Hart. She wants to audition for New Directions. Now, I know we usually do our auditions in the auditorium, however due to last week's little misfire with our stage pyrotechnics, Mr. S and I have decided it would be best to allow her to try out during our regular scheduled meeting."

Pyrotechnics? George was about to ask when someone else stepped into the room. Someone who George guessed was a teacher. A really, really, REALLY hot teacher.

"And THIS must be Millie Hart." He smiled an impossibly white smile and 'Millie' just stood frozen for a second before she smiled a little stupidly.

"Uh..hi.."

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself before. I'm Mr. Scheuster. Rachel's already told me all about you- you want to audition for glee club, right?" He was still smiling. Poor George took a second to respond, clearing her throat and nodding.

"Uh..yeah. Yeah! I was auditioning."

"Great! Just let Brad know what you want to sing and go for it." He stepped aside to give George the floor. At first, she had no idea who Brad was- then she realized somewhere in all the introductions, a red-headed man with a beard had come over and sat down at the piano in the middle of the room. Wait, where did he come from? For a second, she could have sword she felt something off of him. Something like she felt with Sue.

Nah. Shrugging it off she moved over to the man and Rachel got up from her chair and hurried over, speaking in a hushed voice. "Don't worry, I already gave Brad your sheet music."

"..Great..." The reaper smiled awkwardly as Rachel patted her hand and went back to sit next the tall, good looking football player. Quickly turning back to 'Brad', George quickly whispered. "I don't know the song." The piano player just stared. Clearly he didn't care. "...Look, can you play something easier..? Like uh..Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Old McDonald?"

It took the musician a moment to realize she wasn't kidding. When he realized that desperate look on her face was for real, Brad sighed and started to play a few notes.

And George stepped back awkwardly as she recognized the song. Okay, this wasn't so bad. Except it was. Crap, at least she knew it! Kinda...

"i..Somewhere..over the rainbow

Way up high..

There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby/i"

George was trying to keep on tune, her voice cracking every other word. It was pretty obvious she was failing by the look on the rest of the club's faces.

"iSome..wheeeeeere over the rainbow

Skies are blue...

Something..something, la da da

something something else too...?"/i

George gave an awkward smile while the rest of the club stared in silence. Definitely the worst audition ever. Mr. S was the first to clap and get up, walking over and smiling. "Oookay, Millie! That was..different. Um, we'll let you know, alright?"

"Uh huh.." George just nodded strangely as the teacher walked her out of the door.

And just like that, she was kicked out of glee. Before she was ever officially in it.

"So that's it?"

"Yes."

"You're just going to sit here and mope and you're not even gonna go back?"

"No..." George Lass had been sitting at her usual seat in Der Wafflehause for almost 3 hours. Ever since she first left school after her failed performance. Across from her, the last person she wanted in her face about the whole fiasco.

Daisy Adair had found her fellow reaper stuck in this wasteland of despair a few minutes before. At first, she had contemplated just ignoring it and ordering her usual fruit salad and waiting for Rube to show up, but she just couldn't take the gloom anymore and she opened her big, over-loving mouth. Or that's how she saw it.

"Well, that isn't the Georgia Lass I know! The Georgia I know would get up, walk right out of here, and show those silly high school kids what real talent is!"

George glared up at Daisy for a second, wondering what her angle was. Really, why was this even bothering her? She didn't wanna join the stupid glee club in the first place. Except, it was just like the rest of her high school life and the constant rejection she'd been trying to avoid ever since. It was the reason she hadn't kept going in college. The reason her life- and her death, had ended up this way.

"Look, I don't see how it is your fucking business, Daisy, I-"

"Language, Georgia! That's not how a proper young high schooler behaves. Now...do you want in this club or not?" The blond was sitting up straight, her hands 'properly' on the table, smiling.

George really wanted to slap her.

"Not."

"Well, let's pretend you don't join this little club? Then what? You go back to that school tomorrow, face those kids down, and then somehow sneak into their rehearsal room this Friday for your reap unnoticed?"

"Maybe."

"OR...you can listen to me and not only get into that club, but become the most popular girl in your school while doing it."

George scowled. "I don't want to be popular."

"Of course you do, Georgia. Everyone wants to be popular. And if you just go along with my plan, you will be."

George didn't like this. This week was getting worse by the minute...

A/N: That's it for now! New chapter and all, yay! Please read and review and I shall update soon. ;)