santana lopez (santa_santana) wrote in mckinley_high, @ 2010-11-29 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, # character: anna roberts, # character: santana lopez, * status: complete |
Who: Santanna (okay, Santana and Anna)
Where: McKinley choir room
When: Monday, Nov. 28
What: Some bursting into song and then some passive aggressive antics. No big deal.
Rating: SFW
Santana entered the choir room during fourth period with an eye towards working on a solo that she had been planning to propose for sectionals. She sounded really awesome on it already and all she needed to do was tighten it up a little bit and then she could see what happened. She already knew how to make a pie crust, anyway, so she figured skipping Home Ec would be fine. Too bad there was already someone in here, though. “Are you going to be long?” she asked the girl, who she vaguely recognized as the drummer from Glee’s back-up band.
When Anna heard someone speak, she stopped her drumming abruptly and looked up, seeing Santana. “Oh, uh. ...No, I guess not,” she replied. It’s not like she was in the choir room practicing or anything. Study Hall, which is what she had fourth period, was pointless because of one thing: she didn’t study. Ever. Usually people who generally used the choir room (aka Jazz Band people and Glee clubbers) had class this time of day so Anna was generally left at peace to practice.
“Great. I kind of have some stuff to do this period,” Santana said rather briskly, setting her stuff down next to the piano and bending over to retrieve her music folder. After pulling out the music to “Valerie,” she turned and raised her eyebrows expectantly at the other girl. “Are you leaving?”
“You’re in Glee, right?” Anna asked, ignoring Santana’s obvious attempts to get her to leave. The cheerleader, though dubbed as “hot shit” at this school, obviously didn’t know who Anna was and decided that because of this, Anna would be polite.
“Yeah,” Santana said, annoyed that the other girl wasn’t making any moves towards leaving quite yet. “You’re our drummer, right? In the band.” Except was that a rude way to phrase it? Wait, she didn’t care.
“Mhm,” she hummed, spinning a drumstick with her fingers. She stood, using her free hand to put the other drumstick in her back pocket and sling her bag onto her shoulder. Where the hell was she supposed to go now? Anna held back a sigh. “You’re good. At singing, I mean. I don’t know why Rachel gets the majority of the solos.”
Santana raised her eyebrows again at this, feeling slightly mollified. “Thanks. I don’t know why either. That was like, kind of what Mercedes and I were trying to show when we did our duet and stuff.” Maybe this random girl was someone she could kind of sort of maybe get along with after all.
“I loved your duet,” she said with an honest chuckle. “It was awesome. Definitely showstopping material.” She stopped spinning and stuffed the drumstick into her pocket, next to the other one. “Sorry for bugging you. Let me know if you need me for practice or something.” With that, she adjusted her bag more comfortably on her shoulder before stepping out from behind the drum set.
Santana thought about it for a little bit, then said, “Yeah. Actually, it would be good to run some ideas by you.” That was what the band people were there for, anyway, wasn’t it? She was supposed to use them in order to sound better than she already could by herself. Ethan excluded. “I’m trying to figure out the right tempo and stuff for this song.” She walked over and showed her the tempo marking that came with the music. “Um, what’s your name, again?”
“Anna,” she told her, looking at the tempo. After counting it out in her head, she went over to the drum and started the beat. “This is what my part would sound like,” she told Santana, keeping the tempo steady. “We can probably adjust it a little, making it slower or faster depending on what you want.” She stopped drumming, looking at her.
Santana tapped along on her thigh as Anna started to play, then tried to hear the song in her head once she’d stopped. “That was pretty good,” she said, then snapped along to the tune. “This is the tempo I’ve been running it at. I think that’s the one on the recording. But... I don’t know. Do you think, like... I want it to not be a totally straight up rendition.”
“The way that Amy Winehouse sings it is pretty good, and it definitely sounds like a song that would utilize your voice,” Anna said. “So whether you want to sing it exactly the same as she does it, or if you want to make it your own, is up to you. Either way, I think it’ll sound good.”
“Yeah, I like that version. I kind of dig her, I guess. Like, she’s totally fucked up and on tons of shit but like, she still makes pretty cool music, you know?” Santana realized then that she was kind of digressing so she brought her attention back to the music they were looking at. “I kind of want to take it faster. Like... Won’t you come on over, stop making a fool out of me?” she sang, faster than the version she was familiar with.
She listened to Santana as she sung that line, creating a beat in her mind with it. “Something like this?” Anna asked before playing the beat a bit faster. She sung the line just as Santana did while she played the drums before looking at her for approval or criticism.
Santana nodded a little, looking obviously pleased as she listened to what Anna was playing. “Yeah. This sounds great,” she said, letting it go on for a bit longer before figuring what the hell and just launching right into the song.
Anna kept the beat as Santana sung, experimenting with some ideas with her drumming which actually made the arrangement sound pretty good. Once she was done singing and Anna stopped drumming, the girl chuckled. “So, besides the fact that was a random breakout in song, it didn’t sound too bad.”
“We’re in a choir room and I came here to practice,” Santana said, a little embarrassed that she’d basically just pulled a Berry. “Plus, I do what I want if you haven’t noticed. And I sounded damned good.” She brought her hands up to tighten her ponytail, then looked appraisingly at Anna. “You’re good.”
She shrugged. “I wasn’t judging our awesomeness by any means. Just stating we pulled a High School Musical without all the dancing,” Anna said, smiling. “Thanks, though. You picked a good song.”
“Thanks,” Santana said, before realizing. “Hey. You’re that girl that is randomly always talking to Quinn on the journals and stuff.” Maybe ‘always’ was too strong a word but she had definitely noticed and it had really confused her. “What’s that about?”
“That makes me sound really creepy, thanks,” Anna said with a laugh. “I came in here one day to practice and she was here and we talked so I consider us to be acquaintances, unless you know otherwise.” She shrugged, hoping that Quinn didn’t view her as a creep because she was one of the only people who have attempted to hang out with her minus Ethan’s Lord of the Rings get together.
“I was just wondering,” Santana said, wondering how best to phrase this before deciding to just say it how ever she wanted to say it. “She’s my best friend. So I guess you and I are going to have to end up being acquaintances if that is the situation between you and Quinn.” She resisted the urge to narrow her eyes at her because this was clearly something that required a little more finesse than just obvious attempts at intimidation. “Think you’re up for the challenge?” she asked then, smiling sweetly at the other girl.
“I, uh... I guess?” she asked, unsure as to why starting a friendship should be considered a challenge. “Though don’t be mad if she picks me over you,” Anna said, in an obviously-I’m-joking-why-would-she-pick-m
Santana’s eyes flashed and her hand immediately tightened into a fist. Fortunately, she was holding her music in her other hand, but Santana was less worried about crumpling her sheet music for sectionals and more worried about whether the noise would have given her action away. It was impossible to get off a good first hit when your opponent was aware that you were about to-- Wait, what was this? She forced a smile once more, then said, “I won’t be mad because that won’t happen. And it’s a challenge because apparently I can be prickly to get to know or whatever.” Except, wait again... “Are you friends with Ethan?” He needed to not know that she’d just had a totally crazy moment. But she was being good! No overt threats. It would be okay.
“Challenge accepted then,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure I’m not exactly easy to be around either.... and I was totally kidding about the Quinn thing. I understand the whole ‘best friend since forever ago’ thing. I don’t have that anymore, but I understand it.” Depressing, but true. Her old friends, the ones she had known since diapers, didn’t speak to her anymore. “I know Ethan, we’re friendsish too. Same deal as Quinn.”
“Legit,” Santana said, to basically everything. “And are you really?” That was in response to the ‘not exactly easy to be around’ thing. This kind of intrigued her, in a weird way, because she was pretty much convinced that she was personally the hardest person to get to know (minus that Angelo douchebag on the journals) so she was curious about how any future interactions between the two of them would go. “Well. Thanks for the help. I feel pretty good about this tempo.”
“So I’ve been told,” Anna replied with another shrug. “No problem. Let me know if you need anymore help.” She smiled, standing from the drum set again and grabbing her bag, and putting her drumsticks in her back pocket. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
“You’re welcome,” Santana said smugly, pleased that Anna had thought to thank her for doing so. At least someone knew who called the shots around here, unlike Rachel who was totally not going to be forgiven for not inviting her to the Glee girls’ meeting, even if she had given her a bagel and stuff. She gathered up her things, then lifted a hand up as a sort of goodbye gesture to Anna. “See ya.”