Rachel Berry Ishii☆ (sg_rachel) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-09-14 20:15:00 |
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Thread: Sam and Artie Keep Rachel Upright
Who: Rachel, Sam, Artie
When: 9/14, after school
Where: Hallway in front of Rachel's locker
What: Rachel's not feeling too great. Sam and Artie help out.
Rachel leaned her head up against her locker, letting the cool metal soothe her overly-warm skin. She'd woken up with a fever and chills that morning, feeling a little bit like she'd somehow been killed and revived in her sleep last night. After trying and failing to complete her work out, she'd drank a protein shake, shook off her dad when he insisted she had a fever and needed to stay home, and made her way to school. Staying hydrated hadn't quite worked, though - she felt dizzy and gross all through English, and hadn't even answered once during Latin. She felt like a failure.
But she'd made it through the day. If she could just hang on for a few more hours, her audition would be over, and she'd be assured her lead in the musical. She really needed to practice her song and monologues, though - she'd thought food would make her feel better, so she'd actually eaten during lunch, and then spent all of enrichment talking to Ava. She'd actually been feeling a lot better, and thought, since she had no one to mentor, and there was no formal gathering for the class that day, that she'd go to her car and take a nap, to get herself back up to 100%.
That'd only made her feel worse, though. Not to mention she'd had a weird dream about being chased out of the Martin Beck theatre after somehow ending up on stage during the final dress rehearsal of the original Broadway production of Into the Woods. She'd wandered around the street for a few hours, and ended up falling asleep in the back of a cab, of all places. How unsanitary.
So now she felt just as bad as she had when she had woke up that morning, was completely unrehearsed, and she could swear that the smell of New York cab clung to her somehow. This day was not turning out how she'd planned.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned up off of her locker, grabbed the handle of her trolley bag, and started a determined stride towards the choir room.
The abrupt change in direction threw off her equilibrium, though, and she felt a wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to stumble a bit in the middle of the hallway.