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Chapter 11

The day is finally come. This week is my audition day. I've been rehearsing for the past a few weeks and I'm sure I'm ready. I know what song I'm going to play with a piano and if they ask me to play with different music instrumental, I'm also ready.

Now my parents and I are going to New York. To spend the weekend away along with my audition. I'm nervous. My legs start shaking and I'm scared if I'm going to forget or mess up the notes.

"Just focus okay." Dad says to me and holds my hand.

"You are making her more nervous." Mom says to dad.

"Why is the plane isn't take off yet?" I sigh.

"Calm down, sweetheart." Mom says to me.

I let out a sigh and lean my head on dad's sleeve. I'm sitting down in the middle of my parents. Mom got the window seat and I'm in the middle, then dad is in the edge.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sonya Van Houten and I’m your chief flight attendant. On behalf of Captain Zachary Banders and the entire crew, welcome aboard to American Airlines flight , non-stop service from Dayton to New York.

Our flight time will be of 2 hours and 30 minutes. We will be flying at an altitude of 38.000 feet at a ground speed of 5.9 miles per hour. At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to ‘airplane’ mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you.”

"You're welcome." I simply said.

"Do you think that Sam will burn our house?" Mom asks us.

"Terri, relax. He won't do that." Dad rolls his eyes.

"I was just breaking the tension." Mom chuckles and continue read her magazine.

I chuckle and turn my face at dad. The plane is start to take off. I hope that being in New York with my parents and I'm going to get my audition.

I cross my hand around dad's arm and lean my head on dad's sleeve then close my eyes. I can feel a peck on my head. I don't know who gave it to me either it's dad or mom.

"Excuse me, would you like have some tea, juice, or coffee?"

"I would like to have juice. Thank you." Mom says.

"And I take the coffee." Dad says.

"You don't want any drinks, sweetie?" Mom asks me.

"No, I'm sleepy." I shake my head and keep closing my eyes.

"Okay let daddy's arm go for a while first." Dad says and take his arm off of me.

I open my eyes and take my hoodie. I hug my hoodie then lean my head and close my eyes again. I'm nervous and this is my way to calm myself down.

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I'm sitting down on the backstage of Carnegie Hall. I hold my violin case and bite my lip. I know what song that I'm going to play. It will be a Medley of Journey.

"Paris Schuester."

I take a deep breath and walk out from the backstage then walk to the stage. "Hi, my name is Paris Schuester. I'm a junior in William McKinley High School from Lima, Ohio." I smile to the judges.

"From your application letter, you said that you can play classic music instrumentals." A woman says to me.

"Yes, I can play piano, harp, violin, cello, harmonica, and acoustic guitar." I nod.

"What song are you going to play for us?" That woman asks me.

"For the violin I will play Journey medley. And for the piano I will play Michael Jackson medley." I said to them.

"Shows us what you got." She nods.

I take my violin out from the case. I take a deep breath and start playing the violin. My parents are standing in the backstage and I'm actually glad that none is allowed to watch the audition except the judges.

I finish my song and turn my face to the judges as they whispering at each other and smiles at me. After that I walk to the piano and sit down in front of it. I take a deep breath and start playing the song using the piano. I hope that my few weeks rehearsal wont be nothing.

I can't help but enjoying the song that I'm playing until I finish my song and I can hear my parents are cheering and applauding for me from the backstage.

"That was really impressive. Are you enter music school?" A judge asks me.

"When I was kid yes. But since middle school I didn't anymore. My dad taught me all of those music instrumentals, he is glee club teacher." I smile at them.

"Well, thank you. We will let you know tomorrow by email." They smiles back at me.

"Thank you." I giggle and take my violin then walk back to backstage. I smile to my parents and hug them. "I did it!" I smile at them.

"You did it!" Mom smiles at me.

"I'm so proud of you. You know I just found out that to make into audition they even selected the application letter first." Dad says to me.

"Yeah I know. Blaine told me because he signed up too but he doesn't get it." I said to dad. "Now can we have lunch? I'm hungry." I said to them.

"Sure, pumpkin." Dad smiles at me and rubs my hair.

I smile back at him and hug my violin case then walk out from this Carnegie Hall. I can't believe I went here and got into the audition. I'm not that nervous because if I don't get it, it's fine. I played in Carnegie Hall.

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Back to Lima and I haven't find the result about my audition. They said they will emailed me yesterday and it's still nothing. I probably didn't get it.

"Hey, stop that look." Sam standing next to my locker.

"They said that they will let me know yesterday but it's past a day and I didn't get any email or anything." I sigh and shut my locker.

"I'm sure you were amazing on that stage. Come here." Sam pulls me closer to him and hugs me.

I hug him back and let out a sigh. I pull him away slowly and walk to the choir room with Sam is having his arm around my shoulder. I walk to the choir room and sit down on the back seat as the others are still mourning about Whitney Houston's dying since two months ago.

"It was written for Diana Ross." Mercedes glares at Rachel.

"No, Mercedes, you are wrong, okay? The Bodyguard was originally written for Barbra Streisand." Rachel protest.

"Actually, Rachel, it was supposed to be Diana Ross and Steve McQueen, back in the '70s." Dad walks in.

"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Mercedes shouts and glares at Rachel.

"I've been doing some research to prepare for this week's lesson." Dad says to us and write Whitney on the white board.

"Oh, my God, yes. It's about time we did a Whitney tribute!" Rachel grins happily.

"Are we sure that's appropriate?" Sam frowns.

"You did not just ask that." Mercedes turns her face at Sam.

"I just mean, didn't Whitney kind of have a lot of problems?" Sam asks.

"She had a hard life, Sam. And?" Mercedes raises her eyebrows at Sam.

"Look, this week isn't about passing judgment on Whitney. It's about celebrating her legacy, honoring her memory, her accomplishments. But I also want you guys to use her songs to get underneath your own feelings. To express and explore what's really going on with you." Dad says to us.

"I don't get it, Mr. Schue. What's really going on with us?" Finn frowns.

"Well, for most of you, these next few weeks will be your last here at McKinley. Lots of changes coming up, lots of saying good-bye. To your friends, to your significant others, to the last four years of your life. For a young person, all that transition can be overwhelming. So it's easier to focus on other things. Like not being able to say good-bye to Whitney Houston." Dad says to us.

"What are you talking about?" Santana frowns.

"Santana, it's okay. I get it. You're hanging on to Whitney because it's difficult to handle the upheaval in your own lives." Dad says to Santana.

"We're hanging on to Whitney because she was incredible and we love her, so don't put your baggage on us." Santana simply said.

"You guys, Mr. Schue's attempt to understand us, though misguided, doesn't matter. What matters is that I start rehearsing Whitney's version of "The Star-Spangled Banner" immediately. It is the Mount Everest of anthems." Rachel grins at us.

The bell rings. I let out a sigh and take my bag then walk out from the choir room. None is mourning as myself now. I mean I haven't find about my audition goes.

"Hey how it was?" Blaine stops my way and asked me.

"I haven't heard from them until now." I sigh and shake my head. "I guess my Michael Jackson's medley and Journey's Medley totally ruined." I simply said and open my locker.

"So you auditioned with both piano and violin?" Blaine asks me.

"Yes. My life is over and guess what? They only pick about twenty students and those twenty students will automatically can get into arts university they wanted to like Juilliard, NYU even the one that in London. I'm screwed." I sigh and open my locker.

"You're not screwed. I'm sure they keep the best one for the last one." Blaine smiles at me.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Kurt walks to us.

"Uh nothing, she just asked about fixing the pedal on the piano." Blaine says to me.

"Yeah." I smile at Kurt.

"I'll see you around." Blaine smiles at me and walks away.

I sigh and turn my face to my locker. "Hey, follow me." Dad says to me and walks away.

I frown and shut my locker then make a little run to him until he enter his office and turn on the computer on his desk.

"Dad?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I just found out that the email letter got into the spam not the inbox that's why we didn't received the notification." Dad says to me and look at to the computer. "And..."

"What does the email said?" I frown at him.

"Oh my God! You got it!" Dad says happily and hugs me.

I shocked and raise my eyebrows. "Are you sure?" I ask dad.

"Yes, the letter said that. Sweetie, you got it!" Dad smiles at me and hugs me.

I smile and hug him back. Finally my dream will be come true. I will be stay in New York for a week to rehearsal and the concert.

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I frown and turn my face as Sam is sitting down in front of my desk and busy with playing games on my computer. I walk to him and unplug the controller off of the computer.

"No! No! I lose!" Sam groans and turn his face at me as I laugh. "You..."

I laugh and jump to my bed. Sam pulls my hand and makes me fall to the bed until he gets on top of me and tickles me.

"Please stop!" I laugh and try to hold his hand.

"You know that I have to give Puck ten bucks tomorrow!" Sam says to me.

"Okay I'm sorry but you were busy with playing games and didn't give me attention." I said to him.

"So you want my attention huh?" Sam smirks at me.

"Okay not dirty attention." I laugh.

Suddenly I hear my parents start yelling at each other again. I guess living in the same house will never work out. Mom is controlling and dad has temperament.

"Can you close the door please?" I ask Sam.

"Sure." Sam nods and closes the door.

I sit up and sit down on my bed with my back against the wall and hugging my legs. "Sometimes, I wish that I could graduate earlier." I half smiled.

"Hey, come here." Sam pulls my body and hugs me.

I hug him and hide my head on his chest so I could cover my ears. I still could hear them yelling at one another. I pull Sam's body closer to me so I hope that I could cover my ears and not hearing them.

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I'm just sitting down on chair in choir room with Sam is sitting down next to me. My mind is wandering. I don't know where the hell I'm actually now. This is all suck. I don't want to get depressed again.

I just found out that this morning when I woke up and going to have breakfast, my mom left. She took all her clothes and only leave me a letter saying she will send me a flight tickets to Miami next week. This is bad. My nightmare start all over again.

Suddenly a music begin. I don't really get what these people were talking about. All I know now is Joe is standing on the front with Quinn wheeling over him and they both start singing.

Joe:

A few stolen moments is all that we share

You've got your family, and they need you there

Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list

Joe and Quinn:

But no other man's gonna do

So I'm saving all my love for you

Quinn:

It's not very easy, 

Joe and Quinn:

living all alone

Quinn:

My friends try to tell me, 

Joe and Quinn:

Find a man of your own

Quinn:

But each time I try, I just break down and cry

Joe and Quinn:

'Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue

So I'm saving all my love for you

Joe:

You used to tell me we'd run away together

Love gives you the right to be free

Joe and Quinn:

You said, "Be patient, just wait a little longer"

But that's just an old fantasy

I've got to get ready, just a few minutes more

Gonna get that old feeling when you walk through that door

'Cause tonight is the night, for feeling alright

We'll be making love the whole night through

So I'm saving all my love

Yes I'm saving all my love

Yes I'm saving all my love for you

Quinn:

No other woman

Joe:

Is gonna love you more

Joe and Quinn:

'Cause tonight is the night, that I'm feeling alright

We'll be making love the whole night through

So I'm saving all my love

Yeah, I'm saving all my lovin'

Yes, I'm saving all my love for you

For You 

For You

For You

We are applauding for them. Suddenly Sam stands up from his seat and raise his hand. "Ugh Mr. Schue, Paris and I also working on a song together." Sam says to dad.

I frown at him. "No, we didn't." I shake my head.

"Yes, the song that we practice last night." Sam frowns at me.

"I don't remember." I shake my head and get up. "I'm sorry, I just want to be alone right now." I said to them and walk away.

"Paris..." Dad called me.

I keep walking and walk out from the choir room. I don't know where I'm going to now. I'm lost. I know things will be different and better but I was wrong.

*Sam's POV*

"Paris..." Mr. Schue called her and walk out from the choir room.

"Can that girl stay in choir room for a day without having depression?" Santana simply asks.

"And you wonder why your mouth need to shut up?" I turn my face at Santana.

"Oh Trouty get heat up now?" Santana raises her eyebrows at me.

"You don't know what happened to her so just shut your mouth." I frown at her.

"Oh I guess that must be your fault." Santana simply said.

"Mr. Schue and his ex wife had a huge fight last night. Ever since they went back from a weekend away in New York, everything was getting rough. Until this morning, her mom left the house without saying goodbye just left a letter saying that she will send Paris a flight tickets to Miami which mean that she went back to Miami. Paris just read that letter and standing frozen. She didn't cry and you know when someone can cry anymore it means that she is really hurting. She doesn't say a word ever since. Look, I know for some of you this is overreacting. What she did was overreacting but imagine being the only child from a divorce parents." I half smiled at them.

"I know how that feels. I'm still even can't get through of my mom's dying." Kurt nods.

"So we should pity for her? That's her parents fault not us." Santana frowns.

"No. Maybe what can we do be good supporters. At least that's good thing we can do for these past few weeks until we all graduation." Mercedes says to us.

"Yeah Mercedes is right." I half smiled.

*Paris's POV*

I'm sitting down on the bleachers in the field and watching those football guys practicing for the big game. I know I shouldn't be here. I should go back to the choir room and continue having glee club but I'm selfish and I don't know what I did.

Suddenly someone cover up my shoulder with a suit. I turn my face and dad sits down next to me then hand me another slice of tuna sandwich.

"I didn't know you like watching football when you usually busy with your sketch book when I watched that." Dad says to me.

I'm just being quiet. I can't cry anymore. I lost my appetite. I don't know what I'm thinking about. This is suck.

"I know you didn't say a word to me since this morning and I'm sorry." Dad sighs.

"Why dad?" I turn my face at him.

"Your mom is not that sixteen years old girl that I fell in love with. We both are completely two different persons now. I know we tried to work things out but you know the end. Nobody's want a divorce. You don't go to the marriage if you get divorced. Nobody knows that this is will happen." Dad half smiled at me.

"I'm sorry, dad." I look at him.

"Sorry for what? This is not even your fault. These all my fault and your mom's fault. Not yours. I'm really sorry that I put you in between us but I'm sad seeing you being sad like this." Dad rubs my hair.

I half smiled and lean my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry dad. I could have been supportive. I should be understand that you and mom are probably not going to happen anyway. It's like forcing you into a bad relationship." I said to him.

"It wasn't a bad relationship. It was actually the best because from that relationship we got you. Believe it or not, you weren't planned." Dad chuckles.

"So I was like a nightmare or mistake?" I chuckle.

"Neither. You are the best thing that happened to me. At first I was scared. And the doctor read the sonogram at first that was a boy. But for the second time, he said it was a girl until you were born and a beautiful angel was born." Dad smiles at me. "Look, I probably can't be the best dad for you but I will do my best to be one for you. And not just your dad, I can be a mother for you when your mom's not around." Dad rubs my hair.

"So you're okay with having a baby girl?" I chuckle.

"Well you're my little angel and of course I'm okay." Dad smiles at me. "Look at this." Dad take his phone out of his pocket and show me a picture of me as an angel for my first Christmas nativity as his home screen picture. "I uploaded this picture on my i********: this morning and it already hit more than 1000 likes." Dad laughs.

"You're so famous in Instagram." I laugh.

"Hey what do you say if we go shopping after this? Go to Lima Mall and you can buy anything you want?" Dad smiles at me.

"Yes!" I laugh.

"Good, come on. It's cold here." Dad gets up and walks lead me.

I smile and hold the sandwiches then walk behind him. I guess from now on, I'm just going to accept the truth.