Rachel Berry (
somethingspecial) wrote2011-07-24 01:20 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event: power failure,
- a teensy bit selfish,
- barbra streisand is my idol,
- caution: emotions run high,
- damn soulless automatons,
- he had me at hello,
- i don't own emotion i rent,
- it's lonely at the top,
- jesse: not a soulless automaton,
- let's sing about our feelings,
- missing the people who leave us,
- my heart is too big for this,
- oh my man i love him so,
- the diva has lost her voice,
- there is no song for this one,
- this place is fucked up,
- total ecplise of the heart
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[There is a tinkling of piano -- a few stray notes -- a few casual scales -- before Rachel tries to sing softly to herself. It's obvious that she's crying. Her breath keeps hitching as she tries to hold back sobs, but Rachel, being Rachel, tries anyway.
The opening chords should be pretty familiar to anyonewho has any taste in theatre who knows Rachel.]
Oh, my man I love him so -- he'll never know... all my life is just despair, but I don't care...when he takes me in his arms, the world is bright... alright...
[Her breath hitches and Rachel abruptly stops singing, drawing in a shaky breath, before she tries to continue -- but it just ends in another sob and the feed shuts off abruptly.
There is, however, a text sent afterwards.]
Jesse went home.
The opening chords should be pretty familiar to anyone
Oh, my man I love him so -- he'll never know... all my life is just despair, but I don't care...when he takes me in his arms, the world is bright... alright...
[Her breath hitches and Rachel abruptly stops singing, drawing in a shaky breath, before she tries to continue -- but it just ends in another sob and the feed shuts off abruptly.
There is, however, a text sent afterwards.]
Jesse went home.
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[If there was ever a time she wished her Grace back, it would be now. At least then she could intrude on the girl and offer comfort- because Angels intrude and that's always a good thing. ... Right?]
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But Rachel is struggling to catch her breath. When she cries, she cries. She's not really the sort of person to hold that kind of stuff in.
Which is why Rachel suddenly becomes angry.]
It isn't fair!
[There's a hiccup and the ugly sound of mashed piano keys as Rachel tries to get a grip on herself.]
Why did they both have to go home and leave me here, I would never do that to them!
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I don't think anyone chooses when to leave. [And more than ever, she wishes she still had the power to do what she liked. She could send Rachel home with her friends, her family. But she can't.]
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I'll come over if you want to be with someone.
[She lost someone, too, recently; she knows how Rachel must be feeling.]
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I'm sorry to hear that.
-=Yep. Happiness only happens fleetingly.=-
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[Even the very, very, very start. Rachel isn't stupid. But that doesn't make the pain any less.]
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-=Not one to coddle people.=-
As long as you move on, it won't be such a bad thing.
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I'm sorry, Rachel. I know you liked him a lot.
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[They're both dealing with the pain of losing the one you love. They can help each other through this.]
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... I suppose.
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