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somethingspecial) wrote2011-10-17 07:45 pm
somethingspecial) wrote2011-10-17 07:45 pm
Entry tags:
- a teensy bit selfish,
- anna: my guardian angel,
- caution: diva at work,
- caution: emotions run high,
- i don't own emotion i rent,
- it's lonely at the top,
- little mermaid complex,
- missing the people who leave us,
- music is the universal language,
- my heart is too big for this,
- practice makes perfect,
- the king of pop,
- this place is fucked up,
- total ecplise of the heart
44 [Accidental Video]
[She's died. She's terrified of wandering Adstringendum alone and can't work up the nerve to go to her theatre after what happened there. She has yet to figure out what her death price is. Anna is gone from Adstringendum. And Rachel, who spends every waking moment of her time singing whenever things gets too much, isn't allowed to sing.
Luckily, she can dance. Which is exactly what she is doing, when the feed clicks on -- Rachel is at the dojo, in a corner of it, dressed in exercise clothing, sweating profusely as the music to one of the only working casettes she has working blasts out of the old boombox she has rigged into working. The choreography Rachel is using is directly from the original video and she is putting everything she has into replicating one of the most famous pieces of dancing in the history of music. After all, this is reportedly the best album of all time -- Rachel should do it justice.
But when she spins, she spins a little too quickly, and her feet catch together and, to her horror, Rachel falls squarely, yelping as she lands on her behind. She's still for a moment -- and the Van Halen solo kicks in -- and suddenly, Rachel darts to her feet and moves to a cloth dummy in the corner, and she begins punching it. As hard as she can, repeatedly, and she nearly knocks it over in her rush to pulverize the living hell out of the sparring dummy, perfectly in time to the bass of Michael Jackson's hit, before she punches it one last final time to send it to the floor with a dusty crash and a cough. But that isn't enough -- she kicks it hard enough to send it rolling into the wall, which shakes the PCD into shutting off.]
Luckily, she can dance. Which is exactly what she is doing, when the feed clicks on -- Rachel is at the dojo, in a corner of it, dressed in exercise clothing, sweating profusely as the music to one of the only working casettes she has working blasts out of the old boombox she has rigged into working. The choreography Rachel is using is directly from the original video and she is putting everything she has into replicating one of the most famous pieces of dancing in the history of music. After all, this is reportedly the best album of all time -- Rachel should do it justice.
But when she spins, she spins a little too quickly, and her feet catch together and, to her horror, Rachel falls squarely, yelping as she lands on her behind. She's still for a moment -- and the Van Halen solo kicks in -- and suddenly, Rachel darts to her feet and moves to a cloth dummy in the corner, and she begins punching it. As hard as she can, repeatedly, and she nearly knocks it over in her rush to pulverize the living hell out of the sparring dummy, perfectly in time to the bass of Michael Jackson's hit, before she punches it one last final time to send it to the floor with a dusty crash and a cough. But that isn't enough -- she kicks it hard enough to send it rolling into the wall, which shakes the PCD into shutting off.]
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[Wonderfully dull, compared to Adstringendum. And Rachel misses it, with a huge weight in her chest, every single day. She misses going to school, and her classes, and the choir room, and the auditorium, and the joy she feels every time she uses her free study period to go talk to Mister Schuester about set lists that are so wonderfully out of this world that even she knows they'll never be able to manage it in time, but he listens anyway. She misses walking down the halls with Finn and encouraging him to eat more vegetables and listening to Kurt talk to her for hours on end about how Dalton Academy needs to change up their uniform on their coffee dates and the weekly Glee club dinners at Breadsticks. Even if they are with Santana, who complains the entire time about how Rachel's nose takes up half of the table.
Family. Friends. She wants them to be near her so badly but they can't be. Not here.]
lkjsdhg sorry for this failure of a tag
It would almost certainly allow Lucifer access.
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[Rachel Berry: Ignores logic in favor of what she wants to see.]
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He is trapped here.
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