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[Rachel is lying on her stomach, on her bed, watching the early morning sun through her window. She doesn't look happy, but she doesn't look unhappy either -- more or less content as she looks towards her wall, where she has hung a makeshift calendar.
The date 'December 18th' is circled, a gold star drawn directly in the center of the date. She pushes herself up onto her elbows to stare at it for a moment before pursing her lips in thought, placing her chin in her palms.
The diva seems lost in thought. The feed times out shortly after.
Shortly after the feed, a text is sent.]
[To Kurt // Fail!Filtered]
I think we should begin our auditions for New Directions 2.0 after Christmas.
The date 'December 18th' is circled, a gold star drawn directly in the center of the date. She pushes herself up onto her elbows to stare at it for a moment before pursing her lips in thought, placing her chin in her palms.
The diva seems lost in thought. The feed times out shortly after.
Shortly after the feed, a text is sent.]
[To Kurt // Fail!Filtered]
I think we should begin our auditions for New Directions 2.0 after Christmas.
