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[The dust motes are hanging in the early morning air as the PCD turns on. It shows a dusty space, with rows of seats, a mottled curtain, and a hanging cinema screen on a rather large stage. On the stage is one Miss Rachel Berry -- wearing, for once, rolled up jeans, sneakers, and a large sweatshirt. Half of her body is behind the cinema screen -- she seems to be messing around with something behind it.]
Come on...I know you can go up, I know you can --
[Suddenly, the screen moves -- and you can hear Rachel's triumphant 'yes' from the PCD's position. A few yanks of a chain later and the screen is rolled up neatly against the ceiling, leaving behind an empty stage.
Rachel dusts off her hands before glancing out towards the seats and, for probably the first time since she's been in Adstringendum, Rachel Berry looks completely and utterly at ease, comfortable, happy, in her element.
She steps forward, until the very tips of her toes are hanging off the stage, and her breath catches in her throat as she stares into the empty seats. For the briefest moment, Rachel looks as if she's somewhere else -- her posture is straighter, her eyes are fixated on a crowd that simply isn't there. She raises a hand, her fingers splayed, towards the ceiling of the theatre --
-- before she drops it to her side, breathless with excitement as she rocks back onto the balls of her feet.]
This is going to be perfect.
Come on...I know you can go up, I know you can --
[Suddenly, the screen moves -- and you can hear Rachel's triumphant 'yes' from the PCD's position. A few yanks of a chain later and the screen is rolled up neatly against the ceiling, leaving behind an empty stage.
Rachel dusts off her hands before glancing out towards the seats and, for probably the first time since she's been in Adstringendum, Rachel Berry looks completely and utterly at ease, comfortable, happy, in her element.
She steps forward, until the very tips of her toes are hanging off the stage, and her breath catches in her throat as she stares into the empty seats. For the briefest moment, Rachel looks as if she's somewhere else -- her posture is straighter, her eyes are fixated on a crowd that simply isn't there. She raises a hand, her fingers splayed, towards the ceiling of the theatre --
-- before she drops it to her side, breathless with excitement as she rocks back onto the balls of her feet.]
This is going to be perfect.
