somethingspecial: (♪ Here I am.)
[Rachel is in the kitchen, chopping up apples to put them into a pie. She has a look of great concentration on her face as she tips the apples and cinnamon and nutmeg into the pie crust, which is already at her right. When she's done filling the pie, she gently rolls out the upper crust, before Rachel does something she hasn't done since her death -- sing. It's soft, gentle, and entirely absent, but it's there.]

It's been a long time since I came around... been a long time, but I'm back in town -- and this time I'm not leaving without you...

[Her fingers pause, in pinching the crust closed, and one hand immediately flies to her throat, startled -- before she sings a little bit louder. It's hesitant, and a little out of practice, and Rachel doesn't sing to her true strength, but it's still on key.]

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh, I'd give anything again to be your babydoll...this time I'm not leaving without you...

[Her fingers move away from her throat to continue making the pie crust, but she keeps singing to herself, quietly, but with the tiniest smile on her lips. By the time she' s finished with the song, the pie is finished, and she turns neatly to slide the pie into the oven. When she's done with that, Rachel turns again, to grab at her PCD, unaware that it's recording.]

[Filtered to the Glee kids // Private // Unhackable] )

[Filtered to Hanna Marin // Private // Unhackable] )
[The video cuts on in the middle of Rachel brushing out her hair, watching herself in her mirror. There's a large macaw in the corner, which is the only sign of the event being in her room.

She doesn't seem focused on the PCD -- or the parrot -- but instead on her image in the mirror. Rachel sighs -- the humidity is causing her hair to be curlier and poofier than it normally is and the amount of moisture certainly isn't doing anything for her skin. A tug or two through and the brush makes it through her hair, but the girl looks less than satisfied.

Until Rachel cocks her head to the left and curls her fingers around the handle of her brush and begins to sing to herself, softly, at first, but the more she sings, the louder and more passionate it becomes:]


My mama told me when I was young, we're all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on, in the glass of her boudoir --

[A neat spin and Rachel is full out singing into her mirror -- and seems to be doing a dance, along with her song -- and it appears perfectly choreographed.]

There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are, she said, 'cause he made you perfect, babe, -- so hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far -- listen to me when I say -- !

[The brush is long since forgotten on the dresser, by this point, as she continues her dance.]

I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way -- don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way --

[The PCD times out soon after -- the network has apparently had enough diva for the time being.]
somethingspecial: (♪ Can't read my poker face.)
[There's the sound of a piano playing, strong and well played, as if the person playing the piano has played this number over and over. The piano plays for a minute or two until Rachel sings softly to herself.]

I... wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas please...

[And a well practiced pause ~]

Fold 'em, let 'em hit 'em, baby, raise it, baby, stay with me... love the game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start...and after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his... heart...

[And the piano playing ceases as Rachel stops singing, her voice trailing off as her breath hitches. The recording stops shortly after that.]

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