The Outside {open to ND members}

[HAILEY BLAZE]

Hailey wandered towards her locker on her third day at William McKinley High. The first two days hadn't been too bad. She had managed to not get lost, which was a bonus, and the classes hadn't been too bad. It seemed to be the same, or mostly the same in each American high school. The teachers had been nice enough so far, and some of them were rather helpful if she didn't understand something. Though if that was the case, she would normally wait till the end of class and ask a question or two before her next class.

Seeing that she had a free period, she wondered if there was anyone in the choir room. She had heard about the glee club, New Directions, and despite her not wanting to sing in front of people she didn't know, Hailey decided to just make a fresh start with that little weakness, and just go for it. What do I have to lose, she thought to herself, as she hugged her purple folder and pencil case. The notice on the bulletin board stated that they had positions left, and knew that today was the day to audition.

Wandering to where she remembered where the room was, she slowly walked inside, and saw a couple of members there. She wasn't sure of who they were, as really she had been keeping to herself a lot. Looking around, she gave a shy wave, and a small smile. "Hey. My name's Hailey. Hailey Blaze. I saw that you were after new members. I, um, would like to audition." Slowly putting her folder, pencil case and bag on a spare chair, she stood near the piano.

Looking around, she swallowed silently, "I'll be singing These Four Walls by Miley Cyrus." Clearing her throat just a little, the music began to play, and she let it wash over her till it was time to open her mouth.

These four walls
They whisper to me
They know a secret
I knew they would not keep
Didn't take long for the room to fill with trust
And these four walls came down around us

Hailey felt the confidence slowly build up inside of her, and then she got into the chorus, finding her voice properly.

It must have been something that send me out of my head
With the words so radical
And not what I meant
Now I wait for a break in the silence 'cause it's all that you left
Just me and these four walls again

Hailey looked at the group in front of her, and hoped that what she was singing was okay, but it was one that she was comfortable singing right now.

It's hard now to let you be
I won't make excuses
I've made my peace
Didn't take long for me to lose the trust
'Cause these four walls were not strong enough

ooooh
It must have been something that send me out of my head
With the words so radical
And not what I meant
Now I wait for a break in the silence 'cause it's all that you left
Just me and these four walls again

Hailey was more than ready to get into the bridge section, feeling the song more.

Yeah, it's difficult
Watching us fade
Knowing it's all my fault
My mistake
Yeah, it's difficult
Letting you down
Knowing it's all my fault
You're not around

It must have been something that send me out of my head
With the words so radical
And not what I meant
Now I wait for a break in the silence 'cause it's all that you left
Just me and these four walls again
Yeah
Ooh
These four walls again


At the last of the lyrics to sing she felt a tear fall down her face. She hadn't really noticed that she was getting a little emotional over the song. Though, really, she could only think of Austin, the boy who she left behind in Las Vegas. Wiping the tear away, Hailey awaited the verdict of what the others thought.

[CHARLIE IRVING]

Charlie had been sat on the top tier of seats in the room, Santana and Brittany on one side of her and Kurt on the other. Charlie had recently found out from Ms. Sylvester that he wouldn’t actually be captaining the Cheerios solo and that he would have a co-captain in Santana. He couldn’t complain too much, the bitchy closet case was hilarious and a force to be reckoned with, but he preferred to think of her as a deputy rather than an equal in terms of their position within the squad.

Still, the prospect of an evil alliance with one of Satan’s representatives on Earth had lots of benefits for Charlie’s social hold over the school. His Cheerio uniform protected him from any homophobic attack and the girls all would blithely follow him along, but with Santana by his side he could make sure the male population not only begrudgingly followed the social rules, but would willing leap into battle for him, albeit through Santana’s command. The two were already quickly becoming friends but he would have to propose this coup of the school during the next New Directions or Cheerios sleepover. On the other hand (or side, however you’d like to think of it) was Kurt.
He and Charlie were becoming great friends and Charlie had nothing but admiration for Kurt’s bravery in the face of daily life at McKinley. Charlie Irving, the boy who hid behind the mask and uniform of Charlie, Head Bitch of the Cheerios, would cower beneath the covers of his bed if he had to come to this awful place each day without the protection of his red, white and black colours.

While Charlie was contemplating this and idly braiding Brittany’s hair, the blonde Cheerio currently being laid across his and Santana’s laps, a pretty girl with blonde curls came into the room. Another audition so soon? New Directions were certainly growing from the ragtag little force they were originally into an actual real show choir! The girl said she was singing These Four Walls by Miley Cyrus, a secret guilty pleasure of Charlie’s, so the boy’s attention quickly focused on her. Her voice was good, that much could be assured. Still, Charlie being the kind of bitch that he was, he couldn’t help but think the five main powerhouses of the group, himself, Santana, Mercedes, Kurt and Berry could trounce her in a diva off. A compliment, however, was that she was well within the ranges of girls like Tina, Brittany and Quinn, all who had beautifully unique voices.

While she was singing, he noticed Mercedes down on the front row whispering to Artie about how good the girl’s voice was. Sam seemed to appreciate the country twang to her voice as well, from what Charlie could see. A duet between those two could be pretty nice, if Kurt allowed it, that is. When she finished the song, Charlie watched Mercedes and a few others stand up to applaud her. He joined in the applause, but remained seated with Santana.

“Nice job!” he added to the other random sounds of congratulations from around the room.