Glee Club~

"Mambo? Salsa? Well, I don't know much about those types of dancing, but I can do K-pop dances!" Yong grinned at Mr. Machado, and turned to Alfred. “Huh? You want me to do a Girls’ Generation dance? Okay, then! I’ll do… Oh!” Pressing more buttons on his MP3, Yong pulled the headphones off from around his neck and handing them to Roderich. “Could you press play when I’m ready?"

Jeone aldeon naega anya BRAND NEW SOUND

The second the music played, Im Yong Soo turned into a totally different person. It was like he wasn’t even male anymore. He was brilliant at dancing, but he danced like a girl. Maybe he always moves like this, or perhaps it’s just the song he’s dancing to. He was singing the words under his breath, moving perfectly in time with the upbeat music. Occasionally Yong would wink playfully at his peers; he appeared to be very confident.

When the song finished, Yong looked at the group, face flushed and slightly out of breath. “Well~? How was that?”

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7SYWFeaSqc This is what he was dancing, by the way. :'D Oh~ Oh~ Oh~!

"Ah,they are dances from Cuba, where I am from. I'd be glad to teach you a few moves." he started to say as the boy offered Roderich the mp3 player. "K-pop?"


The music started. A girls song? The teacher wasn't sure was to make of this. He watched trying to understand what was going on. His moves were so feminine,so lithe and flirty. It made Carlos a little uneasy, but the one thing that saved him was the confidence he had in his moves. There was hope yet.

"Of course." Roderich pressed the play button the the mp3 and placed the headphones on the piano so it wouldn't blast into his ears.

When Yong started moving, Roderich almost had to take a step back. He knew the band was called Girl's Generation, but wow, were the moves feminine. In fact, it seemed to him that most of the moves consisted of hand movements and showing off your legs and hips as much as possible. He knew that some dances were quite flashy, but had they gotten that bad? After all, the moves seemed like they'd never look good if they didn't wear jeans or shorts so the clothes must show off a lot too. He hoped this club didn't do dances entirely like that. Especially since all of them were guys.

"I'm sorry? Oh, you performed really well. The dance itself is strange to me though."

Alfred grinned brightly as he watched Yong dance along to the Korean song. He was good, damn good, it was a girly dance but he was still good. A little voice in the back of his head told him that he wanted to learn that exact dance. That was smooshed by the huge ass voice that screamed "IT'S FRICKEN GAY YOU TWIT! YOU DO NOT WANNA LEARN IT!" As per usual that voice easily won over. He guessed he'd have to learn a more manly dance. He leaned on the piano as he gave the man a little applaud. "You were great Yong~! You tottally nailed that dance~! If you were a chick you could tottally be in their group~!"

He smiled brightly at the other and walked over, giving him a pat on the back. He'd be a valuable member of this club.

Yong surveyed the others reactions carefully. Roderich and Mr Machado seemed put off by how suggestive the dance was, but Alfred seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck at the praise he was given. “If you want, I could do something that isn’t so girly?" Yong suggested, "Heh~ Thanks~! If I was a girl? Hm? But, Alfred, then you wouldn’t like it~!” Yong winked at Alfred and head towards the piano to pick up his MP3.

“So, what do we do now~?” The Korean asked, cocking his head to the side.

"I think its a good first effort. You do have talent. I'd like to see what other styles you can dance to. Also, I'd like to see how your vocal talent fares." he explained. He inwardly sighed. This would be a challenge. He had the makings of a good group, he just needed to focus them, get them united.

He perked up at the Korean boy's question. "I was hoping we could decide on a name for our group and think of a way to attract more members to the club."

So the next thing is to work on a name and how to recruit new members? He wasn't sure about the name, but he did have an idea for recruiting. As far as he could see, all the members here had talent, and that included a singer, a dancer, and a pianist. "Sir, how about we try performing? Maybe at lunch? We could choose a song, I could use a synthesizer to play multiple parts if I need to, and put it together to play for the next event at school."

At the comment and wink made by Yong he twitched violently, balling his hands into fists. After that everything else that was said went unheard. Gay...the Korean boy had DARED to make a remark about his sexuality! No one did that and got away with it...NO ONE! He threw his drink bottle straight to the ground with a loud thunk and stormed over to the other, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him up against the wall. Alfred looked him right in the eye, glaring at him coldly.

"You...don't you DARE question my sexuality! Make another remark like that and I'll smash your face in!" He then shook the boy hard, for good measure and to make sure the message sunk in, which was, if you ever make a comment or a joke about him being gay, you'll end up highly regretting it.

When Alfred had pushed Yong against the wall, he couldn’t help but laugh. He was so far in the closet! Did he even realise it? Either way, he was very much in denial. He stared right back at the American boy, still giggling to himself. Yong sighed and pouted at Alfred, eyes wide and not breaking his gaze. He figured he’d apologize now, to keep the American happy. Not that meant he wouldn’t tease him again later. He was just too fun not to tease!

“Aww~ I’m sorry, Alfred~! I’m sure you’re not gay, perfectly straight!” Yong couldn’t help but to laugh again when Alfred shook him, Americans were just so funny! This was gonna be fun!

"Hey!" Carlos exclaimed forcefully. "I will not have this happening in this club! Alfred, calm down. Yong Soo, stop antagonizing him. You two are members of this club and I will not have the founding members fighting."

He pulled the American off the Korean authoritatively and forced them into chairs. "Now if you have energy to scuffle you have energy to think of ways to attract new members."

Roderich was surprised by Alfred and Yong. He knew that the two of them were more casual about things then him, but to cause such a mess in the middle of a club rehearsal? Even if it was the first one, they should at least think about first impressions on others.

Yet as much as he found these kinds of things common sense, many people he knew refused to behave properly. He swore to himself that one day, he would let such people know his opinion on their behavior and convince them to stop acting that way through an argument or something. He would've told them then, but Mr. Machado seemed to have handled it already.

In the meantime, Roderich just sat back down on the piano bench and waited for everything to quiet down.

Alfred hmp'd as he was pulled back into a chair by the head of the club, muttering something under his breath as he did. He knew Yong didn't mean it, he knew what the boy truely thought of him and he knew, deep, deep, deeeeeep down inside...that he was right. He wasn't stupid, he did KNOW that he was gay, even if he didn't like to acknowledge it at all and tended to pretend that he was %100 percent straight. He had his reasons for hating being gay, good ones too, though they were reasons felt better not thinking about.

He looked up at Mr. Machado and sighed, rubbing his temples to calm himself. "Sorry Mr. Machado...I won't do it again..." After he'd cleared his thoughts he smiled brightly, bouncing a little in his seat in excitement. "What Roddy said before, about a performance, that'd be awesome! I'm sure it'd attract heaps of new members~!"

Yong was still giggling to himself as he was forced into a chair by the teacher, he absolutely loved teasing Alfred! He was often told he'd come to really regretting it one day, but he hadn't been hurt (badly) yet, so he'll keep doing it! Yong knew he was right about Alfred, no one can be that homophobic and NOT be gay! Although he did wonder sometimes why the American just can't come to terms with it... Maybe he'll have to ask him one day... If he can ask in a way that won't get him killed, that is...

"Sorry, sir! I promise it won't happen again!" Yong grinned and got to his feet, bouncing on his toes, even more excited than Alfred was. "A performance! Can we do a performance?!" He stopped bouncing, as a thought came into his head. "But... What would we do?" Really. What would they do? They had a trumpet player, a pianist, a singer who sung like a girl, and a dancer who danced like a girl. What could they possibly do that would look any good at all? This is gonna be hard work...

"Good, now that that nonsense is over with we can get to discussing this performance. I think it would be a good idea. We need to find a song,choreograph a dance, and find a time and place for this said performance."

This did worry him. Though they were all males, the tone of the club was very feminine. It was not an ideal situation. Certainly not one he imagined would ever happen to him. Best to make the best of it.

What they said were true. They did have quite an interesting combination of members. How do work with this. Roderich turned from his seat to face his fellow members. "Yong.. do you know a dance that has a single singer? Or just one that doesn't have as many singers as that last one. You don't have to worry about the parts in the backround, I can work with those."

There a lot of different ways to go about this, so its time to start thinking. They could do this, they just needed a plan to go by.

Alfred thought hard, thinking about the performance. There was something wrong with them performing, that was, they were such a GIRLY group, besides everyone being male. Would...would he get teased for his singing? Would more people go about, calling him gay? That scared him really. He COULDN'T have more people doing that, that would make school unbearable for him. He bit his bottom lip, chewing away at it. He was, kinda freaked right now.

"Right now let us brain storm. We don't have to have a concrete idea right now. Just something we can work on, something to get our juices flowing." the new club's director explained doing his best to get the students on track.

He was so hoping this would go well. 'Please let this work.'

Yong tried to brain storm like the professor told him to, he really did. But every idea he thought of was either impossible, or just plain stupid! He opened his mouth every few seconds to say something, before closing it again not a second later.

"Oh! How about we... Oh... Never mind." He sighed as he rested his head on the table, very clearly out of ideas. Yong just hoped Alfred or Roderich had any ideas, because he just couldn't think!

The musician looked at his fellow club members and sighed. Yong obviously couldn't think of anything, Alfred was busy freaking out about something, and the instructor was trying to get everyone to concentrate without much result. Roderich walked into the middle of the chaos and got everyone's attention. "Everyone, how about we do something like this..."

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Roderich sat on his piano bench, a sight he's most often found in, and looked around. Everything seemed to be ready. Instead of having a piano in front of him, he had an electric keyboard -the official term was synthesizer, so he just called it the synth- , Alfred was standing in front of a mic stand as was Yong, and Mr. Machado found himself stuck a synth similar to his student's. In just a few moments, the bell would ring for fifth period and the school body was going to crowd into the gymnasium for the fine arts assembly. Then the Glee club would perform and introduce any and all potentials in the gym to their club.

Roderich wasn't so much nervous of his own abilities to perform in a crowd as he was concerned of the other members possibly choking with the time came. At the very least the road to the gym wasn't exactly easy. Roderich found himself constructing ideas around what each member thought they could and couldn't do. Once everyone was organized and thinking properly, Mr. Machado was finally able to throw in some ideas and soon they had a song and a performance to go with it. Then the club members had to find a spot in assemblies to perform, one that would actually fit in with the assembly, and went with the Fine Arts assembly.

There's a lot of personal time taken out of everyone's schedule for practicing their parts. Alfred was the singer naturally, Yong ended up being a back-up singer for the beginning, Roderich would use the synth to play the many background parts of the song and soon realized he needed his instructor to fill in some of the parts he couldn't fit in on another synth. In one part of the song, Yong and Alfred stopped singing to dance while the keyboardists played instrumental solos, so Alfred was taught how to dance ,somewhat well at least, by Yong.

Roderich turned to his fellow musicians and nodded assurance. They worked hard and long hours on this. They would be fine.

Alfred stood there, perfectly still, clutching to the mic stand as though it was his life line. He was shaking terribly and all the colour had drained from his face. People...there was so many PEOPLE! He’d never ever been in front of so many people before. He’d been in a crowd that big of course, he had attended school assemblies whenever they were on but he’d never been out at the front. Like he was now, with so many eyes on him. The entire school was staring at them intently, waiting for them to perform for them and it was so terrifying! God, what on earth had possessed him to join this club in the first place? Ah right, his love of singing and music. Still, he should have known that they would have to perform.

Alfred wanted nothing more right now than to run off the stage and hide himself somewhere quiet and unpopulated. Maybe on the school roof. Anywhere but here would be good. Away from all these students, who he just knew would laugh at him, who would tease him horribly for the rest of his school life. He couldn’t stand that, he just couldn’t. They would all point at him, laugh and call him names, all relating to him being gay. Then he would have no friends...maybe the students would throw rocks at him, his last group of friends, who he’d adored so much had instantly turned on him. The moment they found out he was gay they stopped being his friends and hated him with a fiery passion. The next day they had approached him, cornering the young American outside on the football field, before pelting him with rocks, yelling hurtful words at him and wishes for him to just die, that no one loved or wanted his kind around there. He’d pulled himself out of that school the very next day, enrolling himself here the very next year. He had been 13 when that had happened. He still remembered the look of disgust on their faces the last time they had saw him and the amusement that shone on his own father’s face the night after he had been hurt. The man probably though he deserved it.

Even though every fibre of his being wanted to dash out of this building right now he firmly stayed put, not moving a single inch. It wouldn’t be fair on the club if he left right now; they’d all worked so hard to bring this performance together. So, as to not let them down, he decided to sing. He saw Roddy nod and he nodded back shakily, gripping the mic stand tighter. He could do this. And if he was ridiculed and hated after this, he could always switch schools again. It wasn’t like Alfred had any reason to stay here anyway.

Weeks of planning went into this. It all seemed so silly. All that energy and effort just for a few minutes. But during these weeks he had seen the boys grow and mature into a group he could be proud of. It made him think of his own school days and the jazz band he joined. All the practice, laughter and fighting made for a wonderful experience. A time he would never forget.

He was sure this would be among one of those times. He adjusted his synth and smiled at his students, silently giving them his own vote of confidence. The song was great, the timing was nearly perfect, and the audience, though not ideal would really enjoy this.

Staring down at the crowd in front of him, Yong couldn't say he felt nervous at all. He was pretty confident in what he was doing, he knew he was good. He wasn't being full of himself, it was just fact. Just because people were watching, didn't mean it would throw him off. Looking around at the other members, most of them seemed alright, other than Alfred. Yong gave the other a reassuring smile, he shouldn't look so worried! He was so talented~!

They had all worked so hard for this, Yong was sure it'll all be great!

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Apologies for short post. D: /dies

The school auditorium filled with pop songs on speakers as students poured in from the double-doors, eager to watch something that was sure to be more interesting than their classes. The Glee group was unfortunately placed between two speakers, and Roderich was having a very hard time of it, and ended up spending most of the time plugging his ears. Mental note: buy earplugs.

Finally, when all the students had settled down, the student council president signaled for quiet and began to announce the school clubs related to the fine arts. The cheerleaders and the dance group performed. After them it would be their turn. Then the choir and the theater to wrap it up with a preview of their next show.

The cheerleaders and the dance group both had a sexy girl theme to it. Not very surprising with both groups surmising of all girls. Unfortunately one of his club members looked like he was about to run for his life and hide in a hole with light-hearted rabbits, and Yong looked like he was the most confident person there ever was. As the time to their turn grew closer, Roderich knew Alfred's nerves would get jumpier. Roderich on the other hand, cringed every time the music played a loud boom that rang through his skull.

Please let this ridiculous music end quickly before my eardrums break.

"And now, a new club here at our school: The Glee Club!" What already? Roderich sat up straight and held a straight face perfect for the eyes of all of those watching him. He started his music, and the Glee Club performed for the first time for their school. Roderich liked how the performance went. He got all his parts right, as did his instructor. Yong was full of energy the entire way through, and after awhile, Alfred, started to relax too. There were a few mistakes here and there, but that's expected of any performance, nothing can be perfect. Especially with Alfred so nervous, and Yong being so excited.

They finished, and the crowd applauded for them. The musician loved this part of the performance. It made it worth it, and it tells him how everyone thought he did. The crowd was already riled from the dance groups performance, which only increased their excitement from hearing their performance. They obviously liked it. Now hopefully he could convince some people to join their group easier. But most importantly he hoped that the choir and the theater didn't use loud pop music in their performances.

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LONG MESSAGE IS LONG

Alfred watched as all the students poured into the room, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing as they entered, looking about at his fellow club members for some reassurance. Roderich looked as ready as ever, as though he was born to be stage, which he probably was. That man was born to play piano, hell; he was surprised that he wasn’t famous for it or something, touring the world to play at fancy ass concerts for the rich and upper-class people.

Yong just seemed excited and confident, which was typical of the Korean boy. Alfred caught Yong giving him a reassuring smile and found himself smiling back, feeling oddly at peace after that. Somehow, even the smallest smile from him could squash even the scariest of his fears. Suddenly he felt oddly confident. He was a good singer, wasn’t he? Yong had said he was. Roderich had said he was too.

And Mr. Machado had said so as well and he didn’t lie. After all, he wasn’t afraid to insult his lack of skill with the Spanish accent...or just Spanish in general. So if he said he was good then he must be!

"And now, a new club here at our school: The Glee Club!" He took a deep breath as he heard that, opening his eyes to stare out at the crowd. He could do this!

Alfred waited for the music to start, before performing like he had never performed before. When he was done, he had to say, it all went really well! Sure he had been a little nervous at the start and maybe they had all made a few little mistakes, but nothing noticeable to the audience, he hoped. And strangely enough, it had been fun! Really fun!

As the crowd applauded he found himself smiling brightly, unable to contain his happiness. That had gone so well! And no one was booing or staring at him with hate filled eyes. Maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay after all.

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Finally got off my lazy ass and replied =w=

Applause! Applause! Sweet applause. It was more then he could ask for. He grinned broadly and stepped forward. "Thank you!I hope you all enjoyed our performance! We are currently accepting new members, if you like what you hear and want to join please stop by the choir room on Wednesdays at 4!" he explained with a grin. He turned to the group and smiled even brighter then clapped. "Let's give it up to them! Excellent job gentlemen. Muy Bueno!" The audience clapped a bit more and gave their moderate approval

Gesturing them for them to make their way off the stage he chuckled. As they grouped off on the side of the stage he couldn't help but laugh. "You all were fabulouso! Such improvement! I am very proud of you all. I am sure we got a few people interested. Thank you all."