Glee Club~

Roderich nodded at his instructor as he waited for the assembly to end. The crowd was all riled up and the choir teacher conducted her large class into making music. Of course the choir was notoriously known for making things drag out, so many students ended up whispering things to their friends as they listened. Which naturally, offended Roderich to the highest degree. To him it was the duty of a musician to give other musicians the utmost respect, no matter how bad, while they're performing(and perhaps inform them of mistakes afterwards). He didn't think it should be so impossible to ask it of other people as well.

As time dragged on though, as the choir made sure that it did, the Austrian just took to musing over how his parts went during the performance. He was also steadily ignoring everyone else around him. If there was anyone that actually wanted to talk to them, they'd have to wait.

The theater was finally announced and they showed off they're big premier. Roderich just sat amongst his club members and watched the performance.

Alfred couldn’t stop smiling as the rest of the assembly went along; hardly paying attention to anything that went on around him. He still couldn’t believe he had really done it. Getting out on that stage and singing in front of all of those people, it had been exhilarating! With the adrenaline still running through his veins he felt like he could do that all again, maybe even in front of a bigger crowd than this.

Though he did pay enough attention to hear Mr. Machado congratulate them all, responding to him with a bright and gleeful smile. He really did feel as though he had done well now. No, more than well. He felt like he’d done brilliantly!

It took a lot of effort for Alfred to keep himself still as he went and sat down, as he swung his legs back and forth in an effort to distract himself from his own excitement. He hoped the assembly would end soon, Alfred was really excited to see if they would get any new members or not.

A few days later,Mr. Machado anxiously waited in the choir room. He was still excited from the buzz from the assembly. He was ready to get started, even if he didn't have any new members he was still proud of his students, all of them proved their worth to him. This was the start of something great.

He set up the piano and sheet music, tidying as he went, humming his favorite Louis Armstrong song to himself.

What a wonderful world.....

Eduard had attended the assembly was very much impressed by the Glee Club.He had always liked to sing, though he didn't have much of a venue for this skill of his so it was usually a secret, covered up by his reserve. Nonetheless, he decided that it would be a good thing to join this club, perhaps to get over his fears. Thus, here he was entering the classroom cautiously hearing faintly someone humming a song to himself."Ah h-hello sir," he greeted to who he presumed to be the teacher in charge of the club.

Axelle grinned as she entered the classroom at a breakneck speed. She liked walking fast throughout the hallways. It added a bit of a spring in her step, it wasn’t against any rules, it didn’t waste time. Generally, she was graceful enough to avoid walking into anyone. This time, she even had to admit to herself that she was surprised she hadn’t walked straight into some poor unsuspecting student. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the assembly.

To say that she enjoyed being in the spotlight was an understatement. From the moment she was born, she felt as if she was born to sing and dance. She took voice lessons, dance classes. Most of those had stopped when she entered this school, though, so she had indeed been searching for a way to continue her interests, and plays had never really suited her much. Months of hard work weren’t worth it for two to three performances, but Glee Club was different in that respect. They had several performances, as well as the fact she figured they tried to give everyone a bit of a part so it wouldn’t be four leads and everyone else got four lines. It just seemed better all around.

Not to mention, it didn’t seem as if there were that many people in it. Axelle would never admit that, but she kind of liked it. People… some were divas. She abhorred drama and liked to keep to herself and a close group of friends, most of the time; which was probably another reason why she loved the spot light. When you’re on stage, you don’t have to be yourself. You can be whoever you want. She could be sassy, foxy, her stage personality and she didn’t have to worry about school or family or stress. It was like free therapy. With that said, she took a deep breath and introduced herself to both the teacher and the other boy in the room, “I’m Axelle Bonnefoy. This is Glee Club, right? I’m here to sign up.”

Roderich was sure he'd been in this same closet for hours. It was cramped, dark, and potentially dangerous as well. The worst part about this closet would probably have to be the fact that there was no sense of organization at all. There were random percussion instruments, old incomplete stands, broken equipment, and was that a rat? Oh dear lord.

After the performance at the assembly the club members all put away their equipment in the band room. Once they had left though, someone, he didn’t know who, but someone thought it would be a good idea to clean the band room. Oh, the band room was clean all right, but all of his equipment needed to play the synthesizer was buried under the pile of junk that was also crammed into the closet. But it’s not like all their equipment was thrown in there. The microphones were where they needed to be. But all of the microphone and synth cords were missing, and now he had to go dig it up for their next rehearsal.

Roderich pushed away from the desk that he was looking through. There was a pile of metal keeping him from getting closer, so he was leaning against it in order to look through it. He decided for his next target to be a plastic container under a pile of cracked cymbals. He got as close as the junk around him would let him and tried to lift the cymbals. A grunt left his throat as he put more effort into lifting the pile. “I’m a musician, not an athlete!” The pile lifted and he could see the cords in the container, but the weight of the cymbals forced him to take a step back. His foot landed on a pipe belonging to a timbales stand, and things happened really fast after that.

The pipe rolled, Roderich lost his balance, and the next few seconds found him on the floor half in, half out of the closet with the cymbals on his chest and various other junk littered around him. Through his upside-down vision, the trampled student saw his instructor and two students that he didn’t know standing just to the side of him. Then he also saw his little rat friend in the closet scurry out and away from the dangerous crash noise. Odds were, the band lockers were going to have a new visitor.

Alfred quietly walked towards the music room, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoddie, the hood covering his face. Glee club, the rehearsals for it would be starting soon and he knew he should be hurrying; after all, this was his favourite part of school! And after their big performance they may even pick up some new members. He knew that Mr. Machado really wanted more people, after all.

As he turned the corner, coming up to the door he saw two new faces walk in. One was a young lady with glasses and she seemed rather pretty. The other, a taller guy with glasses as well. Alfred leaned in through the door frame, listening in on what they were saying. The girl’s name seemed to be Axelle and it looked like she wanted to join. The other person, the glasses boy, seemed nervous but he guessed that he wanted to join too.

Briefly, he wondered where Roddy, the only official member besides him, was. He was always on time to their rehearsals; he took Glee Club so seriously! Before he could walk in and ask a great CRASH was heard and half the stuff came tumbling out of the closet, along with Roddy himself.

He stood there in the door way, pulling his hood down, just staring for a moment or two, before dashing into the room and making his way to Roddy’s side, kneeling down beside him and offering a hand. “Are you okay, Roddy? You’re not hurt, are you?” Alfred looked down at him, concerned, before turning to wave at Axelle and the glasses boy, sending them both a sunny smile. “Hello~! I’m Alfred Jones~! Are you two joining the Glee Club~?”

Eduard turned to see the other young man greeting him in addition to someone who appeared to have just come from some kind of crash of some sort. "Ah, hello. I'm Eduard Von Bock and well, at least I hope to join the Glee Club." If he was at all honest with himself, he wasn't quite certain if he'd be good enough or would fit in within the dynamic of the group. He worried a little that his voice while pleasant and a bit distinctive wouldn't go particularly well with others. However he reasoned that at least the latter concern was silly as he had sung as a part of small group when he was much younger and had did just fine, very well actually. Nonetheless, he grinned shyly back at Alfred.

What an eventful few minutes. First a new student came in, he looked like a serious young chap,a little shy but with his club in desperate need of members he wasn't about to discourage them from joining. The second, a fine young lady coming into join. His club would have his first female voice, he could not wait to hear her sing, see her dance. He hoped she was as talented as he looked. The third, the crash involving Roderich. He didn't even know he was in the room! As he was about to attend to the boy when Alfred came into the room. Seeing him,he smiled.

His club was growing. He couldn't wait to see what they could do. As the first boy introduced himself he smiled again. "Eduard, Axelle. Thank you for coming. Let's get Roderich settled and we can see what you both can do."

Eyes made wide, the young brunette jumped at the crash and the boy tumbling out. She guessed he was another member and bit her lip, hoping he was okay. Her eyes shifted and Axelle smiled back at the blonde boy, somewhat forgetting about the boy on the floor, and waved and nodded. Even with all of her confidence, she was a little shy around new people and tended to jumble up her words when she talked. It was her new policy she'd be mute for at least a little while to see if that would help at all. He was cute too, which added a little to the problem. She was thankful when her attention shifted again to the teacher. Her talent, her talent... right. Fussing with her hair nervously, she nodded and took a seat, waiting for the 'auditions' to begin.

One thing was for sure going through the fallen member: Cymbals are heavy. Luckily for him, his fellow member offered some help before the cymbals started to hurt too bad. Roderich let out a sigh and reached towards the offered hand... only to have it miss and fall to the floor. The club member looked up at Alfred, wondering why he had moved his hand, only to see him waving at the two other students with a huge grin in his face.

A lecture concerning why one should not offer help and then get immediately distracted seemed like a plenty good idea, but replacing the immense weight on his chest with oxygen seemed like a better one. So, with that line of thinking in mind, the musician forced his tired arms to exert enough energy to push the cymbals off of him. Having one obstacle cleared, he used his arms again to push himself up, then dragged himself back into the very closet that left him crashed down onto the floor.

Ignoring the greetings and welcomes among the new Glee members, Roderich found his way to the plastic container. There, he angrily grabbed the source of his misfortune, and finally went about setting up his synthesizer. After a few minutes, his task was completed. The Austrian turned to face the two students, and curtly greeted them for the first time.

"My name is Roderich. It's nice to meet you."

Alfred smiled wider, running over to both Axelle and Eduard and pulling them both into a tight hug. New members, this was so exciting~! Maybe... maybe they could be his friends? He’d yet to make any friends yet... and no, he didn’t count Roddy as a friend. They were, uh, club mates? Yeah... that sounded about right, seeing as how they never spoke outside of the club. Maybe... maybe they would be his friends...

“Horray~! New members~! Welcome~! Welcome~!” He found it hard to contain his excitement, only pulling back when he realised how silly he must look. A light blush dusted his cheeks and he scratched the back of head in embarrassment.

“Ah, yes, yes~!” He nodded at what Mr. Machado said, moving to sit himself down. He guessed he’d just be watching them then, though he hoped these little trial things would be over soon... he really wanted to sing!

After settling into her seat, she folded her hands on her lap and nodded back to Roderich, just as curtly. "I'm Axelle. Nice to meet you as well." As Alfred exclaimed, Axelle just nodded and barely stifled a little giggle with her hand. Calming herself, she hoped he wouldn't notice her giggle and get offended. It wasn't necessarily a bad giggle, but she barely knew him and it'd hardly be nice to be laughing as something.

Her thoughts wandered back to the auditions and her mind began to race. What song was she going to sing? Her throat felt awfully dry, what if her voice cracked? Was she going to have to sing in front of the other members? What if they mocked her? No... that was going too far, that wasn't likely... they'd been there too and neither seemed immature enough to make fun of someone... hopefully... Her foot began lightly tapping, nervously. She knew her voice was semi-high, at least, so she had to find a song to sing.

The voice of reason that resided in her head began to yell at her. What was she doing, getting nervous? She'd been born to sing and dance, singing in front of people was hardly different from what she'd done before. She began going through a mental list of audition songs she'd sang before and felt a lot better. Raising her hand, she called out politely, "Mr. Machado, who will be singing first?"

The question brought him back to reality. He was thinking about the prospect of new members. He was well on his way to forming a real club, a real performing club. It was a silly dream but a true dream. He was happy to cherish it. He sighed and turned towards the club's first female member.

"Ah yes, Ms. Bonnefoy, we should get to business. How about you go first Ms. Bonnefoy? Give us a little feminine jolt? So, what do you have prepared for us?" he said with a friendly smile. "Roderich, may I ask you to accompany her?"