The Music Within {OPEN}

[boston]

Not a lot of things were new to Boston, everything had come as a pleasant wave of awesomeness over the past few weeks and whilst she might not have been on top of everything that was going on she could at least take pride in that she had everything under her belt and was dealing with her own little problems accordingly. Rarely did she ever become bored with the life that she had chosen mainly because there was so much room to grow and so much to do in the world and it sort of bothered her that she only had a short amount of time to experience all that the world had to offer to her but those were the breaks. She had settled into her little niche of life and wasn’t prepared to move out for all the money in the world because for once in her life, she enjoyed life too much to let it pass her bye without a fleeting glance.

Of course one of the newer things she liked to do in her free time was express herself anyway she could and most of that involved an aspect of singing, there was no greater feeling to her than belting out some ballad to the empty rows of chairs that lay in dormant among the auditorium. For her, it was sheer bliss that she could come here and get in some practice away from the world. She wasn’t afraid to let her voice roam free in the world however she had grown an affinity for singing to an imaginary crowd because then the jeers and boos seemed less harsh and almost always falling onto silent ears. She looked out into the vast emptiness that seemed to open up for her right now as she let a wave of relief wash over her.

She picked a spot on the stage and managed to lift the hefty instrument into the air. Why she had chosen the accordion over all the other instruments was beyond anyone’s guess but for her it felt natural in her hands as she could mould it and make it anything she wanted. Sure the noise itself was enough to drive most people off but she preferred it over other things which were common to be skilled in; that was not to say that she never indulged in piano every now and then when she felt that the time was appropriate.

Pulling apart the instrument gently and letting her hand nimbly fall on the keys on both sides she began to start her song. The music was enough to entrance her as she became lost in all thought that had ventured through her own nimble mind. Nothing could beat the feeling that was coming over her now.

[santana]

Nothing could beat the feeling that was coming over her now.

Except for a complete make out session with Santana right now.

Only that was just a joke. Santana, currently bored out of her mind, didn't have anything interesting to do. She knew that later on this week she would be meeting with Coach Sylvester to get herself back onto the Cheerios squad she tended to miss.

'Getting back on the squad would put me back on top at this school.'

Which in case, might have been true. She honestly didn't want to leave the squad in the first place, but when your Coach doesn't care what happens with your well being - I mean let's face it - she almost killed her best friend, Brittany. She did still miss it though. Plus, she was tired of being slushied, being known as a gek in glee club, and after everything last year, and then Nationals, it was time to become THE Santana Lopez once again.

She made her way down the hallway in a Cheerios uniform she swiped from Coach Sylvester's office. She knew she would be walking these hallways again with the outfit on, having the boys double glance, and their girlfriends smacking them out of jealousy for looking. Oh, how she missed those days.

However, it was senior year. It was her last year, and she was going out in style. Not as some geek in the back of a glee club singing songs and watching two idiots ruin everything for them by macking out on stage because they can't afford a motel room. No, Santana had the vision of Captain in her mind and nothing was stopping it.

At least not until the sound of music came from the auditorium so loudly it was messing with her thoughts as she was waking by. She made her way in, her silk black hair pulled back into a tail, the Cheerio's uniform hanging from her body like she was a supermodel. Santana did look good in it.

She stood at the stage listening to the girl playing. She knew she was in glee club with her...

'Starts with a B...No, not that kind of B.'

She stood. She watched. She listened.

[boston]

It was never really in Boston to really pay attention during her performance, she easily got lost in her music most of the time which most people would have considered to be a great flaw; however she found it to be rather breath-taking. It was just her and the sweet lulling sounds of the lumpy instrument in her hands and her delicate fingers clicking across the various keys that stood in her way of completing the song in full. It was fulfilling to her to do something that made her feel one with the music and this was one of the things that seemed to tickle her fancy the most.

She often had a lot of time for rehearsal, what with being in the Jazz Band and the Glee Club which meant she practically had unlimited access to the auditorium any time that she pleased. The thought was enough to send the flicker of a smile onto her face as she looked pleased with herself.

So lost had she become in her own little world that she hadn’t noticed the entrance of another person. She just continued to play her own little tune and hoped to hell that she didn’t mess up because while she might not have been someone who was totally devoted, she still was someone who was slightly obsessed with perfection, perhaps a trait she had picked up from her own father.

The strange sounds continued to echo through the auditorium as Boston began to hum alongside the tune that was being made. Her own eyes were closed, as if to only focus on the music and her body began to sway from side to side with every stretch and compression of the instrument. It had taken her a long time to perfect such a thing but once she had found herself with it, she didn’t really give up with it.

As the echoes of the room began to wallow down to nothing more than a mere monotonous growl, she looked up from her position to see someone else standing in the room.

Now normally she would have shrugged it off and continued to do what she was doing, but this time was a little different. She simply gave a sincere smile towards the raven haired woman as she took a few steps closer to the edge of the stage.

”Hey, I didn’t see ya down there” she replied, trying to make herself sound as casual as possible. She was never one really for small talk but now seemed to be one of those times where it was obligatory for her to do so. ”I would ask you how it was, but then most people don’t hear past the screeching” she spoke once more, this time with a more exuberant smirk planted on her face.

”Got a name stranger, mines is Boston if that helps”

[santana]

'B...B...B...Botex? No, that can't be cause then she'd be totally rich just off the name. Besides, if a parent called their kid that then they should've thought of the word that begins with the letter before B...'

Santana wasn't having any luck placing the name, but she at least knew the girl was in New Directions. Or, at least she seemed familiar from there. Although she could have just been lurking around to see what it would be like to be apart of something great. Yes, although they had their moments, the New Directions have come a long way since the club started her sophmore year.

This year it seemed everyone had their minds set on winning Nationals after them not placing the for the first time they went. Jesse St. Suck, did have a point. She didn't like the kid, but he knew what he was talking about. Santana knew Schue and that Ex-Va boy should have just told the others that they suck and Santana got the solo for Nationals. No, of course little Ms. Diva Berry did instead, as usual.

It would be nice if they won Nationals this year for their last year, but Santana was more focused on her own rise back to the top of the social ladder. The hell with whoever, and who cared who she stepped on. Of course, this didn't involve Brittany. Santana told the bubbly blonde of a best friend her feelings, and she knew she could get Brittany to re-join Cheerios, and be at her side as usual. They were best friends after all.

'Hey, I didn't see you down there............Got a name stranger, mine is Boston if that helps.'

[/i]

Bam. That was it. Boston. Wait, stranger? She didn't know who Santana was? Shouldn't that work the other way around? She was the one who usually didn't pay attention to who was who, especially the new members of glee. By new, meaning those who weren't the orginals of course.

"You seriously don't know who I am? Wow, I guess my status as really shot into the point of no exsistance." she said, with a loud sigh. It was only a matter of time. People will remember. People will move the hallways she would be walking down. She'd have her spotlight of shine. "Santana." she finally admitted before raising an eyebrow to the girl. "You're in glee right? The dark hair girl, about fourth seat in back? Not a name type of girl. I do faces."[/justify][/blockquote]

[boston]

Many things occupied her mind as she eyed the girl in front of her, clearly confused as to who she was. If there was something notable about her it was that she was always forgetting little things here and there and whilst the strangers face rung a bell of sorts in her head, she couldn’t put a name to the face in front of her or even remember where she had seen her. Something told her that it should have been obvious but she stood bemused for the time being, caught off-guard by the presence of the stranger in the room.

Her involvement in school was well knows, she usually stepped in wherever she could help out in order to try and aid others and to let her own creativity flourish in a sense. Just in the past month, she had taken a bunch of pictures, learned a few new songs and joined a few clubs. It might have seemed a sudden movement of events but it was easily explainable. She knew she was trying to fill the gap of her torment with all of these activities.

It was the only thing that was keeping her going and it seemed to be working so why not push herself into it.

Her eyes simply fell on her for a moment, her face scrunching up slightly as if to partake in deep thought. From what she could gather right now, she seemed to take a lot of offence to her not being recognised, which of course was simply shrugged off by Boston. ”What is status but just a silly word, I mean really does it even matter in a place like this?” she asked more to herself than the girl. She had never really believed that popularity was something worth having as it always seemed to corrupt people.

Of course when her name came out, she let a smile waft over her face. ”Riiiighhht, I totally knew that” she attempted to bluff out, her skills being as good as one of those poker playing dogs. She squatted down and put the bulky instrument on the floor before rising to her feet and putting her arms by her sides. ”Guess that explains the whole ‘need for status’ thing then” she spoke highly, not really meaning to come off as insulting but just slightly critical of something she didn’t totally approve of.

She got closer to the edge of the stage, looking across at the distance which separated both of them. ”Yeah that would probably be me, not like I know my whole seating arrangement thing but it’s nice to see you’ve memorized it” she said nodding her head with a grin sparking onto her face. She really meant nothing by it.

[santana]

”What is status but just a silly word, I mean really does it even matter in a place like this?”

[/i]

What? What the hell was this girl saying? What did she mean did it matter? Of course it mattered in a place like this. Nine hundred and forty-seven days. Thats how long high school lasted. Nine hundred and forty-seven days of whether or not you were a geek or a jock or a cheerleader. Sure most say that high school doesn't shape you, but have you watched the news lately? High school meant more than people believed. High school meant a lot to Santana.

It shaped her into who she is so far today. Freshamn year Santana was already popular among many. She joined Cheerios, and had boys all over her drooling to have alone time. The feeling was remarkable. She had friends in high places, she could walk the hallas and people would part like she was a Goddess or something.

Now days, she walks the halls and gets ice cold drinks thrown in her face. Do you know how long it takes to get that crap out of your hair? Awhile. "What is that some kind of 1950's John Carpenter Vampire question?" she asked the other brunette about the way she made it sound.

Santana rolled her eyes and raised her arms up in a shrug. "Popularity is everything here. Either you're on top or you get drinks thrown at you. So the whole status quo bit, matters chica." she finished in her slight Spanish accent.

”Yeah that would probably be me, not like I know my whole seating arrangement thing but it’s nice to see you’ve memorized it."[/i]

Santana shrugged again simply before speaking. "Easy to weed out the newbies." she told her not really knowing how long Boston had actually been in glee, but she knew that she wasn't there when she arrived on scene. To her, it made you new no matter what.[/blockquote]

[boston]

It had always been one of these things that clung to Boston that popularity was nothing but something people used to become bitter and jaded against each other to the point where they were ready to rip each other’s throats out. It never really stuck with her well, she just didn’t see the point in why someone else needed to be better than the other person. Pointless and pathetic, that’s what she truly thought of status. Then again, this was coming from the girl who had never really wanted to spread her wings and fly against the current of non-conformity. She preferred to be different and that’s what made her so damn unique and special in her own way.

Her own mind was set in being true to herself and her true self was not the most popular person around, mainly because she rarely let anything get to her and she seemed so annoyingly calm all the time which to her was an asset she wasn’t about to lose. She was another face in the crowd and as long as that stuck by her then she was happy. She was all for individuality and all that it stood for but if it meant crushing people’s spirits in the process then it really wasn’t for her.

Boston tilted her head to the side as she asked her question, not really understanding what she meant. ”What is that, some reference that only you’ll get? I’m sorry but I can’t say I’m following” she said shrugging her shoulders towards the girl, trying to think of what she could have possibly meant by that. No doubt she was probably trying to be offensive and failed horribly but she really couldn’t say.

She gave a slight chuckle as she realised that what she was saying was starting to slightly get under her skin. ”So what, popularity should help shape who people are? That people should just give up everything they have to become someone they’re not? I’m sorry but I just don’t agree with the whole selling yourself out thing” She retorted, her tone bordering on something serious. If she wanted an argument then so be it, all she knew was that she was gonna stand by everything she said.

A slight smirk drew across her lips as she thought about it for a moment. It was true that she had not been one of the original members of the Glee Club and she had only entered a few months ago but that didn’t matter really, did it? ”What, so you can be all macho uber bitch on them and spew oestrogen everywhere? Well I gotta say you’re doing a great job so far, keep up the good work” she joked, her tone being fairly playful. It was all down to how she took it though