like a rolling stone | open

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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It was no secret that when Puck preformed on his own, he liked to play songs by Jewish people- like Neil Diamond, Sammy Davis Jr., hell, Gene Simmons from Kiss was Jewish! But what a lot of people didn't know, was that Bob Dylan was Jewish. In fact, Puck knew that Bob Dylan was born Allan Zimmerman, and that? That was a clear sign that the man that wrote some of Puck's favorite music was a Jew, and that Bob Dylan had to be the next person he had to honor in Glee Club.

That is, if he ever got another chance to sing. It sucked balls; other people got to sing solos or leads in Glee, and here lately, it seemed as if only ever got small bit parts in songs. Hell, if he wanted to sing by himself, he had to like, be alone somewhere and he wanted to show his skills! He wasn't just a guitar and accordion player for the rest of the group!

Currently, Puck was in the auditorium, trying to work on his version of Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone, and to him, he was sounding pretty damn good. Like, so good that maybe he could start considering being a music major some where, and add that on the list of things that he could go do after high school, along with stunt car driving and being a cop. However, he couldn't help but see that there was someone creeping on his practice time. ...Which, Puck didn't take too kindly to. Getting up and putting down his beloved guitar, Puck stood up from the stool he had been city on. "Gotta problem, asshole?"

Word Count: 279
Tags: Open!
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
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[snowbunnyyy]

Sanni just wanted to escape. There were so many people, and she didn't know any of them. She felt lost and small. All she wanted was to escape the crowd of people that she seemed invisible too. It was only her second week in America, her first day in American high school and already she missed all her friends and family. Getting out was all she was concerned with right now. Not finding her class, or trying to approach someone and make a new friend. Just getting out, getting home, and begging her host mom, Leah, to home school her.

Sanni had taken the first door out, which lead to the auditorium. Someone was singing up on the stage. Not wanting to disturb them, she creeped along the sides, staring at the hundred of seats, expensive lighting and big stage. She couldn't see who was singing and being, curious, she crept to the front of the auditorium.

There was a boy singing, one she had seen early when she had first entered the school. They didn't have any classes together... or at least she didn't think they did. Sanni couldn't really make out his face from the angle which she was standing. He had a really good voice, she noted, as he sang. It wasn't a song she recognized, but she could recognize his talent.

Smiling softly to herself, Sanni crept closer. Being her clumsy self though, she bang her foot on the metal part of one of the audience seats. The boy sitting on the stage got up angrily and looked down at her. He asked her something that she didn't quite make out. Cursing to herself in Finnish, she stared up at him with wide eyes, clutching her books to her chest.