GREEN EYES ADJUST to the shine of the ghost light on the stage, but just for a moment, before blaine has flicked on some of the lights, and stadium seating exposes itself at an entirely new angle. sure, she’d been in the auditorium countless times before, but usually her little butt was planted in one of the maroon folding seats. no, now she was standing on the stage with him, on the other end of the room she’d always seen without thinking twice. ❝ it’s so cool to just like… be on this side of it, y’know ? ❞ she crosses her arms, holding herself a little as she shrugs. ❝ i mean, i’m… an avid shower-singer. but… i dunno. i love music, all music, and… i guess i just can’t remember a time when i wasn’t interested. i just didn’t… think i’d be good enough to bother… ❞
Blaine stole a few seconds to glance out over the rows of seats that stretched up into the inky dark. “You know? Sometimes,” he paused and shook his head turning his attention to her and lifting his brows to stress his correction, “All the time, actually, being up here? Makes me feel like I’m in a different world. From the stage to the props and even if there aren’t any where and it’s only lights above and below?” His toe nudged at the row of footlights on the lip of the stage. “I think coming up here lets you be good enough no matter how much you might doubt yourself. Once you’re here? If you let it? The stage takes care of the rest,” he smiled warmly, “Sorry. That’s grossly poetic. So. Do you have questions about the New Directions? Or do you want to get down to the part where we sing right away? Cause, as of right now, this is your show.”
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