Welcome to Glee club

OOC: Here's the couch's Character Sheet:

Username: To9o
Name: Brandon Sherley (Mr. Sherley)
Age and grade: 46
Gender: Male
Appearance: Very tall (6'4''/195cm, fairly lean but more soft than muscular, warm brown eyes, dark hair, fairly good looking for his age.
Personality: Calm and easygoing most of the time, with a wicked sense of humor.
Biography: He used to be an amateur actor (mainly musicals and improv), before deciding to become a teacher. Used to be the Drama clubs teacher before it was disbanded, and decided to take Glee club under his wings, after the last teacher quit the school (something about tone deaf kids and clowns)
Club/ job (right now students can only be Glee club members, coach has to teach one or two subjects): English teacher, Glee Club, formerly the Drama Club teacher
Preferred singing genre: Everything goes
Other: -

IC: Sandra Brady made her way to the school's bulletin board, where sign-ups for the after school activities were taking place.
Oh, it's not like I can actually do anything I want this year, she thought to herself, nearly hitting a teacher with one of her crutches.
I'll be joining the freaking chess club at this rate...
She narrowed her eyes as she walked to stand next to Hannah Davis. The two of them had been in an unspoken battle since junior high, always trying to best the others grades, despite being a year apart.
"You just must be devastated since you Drama club got booted. Now what are you going to do?" she kept her tone almost neutral, even with the sardonic comment, while she eyed the shorter girl.
Hannah gave her a quick glance through her bangs, expression as stony as ever, before she replied in a monotone,
"Not really, most of the better actors graduated a few years ago, so I suppose now was the time to stop. Besides, Mr. Sherley's taking over the Glee club now, so I can still be under his wings... And what do you think you're going to do now that your leg's in a package?"
Coming from anyone else, the comment would've been innocent enough. Sandra gritted her teeth, before thinking of a quick lie,
"Actually, I was thinking of joining the Glee club too, I've been curious of this Mr. Sherley..."
"Really? Are you sure it's not out of your... range?"
God damn that monotone.
She rolled her eyes, before replying snidely,
"Nah, I'm sure I can reach whatever is needed."
She snagged the pen out of Hannah's hands without asking, and signed her name onto the sheet, then watched as the other girl took her pen back, and carefully wrote her name down under Sandra's.
"So... What are you going to sing for auditions?"
Sandra had already been walking (well, hobbling on crutches) away, when she turned sharply, hitting some poor freshman in the shin.
"Wait, what? Auditions? Singing?" As an after thought she added, "Sorry, dude."
She could've sworn that she saw the tiniest hint of a smirk on Hannah's lips, before she answered,
"You did know that the Glee club is centered around singing and performing, right?" Without waiting for an answer Hannah started walking off into the opposite direction.
Uhmmm... Crap?

 

Eddy leaned back in his chair and sighed. He had to pick a great song for auditions. But maybe one people wouldn't know- just to mess with 'em. He noticed a shadow pass over him, and a hand grabbed the back of his head. "Hey, singer boy..." breathed a deep, creepy voice. Eddy swore and turned around. It was the school bully. "Hi there, you whale." said Eddy cheerfully. " I guess you know I'm signing up for glee." he continued. The bully blinked. "Uh... Yeah." he said. Eddy grinned. "Why were you looking at the bulletin board? Signing up for ballet?" the bully roared and swung his fist. Eddy ducked out of the way and walked off. " Later, whale." he said. He was heading outside. He had to practice his song- because the bully just gave him an idea.

 

Username: BloodPrince
Name: Tristian Knight
Age and grade: 17 Junior
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1" 175 Brown Hair, Brown eyes, Ethnicity White, Handsome, Athletic build and wears a casual look such as jeans and long sleeve shirts but always pulls up the sleeves. http://www.yboo.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/mens-hairstyles-2010.jpg
Personality: Seems to be the strong silent type but always second guesses his resolve and is basically good for nothing when it comes to making decisions.
Biography:World revolves around sports and impressing his father who is always pushing him to be better at sports but never taking the time to talk about life or love, since Tristian's mother passed away when he was five.
Club/ job (right now students can only be Glee club members, coach has to teach one or two subjects): Glee
Preferred singing genre: Alternative Rock and Pop
Other: "I'm a Gleek"

 

Zack looked in every direction, checking for any of his friends, All clear. he thought with relief, ignoring other people around him, looking straight at the bulletin board. Do I really want to do this? he doubtfully thought, taking a pen out of his pocket. He ignored people around him and signed his name very small and sloppy, hopefully none of his friends would see. He put the pen away and took off down the hallway toward his locker, away from the board that seems to mock him.

 

You're accepted but is he a... couch...?

Once again; read the rules. All of them are important.

 

OOC: *gigglesnort* Sure, he's big and cuddly and soft like one 8D *goes to learn the word coach again*
Sorry, been a bit tired lately.
I'll add something IC once things start to get rolling...

 

I'm very sorry that I haven't been active in a while. Busy + writers block Dx
From now on, I'll try to be more active over here.

IC: The dark haired teen walked inside his history class room. A heavy smell of sweat ran inside his nose as he sat down. Most of the students were sweating like hell and some lazily rested their head on their desk.
"Hot day, huh?" Aaron asked from the jock sitting next to him who gave him an annoyed look as a response. He sighed in relief when the window was opened filling the class room with clean air. Aaron couldn't concentrate at all as the 50-something year old teacher started the lesson. His mind was filled with ideas for a song for the auditions.

OOC: Oh, after this lesson everyone could get home and we'll skip to the auditions.

 

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Rhia's face stayed lodged in her arms quietly. She was bored and tired, but mostly bored. All she really wanted to do was get home and practice her song for the Glee Club auditions. Her cell phone still hadn't rang--or anything, staying silent and still in her pocket. And the anxiety was making it even worse. It was hot and stuffy in this room, which didn't help, especially with her usual cute sweatshirt attire.

She yawned, eyes closing.​

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Jeanne arrived to her math class five minutes late. After mumbling an apology and ignoring most of the teachers scoldings, she sat down and dug her books from her bag. The class went with it's usual routine of taking notes, trying to do some exercises and drawing doodles. As only six (slow) minutes were left Jeanne started packing everything but her notebook. She had started listing song ideas for the auditions.

As soon as the school bell rang, Aaron grabbed his books and left the class room. He pushed some of his book to his locker and headed to the parking lot. His dad had gotten him a fairly nice car as a 'sweet sixteen' present. The teen hadn't even asked for it but of course he was pleased. As he drove off, he took his iPod out and searched for the song he had decided to audition to Glee club with.

 

André sat down in his couch, looked up at the roof and sighed. Maybe I should practice my singing, he thought to himself. Nah, I'll just play some guitar instead. He got up, walked down to his room and sat down with his guitar. He closed his eyes and let the minor chords speak what he was feeling at the moment.

After an hour of speaking with his guitar, André had come up with a tune. Alright, he thought to himself as he sat down at his desk to do some homework.

 

OOC: Would anyone mind skipping to the auditions now...?

 

Ooc; please do. xD

 

OOC: Hello, again. And about auditions- sure.

Eddy slumped into his computer chair and turned on his iPod. He hummed the lyrics to his favorite song, tapping his foot and grinning. He spun the chair through his bedroom and hopped out into his couch. He picked up his guitar and began to play, running the chords and melodies through his head. Auditions were coming up soon. He drew in a breath and grinned. "Hey, guys, I'm going to be leaving for auditions soon!" he called down to his mothers, finishing up the song with a flourish. They replied with an "Okay", and Eddy hopped to his feet.
He cracked his knuckles and whispered to himself,
"Let's shine."

 

Aaron kept checking the time on his cellphone. It was fifteen past three. The usually crowded and loud hallways were now fairly quiet. "Great, gives me time to concentrate...". The teenager wasn't the shy type but always got a bit, or very, nervous before having to perform in front of people. Just the thought felt terrifying. Aaron tried to calm down by getting his iPod from his pocket and listening to his audition song once again.

 

OOC: Sorry for not posting earlier, been super busy and tired lately x.x

IC:
To put it mildly, Sandra had been panicking for almost the entire time before the auditions. She had never sung out side of a shower, had absolutely no training, and no idea about vocal techniques. She realized that she had two options: face fairly public humiliation, or swallow her pride and ask for help from the only person she knew who had even a resemblance of an artistic streak.
"Hannah, I need you to help me with the auditions."
A flash of surprise went across the redheads face, before it settled on a more controlled quirk of an eyebrow. Without a word she flipped open her bag, grabbed her laptop, and sat cross legged, leaning on the wall.
"What type of music do you listen to, and most importantly sing along to?" she asked, motioning for Sandra to sit down next to her.
"Uhhh, top forty stuff mainly, R'n'B maybe?"
Hannah clicked a file titled 'Sheet Music', and scanned the notes there.
"Rihanna good? You have Unfaithful on your iPod?" she asked, and after receiving a nod for an answer, she went on to click for a minute in silence, before continuing, "I've printed the notes to the library, go pick 'em up, find a relatively quiet area and start practicing. Remember to drink lots of water and tea with honey, and don't wear out your voice."
With that Hannah walked away, flipping her own iPod onto the instrumental track of her chosen song, leaving no chance for Sandra to thank her.

Brandon observed the list of auditioners in surprise. Nine people... That's more than I expected but still not enough for Sectionals... Well, let's see if we can pick up a few more people on the road.
He walked into the auditorium the auditions were being held at, and put up a sign declaring, "Auditions are now open."

 

Shaken hands slowly grabbed the I-pod out of the baby blue bag. He had been confident about the auditions previously, but as the clock wounded down to it, he was melting with anxiety. With a sigh, he shuffled through his I-pod, trying to find.... the right song, the song that would describe him for who he was. After all, singing is 20% voice, 80% heart, and 100% dedication, yes?

Roy gulped as thoughts ran rapid in his mind. 'What happens if I mess up on one of the notes?' the young teen thought. But soon enough, the dark clouds of his frustrating thoughts vanished, as if they evaporated. He had found the perfect song for him.

A wide grin soon grew on Roy's face as he listened to the song. His eyes brightened with excitement and he quietly hummed the tune to himself. With the song finally ending, Roy murmured to himself with a smile,

"I Dreamed a Dream, perfect." ​

 

André was nervous as always, when thinking of performing. It was his passion, but he is aware of this, and it usually goes away after the first verse. Should I do an original or should I do another song, he thought to himself, as he checked the songs on his iPod. Atreyu? No. Michael Bublé? Not this time. Avenged Sevenfold? Perfect. He thought that even though it might seem odd, he knew what song to pick. Never feared for anything. Never shamed but never free went through his mind as he had made his choice.
So Far Away. It is one of his favorite songs, and he had yet to perform it in front of anyone. Hell yes he thought to himself, as he pushed play to listen to the song.