RoseBerry

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  The auditorium is a hard place to find but we find it in the end. It's not as big as the auditorium back home but it's probably because New York has a large arts program.
We go to the wings of the stage and wait to have our name called out. We're the only ones on our side of the wings but we can see others on the other side. 
"I don't think we can sing our duet." Marley says.
"Why not?" I ask.
"They will probably want to see both of our strengths in vocals so I know what I'll be singing as a solo. You?" Marley asks.
"Yup." I say.
"Who's up first?" A voice calls out. I stand up and take a few deep breaths.
"That will be me." I call out back at them.
"Good luck, Rach." Marley says.
I smile at my best friend and head on stage. A group of students, who must be the Glee club, sit in the seats. They're scattered everywhere and are all judging me already.
"What's your name?" The person who called out for me asks. He has curly brown hair and must be the teacher as he looks older than all of them.
"I'm Rachel Berry." I say, with a smile.
"What will you be singing for us today, Rachel?" The man asks.
"I'll be singing 'Don't Rain On My Parade' from the musical Funny Girl." I say.
"Good luck." The man says.
"Thank you." I say.
The music starts.

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole show bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

The club clap for my performance and I bow.
"We'll come back to you with if you got in or not." The teacher says.
I nod my head and leave the stage.
"Next!" The teacher shouts.
"Good luck, Marls. You can do it." I say.
Marley stands up and heads on to the stage.

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Marley P.O.V
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  "Name?" The teacher asks.
"Marley Rose." I say.
"What will you be singing for us today, Marley?" The teacher asks.
"'Everytime' by Britney Spears." I say.
"Good luck." The teacher says.
"Thanks." I say.
The music starts and I take a deep breath before I have to sing.

Notice me,
Take my hand,
Why are we,
Strangers when,
Our love is strong
Why carry on,
Without me?

Everytime I try to fly,
I fall, without my wings,
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby,
And everytime
I see you in my dreams,
I see your face
It's haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I make believe,
That you are here,
It's the only way,
I see clear,
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly,
I fall, without my wings,
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby,
And everytime
I see you in my dreams,
I see your face
You're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain,
Please forgive me,
My weakness caused you pain,
And this song's my sorry

Oooh, oh

At night I pray,
That soon your face will fade away

And everytime I try to fly,
I fall, without my wings,
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby,
And everytime
I see you in my dreams,
I see your face
It's haunting me
I guess I need you baby