the glee project.

Summary: a new glee club is in town… and the New Directions have the heebies in their jeebies. Will the Warblers help?

POV: third person

Setting: Summer before Senior year. (This is sooo not High School Musical)

Author's Notes: I shall pleasure myself in the fanfiction dimension and write about all the things I love: the warblers and the glee project. Although most of the pairings here are the canon ones (e.g. Finchel, Chang-chang, Klaine), I can't live without crackships, so prepare yourselves for some Westana… and others. *wink*

Prologue

Inside a choir room in rented building somewhere in Ohio, something was a fit. Clapping could be heard, the time interval between claps made a rhythmic pattern that was notably of quadruple meter. This was accompanied by what seemed to be various instruments, 'seemed' because the said sound was coming from a boom box. One's upper lip may twitch in disgust at how inadequate the equipment may be to allow musical development. Such sacrifices must be made to ensure things are kept top secret.

Well, seem top secret anyway.

There were 12 chairs, arranged in a line creating two rows, six chairs per row. On each chair, an individual was seated. From the second row, a girl stood up and flipped her hair. She sang her line, spunk oozing out. After another hair flip, her specialty it seemed, she sat back down. A boy from the front row did the next lyric, standing up as he sang his line. His voice was unexpected, considering he was male. The way he sang it, though, was a whole other thing completely (much like his scarf). When the boy finished, another individual stood up and sang the next line from the song.

And so this was the trend. Each person sang a lyric, showing as much personality and as much talent as one possibly could imagine, yet each of them were different. Six boys and six girls, not one of them looked like the other, and they were aware of that, and proud even.

After each person was done with his line, they all stood up from their seats and sang in chorus. The vibe wasn't all too serious; on the contrary, it was very light and uppity. Here I am baby. Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours.

When the song was done, they sat back down and awaited assessment…

Which came from a megaphone.

Yeah, so super short prologue. Imma see how this goes, and from here I'll gauge if I'll continue with this or not. :S