It's not healthy to want to gag someone with a cheap scarf and lock them in the cupboard under the stairs, is it? I barely even know Rachel Berry, but she honestly has the ability to turn me into a serial killer. She just has to open her mouth, and I feel like I'm about to go all Bruce Banner up in this business. But it just figures I would have to make some sort of glorious sacrifice to actually have a realm where I can finally do what I feel like I'm made for.

Perform.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I know Glee Club is never going to be a Broadway stage, and considering how much effort it took us to pull together as a group, I doubt it will even be an avenue to put on a school performance without making people's ears bleed or set off a chorus of vomiting in the audience just because show choir has the ability of Dementors in some people and syphons all the good things out of them. Music is in my blood, though, and I'll be damned if I am going to fabulous lie down and be walked all over when I could have a chance to at least write show choir on my college applications when I apply to Juilliard to pave my way as the next Michael Crawford. I am fabulous, and I will be damned if Finn Hudson, who is so huge, he reminds me a little of Sloth out of The Goonies, just way hotter, is going to steal my spotlight... and I'll be damn if Rachel Berry is going to screech her way into every solo we attempt. I wonder if I can buy chlorform on eBay...

( That aside, though. I'm really just glad to be part of a group... )

Sincerely,
~ Kurt Elizabeth Hummel xoxo