Romans & histoires Rachel Berry Song

"I couldn't have done it without you there." The sound of heels clicking frantically against stone made us both turn. Rachel was stumbling across the terrace, her perfect hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. She'd clearly been crying. "This isn't over," she hissed when she spotted me. Her voice was raw, desperate. "You think you've won, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." I looked at her, this woman who had once seemed so threatening, so powerful. Now she just looked pathetic. Broken. Small.

I answer honestly. “That might be the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me,” she whispers, and I can hear the emotion in her voice. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together, Sorrell, trust me, I’ll top that one in no time,” I wink, making her laugh. I turn on the radio and ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell comes on the radio and I start singing along, much to Sorrell’s amusement. I never claimed I was a good singer.

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

Not all marriages from different social classes end up as a failure. I shake my head, trying to dispel the horrible thought. I was still trying to clear my head when the door to our room swung open and Rachel glided in. She was humming a love song and dancing with her hands. Her face was full of smiles as she twirled around in circles. She looked like she was on cloud 9. "At least, tonight went well for someone," I murmured, watching. "Oh, Nivia. I feel so happy that I could fly and touch the sky," Rachel clasped her hands together, her eyes looked dreamy.

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?

she whispered " Well I'll be waiting to hear you sing for me" she added with a smirk "Too bad I didn't come prepared so I won't be performing" Nirvana said and Rachel frown "Of course you will for the fact you got to enter the president's resident for the first time in your life" Rachel mocked and one could tell she was trying to get on Nirvana's nerves but Nirvana chuckled instead "You call this a house? your entire house is nothing compared to my parents bedroom" she smirk and Rachel fumed. " I wasn't gonna perform but I've changed my mind since I'm the first superstar you'll ever see perform" Nirvana smiled and Rachel ball her fist tightly before walking away

"Smart right?" "Way to toot your own horn," Rachel said, going to check the records shelf, It had a lot of oldies, from Lionel Ritchie, to Madonna, to Mariah Carieh and Whitney Houston, she kept going through the records while he sat back on the duffle back and tried to open the wine and kept failing. "Puss," Rachel murmured under her breath. "Heard that," "Not necessarily my problem, my lord." "Oh my, you got Billie Eilish WWFAS WDWG full album!" Rachel cried excitedly.

She stood from the piano bench to share the standing mic with the famous announcer who represented Camelot Records in their press junkets, Carlton Joy. "I have, actually, felt love at first sight. This song was inspired by my own life. I consider myself blessed to have the memories." "So you're not with your first love?" "I am currently single," Rachel allowed with a toothy grin which earned her some wild applause. "You've gotta give us more," Carlton urged, "At least give us a little more of a peek behind the scenes, Rachel! Please?" Rachel laughed again, "You surely aren't interested in hearing this? Oh, okay! Okay! So, I was---"

With that, she walks to where the piano lay, her long slender fingers dancing on the keys immersing the room with the sound of a beautiful melody as she sings. It was the song titled " Falling " by Harry Styles. It's been like forever since Arabella heard her best and childhood friend sing and hearing her now made her realize just how distant they've become. Without realizing it, tears rolled down her cheeks, she stayed glued to the girl on the stage. Her heart aches for unknown reasons and she can swear she never thought she'd feel this hurt. Usually, Zoe always stares at her while singing but it wasn't the same in this case. She was looking at another, her voice and gaze saying what her mo

It lasted a couple of hours and it was awkward. She even had to time her restroom break so that she wouldn't bump into him when he went to the DJ across the bar. And then, all of a sudden her favourite song was played by a DJ which brought beams of innumerable memories melting her heart away. "Rachel, come let us rock n' roll," Zoey said as she pulled Rachel towards the dance floor. On the dance floor, Rachel just had this really weird feeling on her right side. She turned and looked, and there he was, dancing right next to her and staring at her.