the girl with the guitar [glee/sam evans]

chapter 25: Asian F

A/N: I decided to do a double upload:)

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"Just like white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing, 'ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh.' Just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing–" It was Sunday night, and Violet was rocking out to a Stevie Nicks playlist on her laptop while cooking herself dinner. In the midst of it all, the song cut out, and her laptop started ringing.

It was a Skype from Sam, and Violet answered immediately, "I hope this is important. You're interrupting my cooking, and my Stevie Nicks." She still had eyes on the salmon she was cooking until she quickly glanced over to see Sam's worried face. "Wait, what's wrong?"

"I need to tell you something."

"Please don't tell me that your mom and dad were laid off again. I mean it's fine if that's the case. I'm sure my dad–" Violet looked around to find her phone, but Sam interrupted her search.

"No no no, it's not that."

"Well, then what is it?"

He took a deep breath, "I'm a stripper." Violet looked stunned. Sam even thought she was frozen for a moment, "Hello? Are you still–"

"YOU'RE A WHAT?" Violet then started to smell something burning, "Shit!" She quickly turned off the heat on her stove, and pouted. "Well, there goes my salmon's crispy skin..." Violet sighed before she turned her attention back to Sam. "Well?"

Sam sighed, "It's a good gig. I actually make a lot of money doing it. Like it pays so much better than Dairy Queen."

"Is this even legal? You're only 17? Wait not even! Your birthday's in May, so you're still 16!"

He shrugged, "They didn't really ask for my age. I just had to give them my worker's permit and that's it."

"Geez. I mean, just make sure everything you're doing is legal... And if you sleep with anyone, make sure you wear protection!"

"So... that's it? No freak out? No telling my mom?" Sam believed that he should do what he needed to in order to help his family back on their feet, but Violet's opinion was extremely important to him. That's why he was so nervous to tell her.

Violet raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to?"

"No no no no no that won't be necessary. I'm just surprised you're so cool with it."

She sighed, "Look, I get that you need to do whatever it takes to help out your family, and since you won't take help from me, I get it. You can do whatever you want as long as you're safe, and that means safe physically, mentally, emotionally, and legally."

"Don't worry, I'm being careful. And at this rate, I'll have enough money saved to get you a gift the next time I see you."

Violet shook her head, "No you don't–"

"Okay, bye!" Sam hung up before Violet could finish her sentence. She just sighed. Her efforts would be futile anyway, so she just decided to have as nice of a dinner she could have alone.

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It was Monday morning, and, as usual, Violet was at school early to dance. Lately, she's been residing in the actual dance studio instead of the stage just because between booty camp and the West Side Story auditions, the auditorium was just completely booked.

She was working on an old unfinished tap piece in the studio. She forgot how much she loved to tap dance. It was a genre that required precision, but it also let her mind roam beyond the bounds of what she could do. It combined her love for music and dance by letting her manipulate how a song is perceived by implementing her own rhythms.