"dancing through liiife," caleb belted out in the hallway in front of the glee sign up sheet, drawing looks from at least three people walking by that he completely ignored. he did a little pirouette, keeping the sheet as his focus point. he'd been debating signing up all week, but he was already stretching himself thin between studying, football, and drama. he could not possibly add anything on top of it, but every person he'd met from glee was so nice. maybe he could cram some glee like he was cramming audition practice, between bathroom breaks and walks to class. so what if he came off as a lunatic singing around campus, or his teammates had to get used to him dancing in the locker room. he was mid another pirouette when his ankle twisted and he hit the ground face first.
