Pilot

  Pilot is the first episode i SugaryCarnival's Fanfiction.

Audition
The April Rhodes Civic Pavilion has always been quite empty. If you had the time, you might probably think to yourself how much this woman called "April Rhodes" have been drinking that she named an auditorium in a cow-town after her.

On that fall day the auditorium broke an all time record: there was an audience of 6 people, and they all were in fullly awake.

The oldest of all the audience arranged his folder and called

"You may come in."

 He didn't expect much, Will Schuster learned not to expect much, especially if it's about the interest of the students in William McKinley High School to join the glee club.

He set auditions and pretended they were very strict to make students think the choir is something prestigious, but really he got them all. Those who wish to register must have music in their soul.

"She had to enter." An asian girl with goth clothes and blue stripes in her hair murmured softly "She promised me she'll try."

"And why do you believe her?" asked a boy in a wheelchair.

"Because people like her always tell the truth."

Suddenly someone came on stage ... And it felt as if the auditorium was lit. Will could not believe his eyes - It certainly was May Salin, a Broadway legend, that because of her advanced age(16) was forced to retire from the stage and go back to Ohio.

"Hello." said May. Her black hair that was braided sloppy, her T-shirt with a drawing of a sheep and her All-Star shoes could never overshadow the star that faced them. "My name is May Salin and I'd like to join glee club ..."

Suddenly the whole crowd of six people came forward. Even Brittany, the cheerleader that only learned at the end of last year to spell Broadway, realized how important it is that May is welcome.

Silence reined in the hall, waiting for something Les Misérables, Wicked, minimum- Celine Dion. You can probably imagine the shock of everyone abducted when she said "and I'm going to sing the LA-LA LAND by Demi Lovato."

I am confident, but I still have my moments

Baby, that's just me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm not a supermodel, I still eat McDonald's

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Baby, that's just me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well some may say I need to be afraid

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Of losing everything, because of where I

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Had my start and where I made my name

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well everything's the same in the La La Land machine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Who said I can't wear my Converse with my dress

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well baby, that's just me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Who said I can't be single and have to go out and mingle

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Baby, that's not me... No No''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well some may say I need to be afraid

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Of losing everything, because of where I

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Had my start and where I made my name

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well everything's the same in the La La Land

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Tell me do you feel the way I feel,

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Cause nothing else is real in the La La Land appeal

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well some may say I need to be afraid

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Of losing everything, because of where I

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Had my start and where I made my name

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well everything's the same in the La La Land machine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Well I'm not gonna change in the La La Land machine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I will stay the same in the La La Land

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Machine, Machine, Machine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I won't change anything in my life

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">(I won't change anything in my life)

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm staying myself tonight

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">(I'm staying myself tonight)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After finishing the song, the small audience gave a standing ovation (common American practice). May bowed politely and left the stage.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"You're welcome to stay and see the rest of the auditions." Said Will, who had forgotten that he should act like really doing filters.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Thanks, but I have to go." Said Mae and left the hall quickly. Suddenly she came back and said "Every day at 4 pm except on Tuesday's right?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">The six nodded her agreement.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Okay, thank you." She said and went out again.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After her came a tall boy with dreadlocks, His head was bent down, him held a guitar in his right hand and distance he looked barefoot The crowd murmured excitedly, they saw this boy was at school many times, only they never knew his name. The boy lifted his head and suddenly felt like going to cut it off. "Just not him ..." He thought to himself, he preferred the math teacher that looked as if he really whip student that gives a wrong answer over Will Shuster. He promised himself to stay away from him.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">At first he thought to turn round and leave the stage, but then he He thought of what the guitarist said. "Hello." Said the boy, adjusts the microphone and tune his guitar in the most indifferent way he was able. "My name is Samuel Larsen ... and I'm going to sing the song use me by Bill Withers."

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">'My friends feel it's their appointed duty

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">They keep trying to tell me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">All you want to do is use me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">But my answer, yeah to all that use me stuff

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I want to spread the news

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">That if it feels this good getting used

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You just keep on using me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">My brother sit me right down and he talked to me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And I'm sure he meant well

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Yeah, but when our talk was through

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I said, brother, if you only knew

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You'd wish that you were in my shoes

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You just keep on using me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Sometimes, it's true

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You really do abuse me 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You get me in a crowd of high-class people

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And then you act real rude to me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">But, oh baby, baby, baby, baby,

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">When you love me, I can't get enough

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I want to spread the news

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">That if it feels this good getting used

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Girl, you just keep on using me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Until you use me up

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Talkin' 'bout you usin' people

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It all depends on what you do

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It ain't too bad the way you're usin' me

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Cause I sure am usin' you to do the things you do

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">to do the things you do''

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After he finished, everyone applauded, but with much less enthusiasm than the one that showed up before. Not because he was less talented it's just that until now they didn't even know his name. They even believed the rumor that he was dumb, they were appalled that he can talk, not to mention singing.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"He's pretty cute," whispered the Asian to the girl sitting beside her.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Samuel nodded when they told him to come every day at 4 to the choir, except for Tuesdays. He walked off the stage and went quietly, just not like May he decided to sit down and see the rest of auditions. He was going to sit in the back row, but a sign from Brittany to sit next to her quite dismissed this decision.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After him, Fiona Levins took the stage and her little brother Jasper that followed her like a lost puppy. Everybody knows Fiona Levinas, she is like those popular girls on TV shows, who lives in a giant mansion and has a convertible with a license plate with a funny and snobbish slogan.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Do I really have to tell you my name?" Asked and demanded from the orchestra to begin. (Something she must have made ​​in advance - because Fiona Levins does not like to ask)

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Hey!!!! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">(Do your thing honey!')

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I could feel it from the start, 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Couldn't stand to be apart. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Something about you caught my eye, 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Something moved me deep inside 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I don't know what you did boy but you had it 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''And I've been hooked ever since. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">That every time I see you everything starts making sense

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">(Do your thing honey!)

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man can stand up next to you 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do (What you do!) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. (Hey) ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You got soul (Yeah), you got class (Ohh). You got style, you badass (Oh yeah!)''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man it's true (All right) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man but you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Never thought I'd be alright. (No, no, no!) ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">'''Til you came and changed my life. (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah!)''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You're the light that I needed

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You got what I want boy, and I want it! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''So keep on givin' it up! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''So tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friends. (Your sister and your friends)''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Tell the others, your lovers, better not be present tense. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">'Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's! 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ooooh, oh oh! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man can stand up next to you (To you yeah) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man (Ain't no other man) on the planet does what you do (Do)

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You're the kinda guy a girl finds (a girl finds) in a blue moon. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You got soul (soul), you got class (class). ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You got style,you badass (Yeah yeah yeah!) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man it's true 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man but you.

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">(Break it down now!)

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other, (other)!! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other (LOVER)! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other man but you! Ohhhh! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You are there when I'm a mess 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Talked me down from every ledge 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Give me strength boy you're the best 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You're the only one who's ever passed every test 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man (Woo~), can stand up next to you (next to you) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do. oh.. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You got soul (yeah), you got class (yeah) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You got style, you badass (oh yeah!) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man it's true 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other man but you. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And now I'm telling you so ain't no other man but you 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Hey!!!!!!!! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you, 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''(what you do). ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Baby, baby, baby Oooh!!!!! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You got soul (yeah), you got class (ohh) 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">You got style, you badass 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Don't you know! ''

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't no other man it's true 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">''Ain't no other man but you. ''

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After Fiona finished singing, the audience applauded enthusiastically - a combination of respect and fear.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">She gave air kisses to the audience, and in the same breath took out her iBlckDroid device "So when do we start?" When she said we she probably meant to her and her younger brother Jasper who became more red then the Cheerios uniform

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Is ... he going to sing?" Said Will, pointing toward the low and silent boy shook his head "I cannot force people to be here ..."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Let me explain it this way" said Fiona "How many students do you need? Six? You think there is a line outside of hundreds of students with their heart and voice and jazz hands like in the movie Fame? No! Even if Cameron Mitchell, the cute guy that from Spanish class that each lesson does a cover to a flamenco song, would come in here right now and wants to audition, not a single fan would follow"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Is it true that these moments where you really regret not talking about a million dollars? And you really and truly begin to think just talk about it? So this moment just happened. To the stage came a tall boy that if he wanted he could be the point guard of the basketball team, with strawberry blonde hair, and thick black glasses.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Ummm ... excuse me ..." The boy said "Mr. Schue remember me? Cameron Mitchell? From Spanish class? The guy who does those covers to flamenco songs? I'd like to try and audition ..."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Samuel knew Cameron, meaning he knew who is he: the guy with the Texan accent that all the girls falling at his feet, the one with the golden cross around his neck, that who received from the governor of Ohio State an award for his contribution to the school's Celibacy Club, because after he joined he was followed by another 50 girls who would like to postpone intercourse until after the wedding.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Samuel was with Cameron in those Spanish lessons and he was witness to all the impressive performance of fast guitar playing and singing. Only as half-Mexican Samuel could not stand the Cameron's singing.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Although Samuel was an ambitious person had only two great wishes. The first to perform with Michael Jackson and the second is to comment Cameron on his grammatical errors in Spanish.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Fiona immediately left the stage, sat in the front row "Jasper!" She yelled and the blond boy went down shyly from the stage, all the girls (and the Blaine just don't tell Kurt!) Leaned forward with shining eyes. They do not care that he was will sing an acoustic version of tac- Nayn ... As long as he would take out his guitar and start doing something...

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I'd like to make the song Long Distance Call by the Phoenix ... it's among my favorite songs."

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Where to go I had no idea

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">26.10 was the price to pay

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">A messed up kid with no ideals at all

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I thought those 26.10 I shouldn't give'em away

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I remember this young guy died and I took his part 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">He got far too many stitches on his pretty face 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Long time to see but I always thought us two would be serious 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I was looking around town, thinking the same as you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm far gone but your long distance call 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And your capital letters keep me asking for more

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like I know

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm far gone but your long distance call 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And your capital letters keep me asking for more

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Where to go I had no idea about it

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Most of the people do, their only doing just fine 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I don't wanna stay in place no more, see 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Ain't doing well well well, I am only doing just fine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Long time no see, long time no say

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Got little to tell, I don't say much, but I might 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Something always told me us two would be serious 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I am looking around town, thinking the same as you, humm

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm far gone but your long distance call 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And your capital letters keep me asking for more

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like I know

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm far gone but your long distance call 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And your capital letters keep me asking for more

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like that

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">It's never been like that, It's never been like I know

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I'm far gone but your long distance call 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And your capital letters keep me asking for more

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Long time no see...

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Long time no say...

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Cameron finished running and the audience applauded standing ... After that Will gave Cameroon the details about the hours Cameron nodded and said

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Well ...because no one else is after me does that mean I can go?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">There was silence in the audience. They lack only two participants to be official glee club.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I told you so." Fiona said comforting tone.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">The whole audience started walking toward the exit, whispered, drop a little excitement and disappointment. Samuel intended to go home and get away from yet another embarrassing incident like that two weeks ago, just suddenly behind him he heard someone call out

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Hey ...Samwil is not it?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Actually, it's Samuel ... should hear the sound of u" he was very surprised to see Cameron in front of him. They barely exchanged a word with each other; he did not believe he even knew his name. Well, he did not exactly know his name, but from all the guesses, his was the closest he'd ever heard.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"All right, Samuel ... Listen You seem to be nice." "Ahhh ... thanks ... I guess ..." "I'm serious - do not think of me like i'm as such snob, I think it could be the beginning of a Wonderful Friendship."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">He speaks with quotes from Casablanca ... No wonder that the name Cameron makes such a buzz in the school.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Okay ... if this is the beginning of a Wonderful Friendship I have only one thing to say." "Anything, bro."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"When you mention emotions, you should not use ser the auxiliary verb."

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Spy-Games
<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">They did not perform at this year the school's Assembly. This is the end of an era - there is no show ... And there are no rioting students with hormones. That ended a tradition.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Everyone was just too depressed and lacking in energy to perform. Most of their power they were trying to invest encouraging new students to join the glee club, which usually ended with a slushie attack.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">But probably the sticky liquid with the food coloring did not so affected on by new purchase of "New Directions":

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Cameron was always surrounded by (wo)men who can come to his defense, May was so glamorous, and she came up with wall of protection (especially of the media who wanted to see how the legend of Broadway is trying live a normal life in Ohio),Samuel was still considered invisible for most of the school, and those that did see it- afraid that he would come to them at night with a knife, and no one dares to harm rich people - so Fiona was protected ... But her younger brother not so.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">To rehearse that Thursday came Jasper shivering with colored patches on face and clothes. "I... I... d... do not under... understand how you can d.... deal with it ev... ery day" He said when Artie took a clean towel from his bag and threw it toward the shaking blond boy. "Th... Thank you."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">This would have been, another depressing rehearsal about songs from Broadway /Journey ("As I came offstage I swore that I never sing any more musicals" "I can sing anything" "There are much better bands than Journey" "If I ever hear the word "pain" again, it will really start to hurt me ") If a boy, with short black hair, bright brown eyes and Oxford shirt, shouting "I'm not from here" would not have gone to the choir room.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Excuse me," the boy said with a British accent. "I would like to join glee club." "Oh, no another Irish ..." Britney said, still not recovered from the foreign guest who stayed at her last year.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I'm not Irish I'm English ... with an English called Irish, it's as bad as calling someone Scottish English ... even though I never understood why the Scottish do not want to be English ..."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Forget it." Mercedes said without looking up from playing 'fruit ninja. "

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Then I can try? My name is Harry ... I came here only today." "Do you happen to be a wizard?" Britney said with sparkling eyes. "No...." "Then why do they call you Harry?" "What's your name?" "Britney." "So I name is Harry the same reason your name is Britney." "Because your parents wanted to call you after a name of a pop singer?" "No..." "You do not a fast learner." Mercedes said, without looking up from the game.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"What song do you want to sing for us?" Said Will, finally agreed to get up out of his chair. "Well ... because of circumstances I do not think that I prepared is okay" "Are you going to sing a song of Britney Spears?" Britney asked as only Brittany can ask. "No ..." Harry said more directly than other times, apparently he does learn.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I sing a song from AVPM ..." "From what?" Blaine asked, when suddenly woke up. "A very potter musical ... It's kind of a parody that fans made, have it on YouTube." "What a genius make a parody about himself?" Asked Brittany, who never breaks down.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Harry rolled his eyes and ignored what she said. "May I have a guitar please?" He said the guitarist of the chorus ("is there someone who can play in on bass?") And received a black classic guitar ... Harry started to sing.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Hey dragon you dont gotta do this Lets reevaluate our options throw away our old presumptions cause really you dont wanna go through this

Im really not that special the Boy Who Lived is only flesh and bone the truth is in the end Im pretty useless without friends In fact Im alone Just like now but anyhow

I spend my time at school trying to be this cool guy I never even asked for I dont know any spells Still manage to do well But theres only so long that can last for Im living off the glory of some stupid childrens story I had nothing to do with I just sat there and got lucky so level with me buddy I cant defeat thee so please dont eat me All I can do is sing this song for you

HARRY: Lalalalala

the new direction: Rarararara

HARRY: Lalalalala Lalala

HARRY: (speaking) Thats right Dragon

HARRY: You never asked to be a dragon I never asked to be a champion We both just jumped on the band wagon But all we need is guitar jamming

HARRY: Lalalalala

the new direction:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Rarararara

HARRY: Lalalalala Lalala

HARRY: (speaking) Goodnight Dragon

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">After he had finished all turned toward Blaine answered "You know ... Your voice is familiar to me ... you're all right."

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<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Sue sat in her office, in most offices of sports teams coaches trophies are all magnificent displayed behind a desk. But for Sue Sylvester, The Legend of an international cheerleading, shelf poor one, in an office of a public school is not enough. Therefore, only standing behind her new trophies and most shiny, with a lifetime supply of protein powder.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Now as you see - no one would be here if I was not trying to ruin the glee club at every opportunity." She said the red-haired girl who sat in front of her in the uniform of Cheerios and still did not understand how to wear those red white flapper dresses - that only nodded politely.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"So what exactly do you want me to do?" She asked. "It's very simple - you know, Will receive anyone to the glee club, even if the sound of an alley cat being run over sounds better ..." "Yes ... but..." "All you have to do is join glee club, to sing, Schuster will have to accept you, not only you'll destroy the glee club from the inside, but you make him dressed and humiliated so bad that he would be willing to pay his money to the budget of Cheerios only that I will not remember it. "

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"But coach Sylvester ... You do not understand ..." "Now do you have an idea what song you will sing at the audition? It needs to be a song that makes people hate you ..." "Actually I have a song... But if you can please listen to me ..." "If you want to stay with these uniforms, I require you to get up, walk and to sing now!" "Yes, coach!" Red-haired girl said, and hurried from the office.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">The Red-headed girl went into the choir's room carefully Harry had just finished singing his song. "What do you want?" Tina said, she had unpleasant memories about the Cheerios, and Britney is the only cheerleader she could stand.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Hey Brittany what's up?" Said the cheerleader that seems she forgot why she's here. "We have a wizard in the club - his name is Harry." "Then I would like to try." "So ... what's your name and what are you going to sing?" Said Will, who looked happy more and more as time goes by. "My name is Kristina Simon, but everyone calls me, Kerry, and I want to sing the pretty girl rock I hope it's all right ..."

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">"I love this song!" Fiona exclaimed enthusiastically. "Me too!" Said May, who stopped her role as a judge in the blinking battle between Samuel and Cameron. "It's so empowering!" "Okay ... so maybe help me?" she asked the two ran to be pitted behind.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Fiona and May:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Uh uh uh aahh uh uh

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I can do the pretty girl rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Rock to the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Now, what's your name?

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Kerry:<span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">My name is Keri, I'm so very

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Boys wanna marry, looking at my deri

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Aye, you can stare but if you touch it imma bury

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Pretty as a picture

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Sweeter than a swisher

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that is wit ya

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I ain't gotta talk about it baby you can see it

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">But if you want I'll be happy to repeat it

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">My name is Keri, I'm so very

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Boys wanna marry, looking at my deri

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Aye, you can stare but if you touch it imma bury

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Pretty as a picture

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Sweeter than a swisher

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that is wit ya

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I can talk about it cause I know that I'm pretty

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">If you know it too then ladies sing it with me

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Kerry (with Fiona and May)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">All eyes on me when I walk in,

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">No question that this girl's a 10

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">My walk, my talk, the way I dress

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">It's not my fault so please don't trip

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Aye, now do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">All my ladies do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Now where you at?

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Kerry:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">If you're looking for me, you can catch me

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Cameras flashing, daddy's turned his head as soon as I passed him

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Girls think I'm conceited cause I know I'm attractive

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't worry about what I think, why don't you ask him?

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Owoaah!

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Get yourself together, don't hate (don't do it)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Jealousy's the ugliest trait (don't ever do it)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I can talk about it cause I know that I'm pretty

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">If you know it too then ladies sing it with me

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Kerry (with Fiona and May):<span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">All eyes on me when I walk in

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">No question that this girl's a 10

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">My walk, my talk, the way I dress

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">It's not my fault so please don't trip

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Doing the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock rock

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Do the pretty girl rock rock<span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi">

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Owoahaha!

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Although it is customary to applaud a performance the choir's room room, everyone applauded enthusiastically - now they are an official show choir. "Sectionals - here we come!"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Sue gave an angry look at Kerry, who tried to remain calm. "I'm really ashamed of you. Not only that they are now full of confidence - but everyone in the club can sing. Why did not you tell me you can sing? You're lucky you can do so many back flips without throwing up, otherwise I'd put you down from the top of the pyramid." "Sorry coach ..." "But seriously - why did not you tell me you can sing?" "But coach Sylvester, I tried!"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">On the next day all the glee members were prepared in the rehearsal room for ten to four. You could feel the excitement, armed with rockers, head cheerleader, a Broadway legend, a diva, someone with cool sunglasses, a boy in a wheelchair, Asian, British, and Brittany, they will be invincible! Exactly at four Will came to the classroom with a large manila envelope in his hands, everyone knew what it was - in this envelope are the ones they need to defeat. Correction - within this envelope are those they will defeat.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I see that everyone came early." Said Will with a wide smile on his face. "And can you guess what I hold in my hand?" "Beagle" said Britney. "How can a beagle get into such small envelope?" Said Harry, who, like Mercedes concluded - is not a fast learner. "Maybe it's a puppy." Britney replied. "There's a point there." Said May. "Yes, but who would put Beagle Puppies in an envelope?" said Samuel. "So maybe there are just bagels ..." Said Brittany.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I actually would love bagel." Cameron said a second later he had a huge bagel from Fiona. "Oh thank you ... anyone wants some??"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Can we please get off the subject of pastries salty and concentrate on what really matters?" Said Will mouthful of bagel. "I have here the teams we have to compete against them at sectionals."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Yeah right - you can fit two whole choruses into the envelope, but you cannot put a beagle puppy ..."Said Britney to herself.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Then ... drum roll!" Said Will, almost, and he asked for Finn to drum but then he remembered the Finn graduated school last year.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">All drummed with their hands like a drum sound, except for that Samuel took out his bag from drum and two sticks turned the radius of 10 feet around him to a drum set. "Show off" Kerry said with a smile. "Show off ... but can drum." He answered, not so smiling...

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Will opened the envelope. "Now two of our competitors are ... octave, from the private school Siilns." "Amusing pun." Cameron whispered to Samuel and May.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"And the choir / musical group: the Sirens, from the school for excellence and scientific orientation: Cooperssi." "So we have to compete against nerds?" Said Mercedes. "Never doubt the enemy." May said, this sentence appeared in a book she was reading, probably in a different style ... It was related to enemies.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed"><span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">The school of excellence and scientific orientation Cooperssi was at the end of the province. Samuel had to drive some miles until he came to school in a cube-shaped burgundy and gray ... He still could not understand why he had to go alone to spy on rival choir.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">None of the girls were involved, Blaine refused to spy on other school (although this kind of espionage brought him his boyfriend), Artie could not without attracting much attention and Cameron got the creeps every time they said the name "Cooperssi". So in principle it was either him or Harry. But because only one you should go, so as not to attract much attention - Harry can not go ... At least is not on the the normal side of the road.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Samuel entered in the most relaxed he could to the school. The truth, he did not feel any difference between the McKinley High School to High School the Cooperssi, in both ignoring him. He could still make it to their rehearsal room, watch everything they do and come back a hero, unless someone was calling him "Hey! Directions boy!"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">He turned to see a woman about his height, tanned, with curly brown hair, she was holding sheet music, and smiled widely. "Oh, hey. 'He said, as if he planned to get caught on purpose. "How'd you know I'm in new directions?" "Something very nice called Facebook." She said. "So ... were you going to spy on us ... What reaction do you want? The direct one or the nice one?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"We'll go on the the direct" He said trying to stand so he will look taller than the girl, that now he noticed was a head shorter than him, only with very high heels.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Okay ... just so you know that If you're going to spy on us it will not work for you -because this year we're going to kick your ass, and we're going to kick it so hard that correct calculations of mass, angle and intensity of a kick, we can send you all to the territorial waters of North Korea. " She replied, still with same big smile ... That now seems quite deadly.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Is it possible to actually get a nice response?" Samuel said, she does not need to kick anyone - enough for her to step on his foot with her ​​stiletto heels in order to get him into the emergency room.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"No problem" she said. The girl took a deep breath and smiled again, her creepy smile.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"Hey you're from new directions, right? What are you doing here? My name is Penelope ... Would you like me to do you a tour here at school? I can show you where the sirens are the rehearsals to the sectionals where we will kick you into the territorial waters of North Korea. "

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"That would be ... nice." Samuel said, trying to figure out what could be her maniac reaction

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"You know - not many come to visit." Said Penelope, with big steps. "I'm beginning to understand why... 'Samuel thought to himself.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Samuel learned during the tour on the Cooperssi, the name of the school actually based on the name of the Polish astronomer Copernicus, who believed that the earth moves around the sun before Galileo. The school's population is less than 300 students, and not everyone is from the region. There are some that are not even from Ohio.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">He also learned that the choir is called Sirens, because since its establishment, there was always a condition that only girls were singing ("This year we also have one boy!"), The role of director of the choir for them is only to be "adult supervision" and who is responsible for all the songs and Cerography is a a sophomore.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">Penelope stopped. "And here - here we do the rehearsals" and pointed at a piano that was placed the hallway.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"And we thought ours budget is low art ..." Samuel said, looking at the brown wooden block. "We do not need an auditorium, or a special player, or an orchestra that plays for us."Penelope said, giving a bulge on the piano. "If you want to come - we organize at five, rehearsals - You're welcome to stay and watch."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed">"I'm sorry," said Samuel, "but it's an hour's drive each way ..." And walked toward the exit "By the way," she shouted to him. "Never try to be an agent of the FBI!"

Sectionals
<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And here comes the sectionals. I do not think I should expand on what they went through ... because it does not matter and not really important. (And in between us - the songs were not something incredible) All members of the new directions took the special bus (that costs three hundred dollars. The truth that's a funny story how they got the money ... but it's for another time) and went to the auditorium at the sectionals competition held this year.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">The choir came to the hall, whispering with excitement. Will went to fill last-minute forms while the club looked at the order listed. The first they are those octaves from the private school - after them, they are - and finally, the Sirens.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And - another time when going to talk only about one million dollars: entered the room (and with very high heels), Penelope. "Hi directions!" She said, her smile this time was much less deadly "and... bad spy, yet hot"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"Hey ... Penelope" said Samuel, his smile was awkward, but less than Cameron's that he looked if he were trying to hide from her. "So... You after the choir with the pun? Well - break a leg."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"You too, not literally ..." said Samuel, who was trying to get Cameron off his back. (Literally)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"Listen - I can talk to you privately?" Asked Penelope's and beckoned to him. Samuel's followed her, looking at her heels, and more and more afraid from breaking a leg. (Break, perforate - What's the difference?) "So - how was rehearsals at the end?" Samuel's asked with a smile, trying to stay away from legs Penelope's. "I hope you do not think there will be something between us ..." Said Penelope's, and her smile instantly deleted - and also Samuel's. "What something?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"I don't want you to conclude mistaken conclusions." Said Penelope, the most serious that he heard her "Yes, I was nice to you when I was supposed to come up with tear gas, but we're just too different ... and besides - I and my boyfriend performing the first song together. " "Your boyfriend?"

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"I hope you understand Sam ... It's not you ... Well, actually it's you. If you were coming week - two weeks earlier you might had a chance ..." "I never meant to go there..." said Samuel, who this time took a step back and this time her shoes were not related to it. "You do not have to pretend ... I know I'm nothing special ... if I ever need a bad spy in Kinky I know how to find you." She said and waved him goodbye.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Octaves came up first - they were cool ... They are not good enough to present you with the song they performed and they are not so interesting as well. Just a school of rich people, who came to the choir to miss classes.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Followed - the focus of our story, "New Directions". May, against her will, was required to perform the ballad - "New Soul" of somebody's doing really well in France (probably an attempt to compensate for the competition in Paris last year). She stood behind the curtain - preparing to enter from behind like it was a big surprise (it's totally not her idea - this is Will's idea).

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">She had quit biting her nails, and now has only the fingers to bite, and she tried it, that's kind of painful. Suddenly Cameron came. (Now all the girls have to do that "Aaaaaaaaaaaa he is so cute" because he sure looked very cute in the clothes they choose to perform with)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"Hey May," he said, smiling at the rhyme he came up with, "Is everything OK?" "No!" She screamed. "Everything is not OK! I'm a terrible pressure, I promised myself- once I get down of this stage - the spotlight above me turns off ... I can't go on like this ... I promised myself I will not sing Showtunes again!" "Okay!" Said Cameron tries to shut her up without putting a hand over her mouth "Three things I to tell you."

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">"One - New Soul is not from a musical, it was on Apple's commercial. It is Broadway clean, although I'm not sure about its commercial cleanliness." "Second, do not worry about Showtunes, you can just call it songs, that appear in particular shows where putting songs between the lines, and this is very common on Broadway ... and on Disney Channel." "They call it Showtunes." She murmured quickly. "And third and last -" Cameron said this time he shut her mouth with his hand.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Cameron came to May (trying to get his hand out of her mouth with a bite - but it did not help) and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You'll be great." He said, lowering his hand from the mouth and went to get ready. Then she stood there with a stupid smile, trying not to faint. Suddenly she got a sign of charge. She opened the curtain and began to sing.

I'm a new soul 

I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take.

But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear

''Finding myself making every possible mistake. ''

La la la

La

Lala

Lala la

La

Lala

La la la

La la la

La la la ''I'm a young soul in this very strange world'Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake.'But why all this hate?'Try to communicate.'Finding trust and love, it's not always easy to make. 'La la la'La'Lala'Lala la'La'Lala'La la la'La la laLa la la'' <p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And the first time she understood the meaning of the words of the song, and realized this song really suits her. During the performance, she noticed some admiring glances from the crowd. But did not notice the smile plastered on his face of Cameroon. "I told you it would work ..." whispered Samuel. For someone who was dumped by someone he did not mean to hit on, actually have some romantic ideas

This is a happy end,

Cause you don't understand

Everything you have done.

''Why's everything so wrong? ''

This is a happy end.

Come and give me your hand

I'll take you far away...

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear

Finding myself making every possible mistake!

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">After she finished singing all came to sing the chorus to sing Wheels by The Foo Fighters, because with some begging, even you can get a non- Journey song from Will Schuster.

Artie:

I know what you're thinkin'

B-1 goin' down

I can feel us sinkin'

But then I came around

And everyone I've loved before

Flashed before my eyes

And nothin' mattered anymore

I looked into the sky

Artie and the new Directions:

Well I wanted something better, man

I wished for something new

And I wanted something beautiful

I wished for something true

Been lookin' for a reason, man

Something to lose

the new Directions:

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)

And you feel like it's all over

There's another round for you

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)

And you feel like it's all over

There's another round for you

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">They finished the song and went to see the last show today - from school for excellence and scientific orientation Cooperssi - the Sirens. On stage sat two students on stools, one who is very low, with high heels (probably Penelope) and another guy with a guitar (probably her boyfriend), and they began to sing.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> The boy:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run from hate

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run from prejudice

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run from pessimists

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">But I run too late

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> Penelope: 

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run my life

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Or is it running me

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Run from my past

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run too fast

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Or too slow it seems

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> Penelope and the boy:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">When lies become the truth

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">That's when I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">This world keeps spinning faster

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Into a new disaster, so I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you, baby

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And when it all starts coming undone

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Baby, you're the only one I run to

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">We run on fumes

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Your life and mine

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Like the sands of time

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Slippin’ right on through

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And our love's the only truth

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">That's why I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">This world keeps spinning faster

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Into a new disaster, so I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you, baby

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And when it all starts coming undone

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Baby, you're the only one I run to

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> the boy:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Whoa-oh-whoa

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> Penelope:

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Oh, I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed"> The boy and Penelope: 

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">This world keeps spinning faster

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Into a new disaster, so I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you, baby

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">And when it all starts coming undone

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Baby, you're the only one I run to

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you, I run to you, yeah

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Whoa-oh-whoa

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Oh, I run to you

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">I run to you girl

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Whoa-oh-whoa

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">Samuel could not compete with him - he can not sing country. And he did not care so much. After this song all the girls of the band came - and sang the second song.

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> The Sirens: 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> A girl who had twice the height Penelope, pale skin and brown hair: <span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Well, they said it was time for changing

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Rise and shine

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Everybody's making it, but you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">And they told you to trust your dreaming

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">But it's hard to believe a feeling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">That you just don't know

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> The Sirens: 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> A blonde girl that her dance moves were very impressive and looks as if she is responsible for what goes on here: 

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">You can try and walk on water

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">In the end everybody

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Walks all over you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">No, you don't like the sight of mirrors

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Cause you're scared that the face

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Will see, will look just like before

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> The Sirens:  <span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> A girl with black hair and green highlights: <span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi">

All I want is you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Let me take you back

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Where you once belong

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">All I want is you

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">It will be alright if you come along

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">You were never gone

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">During the song winked in the direction of Cameron (and flirted openly with him) ... That's probably why he's so afraid of Cooperssi - but Why does he knew her?

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; "> The Sirens: <span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">''<span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

''<span dir="RTL" lang="HE" style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Even an angel can end up falling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Don't you cry, because you're crawling

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Start again, it's a beautiful morning

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">For satellites

<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; ">Satellites

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">During the rest of the number the audience could no longer sit quietly and clapped his hands as he stood / joined dance the very cool that they made.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">After the song was over, it's time to say who the winners. Third - octave group. Well this was expected - their school called silence. And in first place...

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">.

<p style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi: embed">The sirens?

Music

 * LA LA- Land, by Demi Lovato, sang by May Salin.


 * Use Me, by Bill Withers, sang by Samuel Larsen.


 * Ain't No Other Man, by Christina Aguilera, sang by Fiona Levins.


 * Long Distance Call , by Phoenix, sang by Cameron Mitchell.
 * Hey Dragon, fron A Very Potter Musical, sang by Harry Issacs.
 * Pretty Girl Rock, by Keri Hilson, Sang by Kristina Simon with May and Fiona
 * New Soul, By Yael Naim, Sang by May Salin
 * Wheels , By Foo Fighters, Sang by Artie And the New Directions
 * I Run to You , By Lady Antebellum, Sang by Penelope ''' and an unnamed guy.
 * Satellites , By September, Sang by The Sirens.

Main characters

 * Will Schuester.
 * Brittney Pearce
 * Tina Cohen-Chang.
 * Artie Abrams
 * Blaine Anderson
 * Mercedes Jones
 * May Salin
 * Samuel Larsen
 * Fiona Levins
 * Jusper Levins
 * Cameron Mitchell.
 * Harry Issacs
 * Kristina Simon

Guest Stars

 * Penelope

Trivia

 * although in the show Mercedes is supposed to graduate at the end of season 4, she is considered as a junior in order to "fill place"

Images
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