His heart was beating fast, like a train rolling down the track as he walked into the audition room, glancing around as a set of junk met his eye on the stage. The setting was quite disappointing, as it seemed to just be a pile of unwanted wood and garbage, where a plump, elderly woman now stood singing 'Hey Big Spender' by Shirley Bassey in the lowest voice he had ever heard a woman use to sing. He shouldn't have been nervous, he was used to this kind of stuff, after all, he had been on stage a numerous amount of times whilst in high school, being in Glee Club and all. But he hadn't really been on stage since those days, and the only reason he was going to be now, was Bryan Ryan.

Bryan Ryan.

Many of the kids at school would know how much he hated the guy. He'd always throw insults at him, and do his best to show him up in front of the whole school. And being the geeky, nervous young boy that he was, he would never have the guts to do anything about it. But he knew inside that he was a good singer, and he proved that every time he got on stage. Personally, he thought Bryan was jealous of his talent, that might have been why he was so nasty. Or, it could have been for another reason, which he was secretly hoping was the reason, but he wasn't going to say anything. He just wanted to get this thing over and done with. His train of thoughts were soon interrupted though, as he felt a hand slam hard onto his shoulder.

"Ready for this, Schuester?" Bryan sneered with a smirk on his face.

Will simply rolled his eyes. "Course I am, I'm always ready."

Bryan chuckled and stood dramatically next to a seat. "Out of my way, as I am about to audition for the role of Jean Valjean."

"Really? That's who I'm auditioning for too."

Bryan stood up straight and looked at him. "Oh.. What are you singing?"

"Well, I was gonna sing The Impossible Dream."

"Me too."

Will frowns over at him, this was typical Bryan Ryan attitude. "But then.. I decided on Aerosmith's Dream On."

"Oh, so did I."

"Hey, you-!"

"Is there a problem?" A short, fat and pretty prosper man span around in his seat, glaring at the pair in annoyance. Judging by the clipboard in his hand, the glasses on the top of his head and the way he was dressed, this man was the Director of the play.

"Yeah, there is. This guy just stole my song!"

"I don't know him. His caretaker just walked away, I overheard him mention he was a sex offender." Bryan whispered, a coy smile appearing on his face. Will was about to say something, possibly thump him on the back for making him out to be a fool, once again, but the Director stopped him.

"I don't have time, sing it as a duet!"

The pair looked at each other, a look of bewilderment on their faces. Will had to pretend to look shocked, because the truth of the matter was, he actually liked the idea of duetting with Bryan. He'd always admired his voice, and whenever he sang, it would send chills down his spine every time. He kept his eyes on him, taking in the beauty of his face as he looked back at him. But this was no time for thinking about things like that. This was his chance to shine and to prove to Bryan that he had talent, he had more than talent.

He had the voice.

Every time that I look in the mirror,

All these lines on my face getting clearer.

The past has gone, it went by like dusk to dawn.

Isn't that the way everybody's got their dues in life to pay?

Why was there a sudden feeling of.. admiration spiralling through the cords of his heart? Bryan simply stood there, watching him sing with a face full of what seemed to be, hatred, towards him. Not that he could blame him, after the way he treated him. But despite all that, it wasn't really because Bryan hated Will. It was because he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that Will Schuester had the perfect voice, the looks, everything. Yet all the girls fell for him, and wanted to be with him, which he never understood, because.. frankly, Will was gorgeous. He couldn't deny that. He cleared his throat as his part came up, jumping up onto the back of the props as he starts singing.

I know, nobody knows,

Where it comes and where it goes,

I know everybody's sin,

You got to lose to know, how to win.