It was a new year at McKinley high school and William Shuester was walking down the hall with a glee club signup sheet. He pinned it on the notice board. "A new year William and it's going to be a good one." One Sue Sylvester said. "Yeah your right Sue." The teacher replied and they walked away. A boy who looks similar to one Noah Puckerman looks at the list, his older brother had told him about the New Directions and how good it was so he thought he should take his brother's place but he didn't want to be the first to sign up so he walked away. That was Nate Puckerman a new freshman at McKinley. He looks like his older brother but doesn't have a Mohawk and a bit shorter but he's still growing.

Sam, Artie, Brittany, Blaine and Tina were walking down the hall when they noticed the glee signup sheet. "We all knew it was going to happen sooner or later." Sam said. "Well looks like a new year, a new glee family." Tina said and they sighed. "I'm going to miss seeing everyone else in that choir room." Blaine said. The bell ran, "We better get to class." Artie said and the group of seniors walked off in their separate directions.

Nate Puckerman walked back up to the signup sheet for glee club he noticed three other people had signed up: Lilly Hamilton, Dylan Cameron and Juliet Ramos. He got a pen out of his pocket and wrote his name down. There hopefully his brother will be proud of him for following in his footsteps.

It was the day of the glee club audition and the current glee club member where sitting in the auditorium a few rows behind Mr. Shue. "Lilly Hamilton" Mr Shue read from off the list and a girl of average height walked onto stage, she had a cheerio uniform on and she had long blonde hair curled and tied up in a high pony. She walked to the microphone. "What will you be singing?" Mr Shue asked. "I will be singing 'Who You Are' by Jessie J" she answered. The music started behind her and she started singing.

"I stare at my reflection in the mirror
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf
No, no, no, no

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are

Who you are
Who you are
Who you are

Who you are
Who you are
Who you are

Who you are
Who you are
Who you are

Who you are
Who you are

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould, yeah
The more I try the less is working, yeah,
'Cause everything inside me screams, no, no, no, no

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing

It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising
There's nothing wrong with who you are

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows
Like woo, just go, and leave me alone
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight
With a smile
That's my own
That's my own, no
No, no, no, no

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing
It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising
Just be true to who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah"

She finished the song and there was a loud clap of applause. "That was amazing." Mr Shuester said, Lilly walked off the stage. "She kind of reminds me of Quinn." Tina whispered to Brittany and she agreed. "Dylan Cameron." Mr Shue said and a tall-ish boy walked on. He had brown hair and he was wearing jeans, converse and a 'the who' t-shirt. "And what will you be singing?" "I will be singing 'Lady Madonna' by The Beatles." Dylan said and music started playing.

"Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money? when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Mondays child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.

See how they run.
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,
Listen to the music playing in your head.

Tuesday afternoon is never ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night you stockings needed mending.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet."

He finished singing and walked off stage. "Juliet Ramos." Mr Shue said and she walked on to the stage. She was wearing knee high black converse, red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a picture of Michael Jackson on it. "What will you be singing?" he added. "I will be singing 'I am Changing' from Dreamgirls." She said and started to sing.

"Look at me, Look at me
I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I'll be better than I am
I'm trying to find a way to understand
But I need you, I need you
I need a hand
I am changing
Seeing everything so clear
I am changing
I'm gonna start right now, right here
I'm hoping to work it out
And I know that I can
But I need you, I need a hand

All of my life I've been a fool
Who said I can do it all alone?
How many good friends have I already lost?
How many dark nights have I known?
Walking down that wrong road
There was nothing I could find
All those years of darkness
Could make a person blind
But now I can see

I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I'll be better than I am
But I need a friend
To help me start all over again,Oh
That would be just fine
I know it's gonna work out this time
'Cause this time I am
This time I am
I am changing
I'll get my life together now
I am changing
Yes I know how
I'm gonna start again
I'm gonna leave my past behind
I'll change my life
I'll make a vow and nothings gonna stop me now"

She finished singing and everyone clapped. "Is it just me or is she like Mercedes?" Sam asked. "I know what you mean; she does remind me of her." Artie said. "And last but not least, Nate Puckerman." Mr Shue said and the boy walked onto the stage. "I will be singing 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran." Nate said and started to play guitar.

"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
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And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die"

He finished singing and there was a loud thunderous applause.