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This chapter has a lot more in the way of songs than the previous two, but one of them is an original song of mine that is called Please Just Shut Up. It's a working title so any name suggestions are welcome!

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BTW I am English, so if I get any of the school stuff wrong, feel free to correct me!

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Marley P.O.V

Marley sat up in bed. Why was it that the best lyrics and song melodies always came to her when she was lying down in bed, trying to switch her brain off so she could sleep? It was half past 4 in the morning for goodness sake! She was only awake in the first place because the dog next door wouldn't stop barking, and it seemed that she was locked out of Morpheus' realm.

Now that it seemed that she wasn't getting anymore sleep, Marley decided to get up and write her song idea down, in order to prevent her forgetting it come morning. Marley was glad that her mom had soundproofed her room somewhat, so that she wouldn't wake her up in the middle of the night with her playing.

An hour and a half later and the song was finished, however Marley was already slightly regretting skipping out on sleep as it wouldn't be long before her mom would come in to wake her up for school, so she couldn't even grab a little extra sleep before school started. On the other hand, Marley felt like the song had turned out well, it wasn't the best song she had ever written, but it was alright. She had pulled upon her feelings from being bullied at her previous schools and it had just kind of evolved on the page.

She sat down on her bed, picked up her guitar and started to play through the song again, recording it into an app on her phone so that she wouldn't forget the tune.

I walk away from you again,

Not quite sure what you want from me.

Time after time you criticise

But I can't help, but wonder.

What do you want from me?

What do you gain,

From trying to hurt me?

'Cause you won't win this game.

I've learned to grow stronger,

You're not good enough.

It's just kind of pathetic

Why don't you give up?

Why don't you give up?

You shout to me from across the hall

As if we're some kind of "friends".

You walk alongside me, calling me names,

And I try just to let it bounce off.

But

What do you want from me?

What do you gain,

From trying to hurt me?

'Cause you won't win this game.

I've learned to grow stronger,

You're not good enough.

It's just kind of pathetic

Why don't you give up?

Why don't you give up?

Just because on the outside

It doesn't seem to bother me,

Doesn't mean I'm not dying inside.

Sometimes I want to make you see

That those to whom you are cruel

Will all come back one day to haunt you.

What do you want from me?

What do you gain,

From playing this cold-hearted

Cruel, twisted game?

I may have grown stronger,

But other's they don't.

And if you're not careful,

They'll tie a noose round their throats.

So,

What do you want from me?

What do you gain,

From trying to hurt me?

'Cause you won't win this game.

I've learned to grow stronger,

You're not good enough.

It's just kind of pathetic

Why don't you give up?

Why don't you give up?

Please, just shut up!

The last guitar chord rung through the air and Marley smiled. She loved finishing off a song. Most of the songs that she wrote ended up coming out okay, but there were a few, like the one that she had written that morning, that gave her a sense of satisfaction in completion. There was something she loved in the creation of something new.

Marley picked up her songbook from in front of her and made a couple of small adjustments to the lyrics and chords that she had ad-libbed when she has played it though, and decided to keep. She would have to put it into proper sheet music later, and add the piece to the folder of music she kept. Her songbook was solely what she used when she was in the middle of writing songs. The book itself was quite messy; ideas scribbled out here, a few extra pieces of paper stuffed there. The piece of paper that the song Marley had just written was on one of those extra pieces of paper. There wasn't much point wasting more paper when it was just going to be written up properly later. She would hopefully have time for that after school.

On the subject of school, Marley looked at the clock and saw that she needed to start to get ready for her second day at McKinley. It didn't take long to go about her normal morning routine, and before she knew it she was at school.

Marley didn't see Harry until third period that day. As they were both 'the new students' the History teacher, Mr Schuester, let them sit next to each other. However, that did mean the two of them had to sit right at the front. On the plus side, they both had made it on time to the lesson. Marley had been a few minutes late to both her other classes that morning, and brought the attention of everyone upon her. Marley shuddered at the memory. She didn't mind being at the centre of attention when she was performing, but the glares that she was getting from some of the cheerleaders were truly chilling. Marley was just glad that she already had a sort-of friend at this school and didn't have to go through it alone.

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Harry POV

Harry's day had been interesting to say the least. His first two lessons had been alright, the teacher of the double period had just set them off on group tasks, researching something to do with Biology. They had complete free reign over the subject, which meant that, yes, many of the groups of boys did go down a slightly crude line of research. The only thing was that during the last half hour of the double period they were expected to present their findings in some way, shape or form.

Harry had been placed in a group with Unique, who for some reason was in this class with him, and a couple of other girls Harry didn't know. He had been told their names, but had forgotten them pretty quickly. Unique had somehow convinced the other girls to sing their findings. It had been a parody of Hey, Soul Sister by Train.

Hey-ay. Hey-ay-ay-ay-ayyy, Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay-ayyyy.

Your heart it pumps,

Blood to the body, hea-art, and the lungs.

It starts with atrial systole,

Where both atriums contract and force the blood out.

Both valves are closed,

At the start but then the AV valve opens

Due to the increased pressure,

And so the blood flows into the ventricle.

Hey, blood system,

That's enclosed in blood vessels

Like arteries, capillaries.

The way you pump 'ain't fair you know.

Hey, blood system,

I don't want to miss a single thing you do

When you pump.

Hey-ay. Hey-ay-ay-ay-ayyy, Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay-ayyyy.

After a slight delay,

Ventricular systole comes into play.

It gives the blood direction,

It takes it to the body and to the lungs.

I'm so obsessed,

My heart is bound to beat forcing all the blood out,

Before it fills again

During both atrial and ventricular diastole.

Hey, blood system,

That's enclosed in blood vessels

Like arteries, capillaries.

The way you pump 'ain't fair you know.

Hey, blood system,

I don't want to miss a single thing you do

When you pump.

The way you oxygenate

Is to take all the blood to the lungs,

Where it diffuses in

And then it is held in red blood cells

(In haemoglobin)

Hey, blood system,

That's enclosed in blood vessels

Like arteries, capillaries.

The way you pump 'ain't fair you know.

Hey, blood system,

I don't want to miss a single thing you do

When you pump.

Hey-ay. Hey-ay-ay-ay-ayyy, Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay-ayyyy.

When you pump.

Hey-ay. Hey-ay-ay-ay-ayyy, Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay-ayyyy.

When you pump.

Harry didn't know the song, although this parody version was now stuck in his head, and so had gotten away with just holding a diagram and bobbing in the background, whilst the girls did the actual singing part. Unique threw in some harmonies in parts of the song, but whenever she did the other two girls ended up singing off key. The two girls didn't seem to be overly pleased to be singing in front of everyone, but Harry thought they did okay. At the end of the performance there was some awkward applause from the teacher, but everyone else just looked bored.

History wasn't as bad, Harry had been able to sit with Marley for the lesson. But American History was just plain confusing. It probably didn't help that Harry hated history anyway. After having Professor Binns, any history at all threatened to make him fall asleep. Mr Schuester wasn't as bad a teacher as Professor Binns, but he tried far too hard to engage the students and so in the process lost their respect.

Harry was glad that he had a free period next, because Muggle School seemed to be a lot more boring than it used to be. That may have just been because he had a magical education to compare it too.

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After History had finished Harry and Marley took a trip to their lockers to get rid of their unneeded books. Harry had just closed the door to his locker when there was a tap on his shoulder. Harry immediately crouched and span, sweeping the feet whoever had touched him from underneath them. The person hit the floor with an 'oomph'. Harry looked up to see there was also a small group of people who had somehow gotten behind him without him noticing.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at the ragtag bunch of students. The group looked to be in shock at Harry's actions, as did Marley, whose jaw had actually dropped.

"We wanted to thank you." The guy in the wheelchair, which Harry recognised from the previous day as 'Artie', said as the person he had floored got up.

"Thank me?" Harry asked. What did they want to thank him for?

"We wanted to thank you for knocking some sense back into us. We won nationals last year, and the school suddenly loved us, I guess we got so caught up in our fame that we became what we hated most." One of the girls stood behind Artie elaborated. Harry was shocked. They were thanking him for having a go at them?

"We hope you reconsider joining glee club." Another guy with brown curly hair, who was also the guy that Harry had floored, said, "It would be a shame that we scared away a potential member in a moment of lapsed judgement."

"Uh, sure." Harry said, still baffled by these people.

"Great!" One of the girls said, "Auditions are today at lunch. There's a signup sheet on the extracurriculars board."

"Which is where?" Marley asked, speaking for the first time since the conversation had started, "We're both kind of new here."

"And where are the auditions taking place?" Harry added.

"In the auditorium. I could show you where the extracurriculars board is if you want?" Artie said.

Marley smiled, "That'd be great."

Artie showed them the way and both Marley and Harry signed up. It was only once Artie had left that Harry realised that he had no clue what he was going to sing. There was only an hour or so until the auditions started. He had to pick and probably learn a song, and quickly! Harry mentioned this problem to Marley.

"I already know which song I'm going to sing. So I can help you if you want?"

"Thanks," Harry said. "I haven't a clue where to start."

"Well, what kind of songs do you like?" Marley asked.

Harry smiled sheepishly.

"I've never really listened to much music." He told Marley, who looked at him weirdly, "My aunt didn't like it in the house much, unless it was her music. The boarding school I went to didn't allow electronics and there wasn't really a choir or anything there, well apart from my second year there, but that fell through due to lack of interest. So, yeah I haven't really heard that much music at all."

Marley looked thoughtful. "What songs have you heard then? It's better to go with something that you know, at least a little."

Harry thought back to when his aunt would play music around the house. There had been that one about girls having fun that Harry had a vague memory of playing in the house before Uncle Vernon had turned it off.

"There is this one song. I think it's called 'Girls just wanna have fun'."

"By Cindi Lauper? That's an okay song." Marley said, looking like she was trying to not laugh at the song choice, "Maybe we could do something to make it a bit different, like changing the words or something."

"It's in a happy key normally isn't it?" Harry said, using his very basic music knowledge, "We could put it into a minor one."

Marley blinked. "That's actually a really good idea!" She said, her eyes twinkling in her excitement.

"Instead of this," Marley said and sang a small part of the song, "Putting it into this key." Marley demonstrated what she meant.

Harry looked around and suggested that they go into an empty classroom or something so that they didn't disturb anyone. Marley agreed with him and so the two found an empty classroom to practise in. Marley wrote down the lyrics to the song and sang the first verse in the new minor key. Harry echoed her and carried on the song, his eyes closed, hoping that he was doing this key change thing right. There was something about singing that just set him free. It was even better than flying and quidditch! Nobody back in England had known about his love for singing. His aunt had discouraged him as Uncle didn't like music at all, he thought it was a pastime for 'pansies', and apparently Harry had a voice like nails on a blackboard. But Harry was sceptical about anything that Vernon insisted was fact.

He got to the end of the song and opened his eyes, looking to Marley for her opinion. She was looking at him gobsmacked.

"Are you sure that you've never had any singing lessons or anything?" The girl asked.

"No." Harry said cautiously.

"I think that you're not going to have any problem getting into glee club. You didn't even have to look at the lyrics and got them almost perfect, but what you did with them was even better! And you're change to the minor key was spot on throughout! Oh my goodness, you have such an amazing voice Harry!" Marley gushed, making Harry blush. He wasn't that good, was he? The bell rang, interrupting whatever else she was going to say.

"We should probably grab some lunch before heading over to the auditorium. I don't think I'll be able to stomach anything until after the audition though." Harry said, changing the subject.

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Before he knew it he was stood on the side of the stage waiting for his name to be called to audition. Marley had already had her turn. She had sung a song called 'New York State of Mind. Harry had been mesmerised by her voice once again. There was something about Marley's voice that was almost magical.

"Harry Evans" Mr Schuester called. Harry took a deep breath to steady himself and walked out on stage. He walked out up to the microphone and took it out of the stand.

"Hi, um, I'm Harry Evans and I'll be singing 'Girls just wanna have fun' by Cindi Lauper." Someone snickered from the audience. Harry put the mic back into the stand and hummed his starting note.

She comes home in the morning light

Her mother says when you gonna live your life right

Oh mother dear you're not the fortunate ones

And girls they want to have fun

Oh those girls just want to have fun

Ooh

Harry sang the first part a cappella and nodded to the onstage band to join in, and so one guy with a guitar joined in for the next verse.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

Her father yells what you gonna do with your life

Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

But girls they want to have fun

A girl with a tambourine joined in next.

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

When the working day is done oh

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

When the working day is done

Those girls - just want to have fun

Oh those girls just want to have fun ooh

The tambourine girl waited until the next chorus to join in again.

Some boys take a beautiful girl

And hide her away from the rest of the world

She want to be the one who walks in the sun

And girls they want to have fun

It was on the last chorus that the person on drums and electric and bass guitarists joined in for the climax of the song, dropping out at the end so that it was just the guitar was still playing with him for the last two lines.

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

When the working day is done oh

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

When the working day is done

Those Girls - they want to have fun

Oh those girls just want to have fun ooh.

Harry smiled, happy with his performance and opened his eyes, having closed them at some point in his performance. There was silence from the audience. No applause, despite what looked like half of the glee club being there watching. You could have heard a pin drop. Harry stepped away from the microphone, and turned to walk off the stage.

It was then that the people watching must have realised he was leaving as they all burst into applause.

"Thank you Harry." Mr Schuester said neutrally, "The list of people who have been accepted into Glee Club will be up on the extracurriculars board by the end of the week."

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People are ignoring Stu

That makes Stu feel blue

And if you don't review

Stu will make you rue

Your decision through and though.