Hello! Just updating here! This chapter is the people that signed up auditions. So yeah…enjoy! And I will have a couple of the characters that didn't appear last chapter appear here. I'm gradually having the characters come. I would like to thank ray4ruffles for helping me with the story. You are awesome! Now onto the story yes?

Today was Friday, the day of auditions, and Will could barely contain his excitement. He could sense the new talent coming on the horizon. This new generation of members was going to be great, he could feel it.

As the final bell rang, his enthusiasm grew even greater. This was it: auditions were starting in mere minutes. He quickly pushed all of the papers on his desk into a messy stack, jumping up from his desk and eagerly grabbing his clipboard with the kids' names on it as he ran out the door.

Walking to the auditorium, he remembered having auditions for Glee Club 3 years ago: the days of limitless possibilities behind a veil of unknown characters and potential. As much as he loved working to build up the team with his kids in the following years, he couldn't deny the thrill of those beginning days. He opened the door to the auditorium, nodded to Brad as the pianist set himself up to the left of center stage, and took in a deep breath of air as he found his seat in the auditorium.

Let the auditions begin.

Emma entered the backstage area feeling all types of knots tied in her stomach. In her sixteen years, she'd never felt as nervous as she did now. But it was a good kind of nerves: she couldn't wait to get on that stage and perform her song. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, the brunette peered out into the auditorium and saw Mr. Schue setting up near the back. She returned to her spot behind the curtains and began pacing around. This was not a problem, she reminded herself. She had put together an entire edition of the paper in a week after Bai Lee Walker suddenly stepped down from editor the first week of school—she could definitely do this.

"Emma Malley!" Mr. Schue called out from his desk in the audience. Emma took a deep breath and walked onto the stage with a bright show smile plastered on her face. When she reached the center of the stage she finally spoke. "I'll be singing 'Unwell' by Matchbox 20 as my audition song," she told Mr. Schue, who nodded as a signal for her to begin.

All day starin' at the ceilin' makin' friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices tellin' me that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for somethin'
Hold on, feelin' like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

She got lost in the music. Emma knew these lyrics, she was these lyrics. Really, that's how she felt so often now: unwell, like she was lost, with no one there for her. A sort of shell with all the right parts—clubs, sports, a good rung on the school hierarchy, a caring boyfriend—and yet completely on her own.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

I'm talkin' to myself in public, dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talkin' about me
I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think
There must be somethin' wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinkin', somehow I've lost my mind

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talkin' in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're takin' me away

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

Will sat stunned in the dim light of the audience. Her voice was amazing, hitting her notes with precision, and the emotion pouring from her into the song was so raw, so real, he couldn't help but be drawn to her.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be yeah, how I used to be

How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be, how I used to be
I'm just a little unwell

The last notes faded away and Emma waited in silence, biting her lip hard as she looked out at the teacher for a comment, critique, anything.

"Emma," Mr. Schue began, breaking into a wide grin. "That was amazing! I'm speechless—except to say welcome to Glee!"

Emma's stage smile morphed into a happier, more honest expression of surprise and delight. "Really? Thanks!" she exclaimed, before composing herself and exiting professionally off the stage—though her smile never left her face.

Dylan stood just beyond the curtains. He had been listening to Emma sing and was surprised she had a voice like that, though why was beyond him: she was perfect at everything she attempted, why would singing be any different? Hopefully, he would make just as good of an impression.

"Dylan Jamieson!" Mr. Schuester called out, causing Dylan to tense up. He'd done tons of auditions, even for some musicals, but the butterflies still tried to choke him every time. And this wasn't a chorus part. It felt different—more like a lead. Of a musical. Suddenly the gawky teen was even more anxious, but he forced himself forward: he'd pull through like he did with everything else in his life. The freshman walked to the center of the stage slowly, running through the many theater calming techniques he'd acquired over the years.

"For my audition, I will be singing Five For Fighting's 'Superman'," he stated clearly—at least he was a good speaker. He brushed his hair from his face nervously as Mr. Schue gestured his readiness. As the piano started the introduction, Dylan took a deep breath and sang.

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

Dylan had adopted this song as his own since the first time he'd heard it when he was twelve. Despite the brave face he put on for his brothers, some days he couldn't subdue the overwhelming belief that he'd stopped having a home the moment his mother died. That so much of the freshman's life was so wrong. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to escape, but he sucked it in and continued.

It may sound absurd but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream?
And it's not easy to be me

Up up and away away from me
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

One word Will had as he watched Dylan; unbelievable. This kid was astounding! (Okay, that was two words.) His bari-tenor even briefly reminded him of an odd but skillful melding of Puck and Finn.

Inside of me, inside of me, yeah
Inside of me, inside of me

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy, it's not easy to be me

The song ended, and Dylan looked out to the teacher, proud of his performance. He wasn't bad—or at least that's what he thought.

"Dylan, your song was fantastic," Will complimented him. "You really have an incredible voice. Welcome: Glee is lucky to have you."

Dylan's eyes widened. He was in? He was good enough? The boy pushed his brown mane away from his face, grinning widely. "Thanks Mr. Schue!" the freshman replied, walking off the stage. As he reached the door, he nodded to himself in affirmation: he'd made it.

Everett opened the backstage door and came confidently marching in. Despite the awkward student he tended to be at McKinley, on the stage he wasn't nervous—not one bit. He'd performed in front of bigger, tougher audiences than his Spanish teacher before: he could do this easily.

"Everett Harrison!" Mr. Schuester called out. Everett smiled and took a few steps onto the lit hardwood. "Hi. I'm going to be singing 'Grow For Me' from the musical Little Shop of Horrors, but before I do that, may I put out a couple of props?"

Though Will's eyebrow quirked up in surprise, he smiled and nodded, gesturing for the boy to do what he needed to. "Thanks." Emmet replied, pulling out a small table and a chair, and placing a plastic flower and spray bottle on top of the table. Finally, he pulled a pair of Coke-bottle glasses from his pocket and slipped them onto his face. "Okay I'll start now." Will chuckled, bobbing his head once again and leaning forward, intrigued at the performance that was about to commence.

I've given you sunshine.
I've given you dirt.
You've given me nothin'
But heartache and hurt!
I'm beggin' you sweetly.
I'm down on my knees.
Oh please,
Grow for me?

Everett sang to the plant with all of his heart, willing his plastic prop to perk up.

I've given you plant food
And water to sip.
I've given you pot-ash.
You given me zip!

He sprayed some water on the plant, acting devastated that it remained unchanged.

Oh God, how I mist you.
Oh Pod, how you tease.
Now please,
Grow for me?
I've given you Southern Exposure
To get you to thrive.
I've pinched you back hard, like I'm supposed to
You're barely alive.
I've tried you at levels of moisture
From desert to mud!
I've given you grow lights and mineral supplements.
What do you want from me? Blood?

"Ow! Damn Roses! Damn Thorns!"

Will was impressed at the kid's performance. There was some major talent going on there. He was reminded of a passion similar to Rachel's, only in a taller, male, and non-diva-esque (as far as he knew) capacity.

I've given you sunlight.
I've given you rain.
Looks like you're not happy
'less I open a vein!
I'll give you a few drops,
If that'll appease.
Now Please...
Oh, Oh, Oh, Please...
Grow for Me...

Will stood up from his chair and lauded the kid. "Outstanding performance Everett! You've got a lot of talent that I'm sure we'll need. You're in, and we are excited to have you!"

Everett smiled widely at the review. "Thank you Mr. Schue!" He replied, collecting his props and scrambling off of the stage, extremely pleased with himself.

Michelle smiled at her brother's impressive routine. He was truly talented when he stepped on a stage—if only he could translate that to the rest of life as well as she did. The freshman sucked in her breath, knowing her turn was quickly approaching.

"Laura Harrison!" the Spanish teacher shouted from the empty auditorium. The Audrey Hepburn look-a-like walked to the center of the stage.

"Hi. Actually it's Michelle. I mean, I answer to Laura too—it's my name—but everyone calls me Michelle." Will's eyes widened as the girl nervously rambled. "Anyways, I'm going to be singing 'Moon River' by the incomparable Audrey Hepburn." Will nodded, and the freshman intoned

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', i'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

Will loved the piece. She sounded a lot like Audrey Hepburn, with impressive low-mezzo vocals—she even kind of looked like her. Will couldn't help but smile as she sang.

(Moon river, wider than a mile)
(I'm crossin' you in style some day)
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', i'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after that same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

Will laughed happily, giving the freshman two thumbs up and causing Michelle to smile in response. "Great job—welcome to Glee Michelle."

The tiny girl jumped up and down like a child on Christmas. "Yes!" she squealed, pumping her fists in the air. Will laughed at the girl's child-like antics, and Michelle skipped off of the stage happily.

Roxanne looked on as the young Cheerio exited. She was beyond anxious—she felt like she might be sick. Maybe she should go…maybe this wasn't a good idea…maybe

"Roxanne Lovely!" her Spanish teacher shouted.

maybe she should just get this over with. The girl fidgeted with the lapels of her jacket, shuffling toward center stage, and feeling more apprehensive than ever.

"For-my-audition-I've-chosen-'Open-Arms'-by-Journey," The young brunette all but whispered rapidly from behind her tangled waves, forcing Will to lean forward to understand her. He was actually a little concerned that Brad's accompaniment might overwhelm her voice.

Lying beside you here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our love be so blind?

We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me, open arms

Will's jaw dropped as her soprano sailed throughout the auditorium, nailing the notes perfectly. He couldn't believe it, and couldn't get enough.

Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
Roxanne felt at ease while performing. It was like a second nature to her.
But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me, open arms

Will clapped loudly, grinning like a maniac. "Roxanne that was amazing! I didn't know you had a voice like that!" Roxie ducked her head as she blushed, but couldn't completely hide her bright beaming smile at the praise. "Welcome aboard!"

The small girl glanced up, pushing her messy locks from her face, smiling softly and nodding as she walked off the stage. She couldn't believe she had just done that!

Liam and Andrew stood together at the other end of the stage, staring at the girl leave with their mouths agape. Her singing had been mind-blowing! They turned to each other with nervous glances, knowing their own time to prove themselves was drawing near.

"Liam Stewart!" Mr. Schue called out. "You're up!"

Liam took a deep breath, pounding fists with Andrew and shaking off his nerves as best as he could. He came out and walked into the spotlight.

"Hi I'm Liam and for my audition I'm using the song 'I'm Alive' from the musical Next to Normal." Will gave the boy an encouraging look and gestured for him to go ahead.

I am what you want me to be
And I'm your worst fear, you'll find it in me
Come closer
Come closer

I am more than memory, I am what might be
I am mystery
You know me
So show me
When I appear it's not so clear if I'm a simple spirit or I'm flesh and blood

But I'm alive, I'm alive, I am so alive
And I feed on the fear that's behind your eyes
And I need you to need me, it's no surprise
I'm alive, so alive
I'm alive.

Liam grinned, getting into the song. He even improvised a bit of choreography, though he wasn't much of a dancer.

I am flame and I am fire
I am destruction, decay, and desire
I'll hurt you
I'll heal you
I'm your wish, your dream come true
And I am your darkest nightmare too
I've shown you
I own you

And though you made me, you can't change me
I'm the perfect stranger who knows you too well

But I'm alive, I'm alive I am so alive
And I'll tell you the truth if you let me try.
You're alive, I'm alive, and I'll show you why
I'm alive, so live

This kid really had some pipes, Will thought. The teacher tapped his foot to the beat, smiling at the performance on stage. The boy was good, and you could tell he was really feeling the music.

I'm alive
I'm right behind you.
You say forget but I'll remind you.
You can try to hide but you know that I will find you.
'Cause if you won't grieve me, you won't leave me behind.
Oh, how, oh
Whoa
Whoa

No, no, no
I'm alive, I'm alive, I am so alive.
If you climb on my back then we both can fly
If you try to deny me, I'll never die
I'm alive, so alive
I'm alive
Yeah yeah
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

Liam finished the song with the perfect note. He looked toward Mr. Schue hopefully, and Will gave him a round of applause. "That was terrific Liam! You did really well! We'd be glad to have you in Glee!"

The sophomore smiled in satisfaction with himself and walked back to his friend—who was looking at Liam as if he'd just pulled a tripod out of his ear.

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" Andrew questioned incredulously. The taller boy just shrugged his shoulders, cleaning his specs and repositioning them on his face. "You never asked," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Andrew Harold!" the curly haired teacher shouted. Liam patted his friend's back. "You're up next buddy." Andrew made his way forward, licking his lips uneasily. He'd spent most of his life behind the camera, not in the spotlight.

"I'm Andrew," he introduced himself, "and I'll be singing Coldplay's 'Paradise'. So, yeah—here goes"

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

Andrew couldn't believe he was singing and… he actually wasn't feeling uncomfortable at all! The shy boy strangely found himself pretty confident up there, standing alone beneath the glow of center stage.

and dreams of
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
She'd dream of
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh

lalalalalalalalalalala
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"

Will watched the audition: Andrew had talent (and he knew he'd been saying the same thing to all the rest but…they were all talented!). He grinned, bobbing his head in rhythm with the song, even murmuring along with the lyrics here and there. Kid had a great eye for music.

This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh

Andrew dipped his head down in a bow upon finishing his song, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

Will gave him a thumbs up. "Really good Andrew! Glee is glad to have you!" He just nodded in return and went back to his friend who was just as shocked as the shorter boy had been when he'd auditioned.

"You were awesome!" the sophomore commented.

"You think so?" Andrew asked, smiling as Liam nodded earnestly.

"I guess we were both keeping secrets, huh?" the taller boy laughed. "Now let's get out of here: we've got some filming to do."

Andrew grinned in agreement and they both strode through the exit, heads ducked together as they fell deep in conversation.

Teddy slowly made his way down the aisle from the back of the audience toward the steps leading to the stage. Watching everyone before him was probably a bad idea, because now he was as panicky as ever to audition for what his brother called, "The best club in McKinley, maybe the world."

Will turned to greet him, "Hey Teddy."

Teddy nodded mutely in response.

"Are you going to audition?"

Another silent nod.

The gangly boy walked up to the stage, his legs feeling weak and yet strangely heavy as he reached the midpoint. "I-I'm going to be singing 'Mad World' by Gary Jules," he told the teacher, somewhat glad he'd decided to use Brad instead of playing himself: he was barely standing as it was.

Will acknowledged his song choice, and Brad adjusted the sheet music, hands trailing across the keys.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

Teddy felt at ease now. He no longer felt nervous, so he poured his heart and soul into this song.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

Will was excited every minute of Teddy's song—he really liked the boy, and wanted him to do as well as his brother had. The curly-haired teacher could feel the energy the teen put into this song, and he loved it.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

Will applauded at the end of the song, beaming proudly at the boy. "That was an awesome job Teddy! You've got a gift for this—just like your brother. Probably more so, but don't tell him that! Welcome to Glee!" Teddy smiled, just like your brother. He strode offstage feeling very pleased for joining.

Caroline watched as the blonde walked off the stage with awe. He was really good—and kind of cute…

"Caroline… Fabray?" Will hadn't known that Quinn had a sister. He had heard people gossiping about Sue's attempts to recruit a girl she'd compared to Quinn, but he hadn't learned if she was actually related to his Glee Alum.

Caroline walked to the stage feeling the question coming. Are you by any chance—? she thought to herself.

"—related to Quinn Fabray, if you don't mind asking?" the director finished out loud, and the girl had to fight to roll her eyes. Apparently, not even this place would exempt her from her sister being the first thing everyone wants to know about her.

However, she nodded respectfully. "Yes; she's my sister," she replied brusquely.

Will nodded. "Sorry for the delay. You can start whenever you're ready."

Caroline nodded. "I'm going to be singing 'Mama who Bore Me' from the Broadway musical Spring Awakening," she told him.

Mama, who bore me,
Mama, who gave me
No way to handle things,
Who made me so sad.
Mama, the weeping,
Mama, the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem

Caroline just lost herself in the song, like she did with every song she performed. She found herself able to tap into a feeling, a chord that somehow just resonates within her, and allowed it take over.

Some pray that one day
Christ will come a callin
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
Some just lie there crying
For him to come and find them
But when he comes,
They don't know how to go

Will admitted to himself that he expected a soprano like Quinn's when Caroline began. However, much to his surprise, it wasn't: though it had a little bit of Quinn's intonation in there, it wasn't really hers at all. It was actually more like having Quinn and Rachel's voice mixed together. And he felt the song choice itself was uniquely Caroline's—it was simply amazing.

Mama, who bore me
Mama, who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so bad.
Mama, the weeping,
Mama, the angels,
No sleep in heaven,
Or Bethlehem

Will's cheer echoed through the empty auditorium. "That was remarkable Caroline—fantastic work. We'd be happy to have you in Glee Club." Caroline grinned and bobbed her head in gratitude. She felt like she was glowing as she made her way out into the hallway.

Nina's eyes followed the freshman leaving the auditorium. She was good—really good. "Mini-Quinn was pretty incredible, huh?" a voice from behind her commented.

Nina turned around to see Annamarie standing there with a smirk on her face. "What are you doing here?" the smaller sophmore questioned with wide eyes.

"Auditioning—you?" the sophomore replied in mock curiosity. "Oh wait—you are too! And you didn't even tell me!" She placed her arms on her hips expectantly.

"I'm sorry Annie; I just…forgot." Nina lied, shrugging apologetically.

"Well don't 'forget' next time!" Annie admonished lightly, before smiling in encouragement. "Now go on… knock their socks off," just as Mr. Schue called out her name. "Nina Grannis!"

The petite sophmore grabbed the guitar case resting at her feet and approached the limelight in a mask of confidence.

"Hello," she greeted. "I'm Nina, and my audition piece is 'Domino' by Jessie J—with my guitar as an accompaniment, if you don't mind."

Will nodded, and the brunette grabbed a stool and sat down to position her guitar comfortably. She strummed a few chords, and closed her eyes for just a moment, before belting out the lyrics.

I'm feeling sexy and free
Like glitter's raining on me
You like a shot of pure gold
I think I'm 'bout to explode

I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love, is skin tight
Baby come on

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Pull me like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

She focused solely on the music, feeling herself embodying the song. She loved the feeling of performing, of being herself on stage.

Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
You got me losing my mind
My heart beats out of time
I'm seeing Hollywood stars
You strum me like a guitar

I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there

Don't you know...you spin me out of control

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

We can do this all night
Damn this love, is skin tight
Baby come on

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Pull me like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!

Will couldn't believe the voice in her, it was well-rehearsed and crystal clear. She nailed every chord on her guitar with finesse and he stood back in his chair trying to process everything that was going on in front of him.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right

Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

Will stood up and rave about the performance. "Wonderful Nina! Really—you did great. You'll be great addition to the team."

Nina bowed, packing up her guitar and stepping off the stage in high spirits—maybe this was the kind of fun she could really get into.

The junior joined up with Annie as the taller girl looked on incredulously. "I didn't know you could sing like that!" She said, her face altering into a mischievous smirk. "Another thing you 'forgot' to tell me?"

"Truthfully—I didn't know either." Nina answered with a proud grin. "Want me to wait for you?" she asked, laughing as the leggy Cheerio nodded happily.

"Annamarie Hudson!" Will's voice called from the audience, and he smiled as she walked out. "So, you decided to finally join glee?"

The sophomore nodded. "I'm going to be singing Adele's 'Turning Tables'."

Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more

I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables

Annie loved singing, she truly did. Singing just felt…right. She would have considered joining Glee a long time ago if it hadn't been for Cheerios. But now—she wasn't thinking about that; she wasn't thinking about anything. She felt like no one was there: just her and the song.

Under haunted skies I see
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I've braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down

I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, turning tables

Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior
When the thumb that cost me
Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet

Will was stunned at mezzo-soprano that was ringing through his ears. Finn had said his sister was good. So had Kurt. But they'd never said how good—certainly never said this good.

I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables
Turning tables, yeah, turning tables

"Perfect." Was all the teacher could say. "Welcome to Glee, Miss Hudson."

Annie's face beamed even wider and she skipped off stage, her expression never fading.

"You were amazing!" Nina exclaimed, hugging her friend ecstatically.

"Thanks." Annie replied. The two Cheerios walked off to practice, both nervous of what Coach Sylvester would do when (there was never an "if" with Coach) she found out.

Will blissfully started packing up his things as the last of the students disappeared from the room, waving to Brad as he cleaned up his sheet music and disappeared (as he did). Auditions had been great, and Will was looking forward to a great start of the new New Directions.

"Wait!" a deep voice called as footsteps scrambled down the aisle. Will turned to see Dalton Johnson standing there, fiddling with his guitar case.

"Hey Dalton; what can I do for you?" Will asked pleasantly (hopefully, wistfully, pleadingly…)

Dalton looked around uncertainly. "I-I want to audition…for Glee Club."

Will's eyes widened in surprise, but he smiled amiably and extended his hand toward the stage. "Great! Why don't you go on ahead and head on up?"

Dalton nodded slowly and made his way up the stairs. He grabbed a stool and sat himself with his guitar. "I picked 'Happiness' by The Fray," he told the teacher, who motioned for him to start.

Happiness was just outside my window
I thought it'd crash blowing eighty miles an hour
But happiness is a little more like knocking
On your door, you just let it in

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can't make it come or go
But you are gone, not for good but for now
And gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
'Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks
Dalton's foot tapped to the song. He was clearly into the song.
Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that's enough for now
But happiness has a violent roar

Happiness, it's like the old man told me
Look for it and you'll never find it all
But let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day you'll wake up and she'll be home

Will was taken aback by the popular student. Who knew he had it in him? Will thought to himself and he leaned forward, listening intently to the song and how well the blonde's playing accompanied his bari-tenor.

Home, she'll be, she'll be, she'll be home
She'll be home, she'll be home, she'll be home
She will be home, she'll be home, she'll be home
She'll be home, she'll be

The sophomore looked up to his Spanish teacher uneasily for feedback.

"Dalton…that was really good!" Will enthused, still as thrilled as he'd been for the first audition of the day. "You have amazing talent! You would be great for Glee."

Dalton nodded with a grateful half-smile and walked off the stage. Now that the song was over, he actually felt even more worried—though this time about what his friends would think when they found out.

What a day! Will practically sang to himself as he went to pick up Emma from her office. He had an extra skip in his step as he made his way down the hall: there was an amazing year coming. He just knew it!

So that was part 2! Tell me what you thought about it! Any feedback is welcome! Until next time my gleeks…