"So how vas your first day?" Kurt asked Emili as they walked out of Spanish, which was right after Algebra and, to the joy of Kurt, without Luke. Emili found it ridiculous that she had to take a language class; she was fluent in Spanish after all. She couldn't seem to find the point, but she comforted herself knowing that this class was going to be an easy A.

"Not bad," Emili replied, trying to get this taste out of her mouth. "Hey, do we is there juice back at the Institute?"

"Ummm. . . I think ve do. Vat kind?" Kurt asked her.

"Apple, or grape, or anything else with a high sugar content," Emili replied. Kurt laughed as they continued to walk down the hall together. Emili had a warm feeling in her chest. Kurt was so nice and fun to talk with. Emili could sit and talk with him for hours and hours. That was, until she saw the room. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this?" Emili asked Kurt.

"It's the band room," Kurt told her a little confused. "Vat's so great about it?" Kurt asked in reply, but Emili was already in the room but then. She was looking around in wide-eyed wonder, marveling in all the instruments. Then Emili gasped excitedly, and hurried over to a guitar.

"She's beautiful," Emili gasped, picking up the guitar.

"Umm, Emili, I don't think ve're allowed to touch the instruments," Kurt said hesitantly. He did not want detention for something as simple as touching a guitar.

But Emili ignored him. She just picked up the guitar and began playing. Emili was a fantastic guitar player. It was so moving. Her face had such a concentrating look on her face, like she really cared about the music. Kurt remembered what she said the day they met. . . I taught myself how to play guitar when I was eight. Wow. How can Emili play that well and never get any professional training?

Then Emili began to sing. "Imagine there's no heaven. Its easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people, living for today. Ah ah ahahah." Kurt was astonished. Emili's singing voice was fantastic. Her voice was so soulful. She felt every word she was saying. "Imagine all the people, living life in peace You-hoohoohoo. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one."

Scott walked into the band room, followed by the rest of the Institute kids. "Told you she'd be here," Mike said to Scott, then sat on the floor and listened to Emili play.

"What's taking you guys so long?" Scott asked. "We've been-"

"Shhh!" Kurt said interrupting him. He pointed to Emili, who was still singing and playing, and turned back to listen again. Scott and the others heard, then began listening as well.

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only on," Emili continued singing. I hope some day you'll join us and the world will live as one."

"Vow," Kurt said as Emili finished up the song. "That vas fantastic."

"You really liked it?" Emili asked bashfully.

"Uh, yeah," Evan said. "You're amazing."

Emili looked down bashfully. "See guy," Mike said, getting up and walking towards Emili. "I told you she was great."

"Great?" a voice said behind them. Emili looked to see Ms. Trevlig smiling at her. "More like unbelievably brilliant. John Lennon himself couldn't have done better." Emili blushed bright red. "You have to join band. And the school chorus. You'd be great at it."

"I don't know," Emili said humbly. Michael gave her a look, and the Emili gave him a look. After this look- off Emili sighed and said, "Sure. Why not?"

Ms. Trevlig was ecstatic. "Yay! Emili, you will have so much fun I promise."

"What did I get myself into?" Emili asked herself, shaking her head.

"Don't worry about it," Jean said. "You'll do fine."

Mike put her arm around her shoulder and said, "Yeah Day, you'll be great. Now you look like you could use some juice."

That weird taste got back in Emili's mouth.