A/N: I thought it'd be nice to keep you guessing a bit.

Alright, Monday was still early and good. Except that she'd promised the song list by Tuesday morning and she was close to running away.

Which was why she'd relocated to the one place no one could pester her- the school library. Not one person would dare to speak in the presence of the witch that passed for the librarian.

All except one person.

'Having trouble, Joan?'

She surveyed God who'd taken on the form of a stick-like male gym coach. 'Don't I always?'

'In my view you always make too much of it,' he shrugged.

'Just because you're God, does it mean I have to accept your view?' she snapped.

'Oh, come on! Have I ever led you wrong?'

Joan snorted. 'In case you haven't noticed, I always end up as the loser in these things.'

'I don't make losers,' he said. 'Only winners.'

'You read that one in a book didn't you?'

He ignored that. 'You need some inspiration.'

'Or some help?'

'There's been a lot of stars on the silver screen, Joan.'

'How is this helping me?' she questioned.

'You're looking too hard,' he answered silkily. 'You could get all the songs you need if I gave you two names to work with.'

'Two names..?'

'Ah, you don't need them again.'

'Again... what?!'

But he'd walked off leaving Joan receiving evil glares from the librarian.

She'd finally got it! It had taken four hours and a lot of brain digging but the clues had worked and she had her whole song list. It was going to be so funny when they saw their songs.

Price, for example, might be a little peeved.

'Miss Girardi, I trust this is a joke.'

'It seemed the best song.'

'For what? Embarrassment?' It was the first time she'd seen Price ruffled and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

'The other songs aren't that good,' Helen pointed out taking a peek over his shoulder. 'Joan, why the Luke and Grace duet?'

'They fit better than Luke and Glynis,' she shrugged.

'Good point,' agreed Helen. 'But Grace's solo number...'

'Mom! Who's in charge here?'

'I hate to say,' she sighed. 'You, Joan.'

'And don't forget it.'

There was a hesitant knock on the open door, Joan looked up from her unfinished history essay to find her brothers there. 'This doesn't look good.'

'I'm just the referee,' Kevin held his hands up.

She rounded on Luke. 'What've you done?'

'I haven't done anything,' he protested.

'Luke!'

'I haven't!'

'Then why are you here?' she asked.

'It's more about what I am gonna do,' he shrugged quietly.

She so didn't have time for this. 'Tell me.'

'There's a science show in town I really need to see,' he muttered.

'You need to see a science show?' she repeated. 'Okay.'

'It's only on Thursday,' he finished as he braced himself.

'What?!'

'Can see why you needed the protection,' Kevin commented to his brother.

'No, Luke. You're not going to this dumb science show, you've got songs to sing.'

'They're dumb songs!'

Joan tried to bring her voice down to a manageable shout. 'Well, maybe they are, okay? Maybe I don't wanna be jumping up on stage and singing to the whole school but if I'm doing it, you are too.'

'Why bother if you feel like that?'

'Because I have to!'

'Who says?'

'Someone who knows more about evolution than you,' she snapped.

Ha, that sidetracked him. 'You've been summoning the spirit of Darwin?'

Kevin sighed. 'I'm gonna quit trying to make you cool.'

'You can't do this, Luke!'

'Hey, hey!' Will Girardi appeared behind his two sons. 'I heard you from the driveway. Would someone like to tell me why we're shouting?'

'They're shouting,' Kevin pointed out. 'I'm leaving.'

As he rolled out of sight Will glanced at his daughter. 'Joan?'

'What?'

'What do you mean 'what'? I come home to find my kids screaming about Darwin's ghost, I've got a right to be worried.'

'I was a private conversation,' she hissed, instantly regretting it as the look on her father's face darkened.

'It wasn't much of a conversation from where I was. More of a one-sided shouting match. Luke?'

'It's nothing.'

'Didn't sound like nothing.'

It was obvious he wasn't going to give up, Luke finally broke the deadlock; 'I can't be in the show Thursday.'

'Why not?'

'Apart from me not wanting to, there's a science show on.'

Will looked from his daughter to his son. 'Maybe your mother should deal with this.'

Joan ignored him. 'Luke, how can you do this?'

'Alright, alright, I'll sing. But don't expect me to be happy about it.'