-Chapter-20-
-Shelby pov-
"Ok so we have had a week for this and I wanted you all to have duets ready!" I look out to see mixed faces and sigh "So you that have it done just come up and I can save the others for next meeting"
Brittany and Elisha come up and I see Quinn confused. We needed help and Elisha offered. We were going to poach a vocal adrenaline kid but she works better. I am going to enjoy this performance.
-Brittany-Elisha-Both-
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world, few hearts survive
All I know is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep it alive
The road is long, there are mountains in our way
But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world below, up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to "used to be"
Live their lives, looking behind
All we have is here and now
All our life, out there to find
The road is long, there are mountains in our way
But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world below, up where the clear winds blow
Time goes by
No time to cry
Life's you and I
Alive, today
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world below, up where the clear winds blow
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Everyone applauds and I watch them go to their girlfriends. I nod when I see the next hand raised. The duo come down and this was my mystery pairing. I have no idea how this will go.
-Kurt-Mike-Both-
Mmm num ba de
Dum bum ba be
Doo buh dum ba beh beh
Pressure: pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da
That's OK
That's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
OK
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days: it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets
Ee da de da de
People on streets
Ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high!
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don't work
Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why!?
Love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure
We're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
"That was perfect!" We all smile and applaud while Kurt gives Mike the spotlight "Mike you should sing out more! You can do the job perfectly!"
"Thanks" Kurt and him hug "I will try more"
We all applaud more as they sit down. I point to the last of our duets that were ready. The two girls make their way down to the front. They both look so ready to sing.
-Rachel-Sunshine-Both-
It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
"Won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So, Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty, Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap, lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
"I could have been someone"
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
Silence takes over the club as the girls finish laughing. They played up the song very well. That was very good but very..explicit. When the applause starts they both take bows.
I end the meeting after that just to get my head on straight. Maybe duets were not a good idea.
