-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.