Beth's POV: Here I am. I've been waiting all my life for this. Screw Carmel. I'm at my true home. McKinley High. I can't believe that the idiot school board re-hired Figgins as principal after Ms. Sylvester planted so many schemes around the school over the years. Still, they re-hired her as the Cheerios! coach just in time for my freshman year. I've been dreaming of being the youngest Cheerios captain since Quinn Fabray, a Cheerios legend. I'm pretty confident that I can make it, despite what everybody says. My mom, Shelby Corcoran, is not only my mom, but Broadway legend Rachel Berry's as well. I'm very jealous of Rachel. Not because of her success or her talent. I've always been jealous that she has two dads and I never even got to meet mine. My mom told me that my dad got into a bad car accident and was killed instantly a couple months before she had me. My mom is good friends with Will Schuester, McKinley's Glee Club Director since 2009. All Mr. Shue and my mom want me to do is to join Glee Club. Hah. Not gonna happen. All I really want is to be the captain of the Cheerios all throughout high school, date the captain of the football team, get good grades so I can get into a good college and do something amazing. Is that too much to ask? Becoming a show tune-singing freak is nowhere in the plan. I walk into school and rush over to the club sign-up sheets. I see that I'm only the 4th person to sign up for the Cheerios yet. Good. Just as I finish writing my name on the sheet, I glance over at the Glee Club sheet. Just as I do, Mr. Schuester comes up to me. "Hey there, Beth." Here comes the "singing is good for the soul" lecture. "Mr. Schue, before you say anything, you know you are amazing and I love and respect you so much. But, I'm not signing up for Glee Club, you know that." I confront him before he gets the chance to lecture. "Beth, Glee Club is a huge part of your life. Bigger than you know." He tells me. "I get it. My mom was a Show Choir director. Rachel was your little star, I know the story." I say to him. He gives me that weird look that he always gives me, like he knows something I don't. "it's more than that, Beth. Just try it out, if you don't like it, you can quit. You don't even have to write your name on the sheet. Just please...come to auditions." "Fine. Fine." I tell him. Anything to get him to stop talking.