Author's note: Okay, I know this chapter is probably very boring and long, but I needed to get every character in(I know not all the characters are in, I think there is like one missing, but she'll be there in the next chapter). Please, just bare with me, I needed to introduce all the characters, and I just can't stop writing long texts when I begin, so please just hang in there and it'll be better soon, I hope/promise.
The first day of her junior year, Isabella Whitehair woke up early. She had her clothes laid out on her dresser, a simple pale blue sundress. She knew it was probably the only day she'd have wear her own clothes to school, so she figured she might as well wear something that could impress. The rest of the year she would be in her cheerios uniform, strolling around the halls of McKinley with pride. Quickly changing into her dress, and adding a natural layer of make-up, Isabella smiled at the thought of her cheerios uniform. It wasn't just a uniform, it was a sign of unity. All the cheerios wore them, which made the cheerios look connected in a way. She really liked the thought of belonging.
With her light honey hair dancing around her shoulders, she skipped down the stairs to grab some breakfast before heading out with her older brother, Luke. Luke had graduated the year before and had taken a year off to work before heading to college. The siblings got a long well, maybe they didn't exactly adore each other, it had taken a lot of convincing for Luke to finally agree to Isabella hitching a ride with him to school, but they didn't try to kill each other either.
"Ready to go?" Luke asked as Isabella drank the last of her milk. She nodded and followed her older brother out the door to the garage. Isabella had her own car, but her parent were all too Eco-friendly to allow their children to drive two cars when they could use one. Isabella elegantly slid into the passenger seat of the red convertible. She didn't know much about cars, but she knew it was expensive.
"What do you think you're doing?" Her brother asked with his eyebrows raised as he sat in the driver's seat.
"I'm about to go to school?" Isabella answered with so much uncertainty it turned into a question.
"You're not gonna sit in the front, that seat is for Chrystal!" Her brother explained, rather annoyingly. Isabella rolled her eyes and swiftly moved to the backseat of the car. She knew there was no use arguing. Luke and Chrystal had some sort of fling going on.
The ride to Chrystal's house went by in tense silence. Chrystal was a senior and a cheerio at McKinley. She had grown up in the same community as the Whitehairs and her family was from the same high circles, so she hung out with Luke and Isabella a lot. That still did not mean Isabella was cool with Chrystal and Luke's constant flirting.
"Hey, hot stuff!" Chrystal greeted Luke as she jumped into the car, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. Isabella pretended to barf in the backseat. They weren't even dating, couldn't they just keep the PDA to a sensible level? "Oh, hi, Isabella."
Isabella spent the better part of the trip trying to ignore the sickly sweet compliments Luke made on Chrystal's "radiantly glowing skin", or her "silky cobber hair". She tried even harder to ignore Chrystal's comment on how sexy Luke's tan was.
As Jasper Powell drove toward his school for his first day of junior year, everything seemed normal. The sun was shining, the early morning traffic went the way it always did and he saw younger kids walking to their schools. Everything was normal, until he saw a pair of feet sticking up from a dumpster. Quickly deciding that feet usually didn't stick up from dumpsters he pulled over and stopped the car. When he got out of his car he heard muffled cries of help. Jogging over to the dumpster he discovered that the feet were connected to a body. Using his strength from football he quickly pulled the smaller form out of the dumpster.
It was a boy, a boy with black-framed glasses and unruly, black curls. The boy looked terrified at first, probably because Jasper was a good two inches taller than the boy, and much broader.
"You okay there?" Jasper asked placing a hand on the kids shoulder. The boy flinched as Jasper's hand came in contact with his shoulder. Jasper waited for he kid to answer, but he didn't he just stared up at Jasper with big terrified eyes. The guy being startled was understandable, come on, it's not everyday someone pulls you out from a dumpster, but did he have to look so scared? Finally the boy nodded stiffly.
"I'm Jasper," Jasper said, holding a hand expectantly in front of himself, waiting for the kid to take it. After considering it for a moment the smaller boy took Jasper's hand unsurely. Boy, did that kid have trust issues.
"Kevin." The kid, obviously named Kevin, said. His eyes took Jasper in, his lean, but muscular frame, shoulder length brown hair covering one eye.
"Nice to meet you, Kevin." Jasper politely replied trying to make Kevin more relaxed. At the friendly gesture the smaller boy did relax somewhat, and Jasper released his hand. "Now, would you like to tell me what happened?"
For a moment Kevin looked terrified again, but began talking. "Some jocks threw me in the dumpster."
"Why?" Jasper pressed on when Kevin didn't continue. Something about the kid wasn't right. The way he avoided eye contact, keeping his eyes down, the way he expected Jasper to accept that jocks throwing this kid in dumpsters was an action performed without a motive.
"Because they thought I was gay," the boy said, looking directly into Jasper's eyes for the first time. The answer had startled Jasper, not because jocks throwing gay kids in dumpsters was new to him, but because the kid said they "thought" he was gay. What did that mean? Kevin didn't look that stereotypical. He looked more like your stereotypical nerd. That was when Jasper saw it. The scarf. Kevin was wearing a scarf, a rainbow scarf. No wonder they thought he was gay.
"But your not?" Jasper asked, confused. If Kevin wasn't gay, then why would he wear a rainbow scarf? Kevin nodded, but didn't explain. Shaking off his confusion Jasper gestured for Kevin come with him over to where his car was. Kevin timidly followed, and got in when Jasper gestured for him to. Humming along as loud rock music blared out of the speakers, Kevin kept looking out of the window as they drove toward McKinley High. Jasper often looked over at the other boy, but tried to make it appear nonchalantly as he didn't want to creep the kid out. He really had to figure this boy out.
With a determined look on her face, Paige Martinez wrote her name on the sign up sheet for Glee club. Wrinkling her nose at her plain handwriting, comparing it mentally to the elegantly written names above hers. The two first names were about the weirdest ones she had ever heard, who named the kid "Melchior"? Or "Cosette"? The names were pretty darn long too. She would probably have died from laughter if her parents even discussed naming their baby either of those names. Her mother and stepfather had been discussing just about every baby name in existence after they found out her mother was pregnant. It made Paige feel even more out of place than usual.
Her parents were the reason she was doing this in the first place. They didn't think she could sing, well she was going to show them. It was really out of spite, Paige had always been a very headstrong girl. Her stepfather, or mother for that matter, had never appreciated her achievements, such as her being on the decathlon team, but she was going to show them that she was talented.
A tap on her shoulder pulled Paige out of her reverie. She turned and faced a redheaded cheerleader, Chrystal. Even without her uniform Chrystal glowed with the same confidence and "I own this place"-attitude most cheerleaders had. Clumsily Paige shuffled out of the cheerleader's way. This wasn't something you saw everyday, cheerleaders signing up for Glee club, but there they stood, Liberty Russel, Chrystal Davis and Isabella Whitehair, writing their names on the sheet with neat handwriting.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" The shorter girl, Liberty, asked, looking at Chrystal.
"We are doing this because we want to go to New York," the older girl explained, as if speaking to a toddler. Liberty wanted to join Glee, mostly so she wouldn't have to go home to the all too silent house, but she had never thought "holier-than-thou"-Chrystal would want to join the "loser"-club. Shaking off her doubt she signed her name with a small smile on her lips.
Isabella signed her name last and strolled after the two other cheerios-to-be. Even if they lacked their uniforms everyone seemed to sense that they were cheerios, and moved away. Isabella enjoyed not having to concentrate on not bumping into people. She had always loved the cheerios, but she didn't feel as close with them as the Glee club seemed to be. That was the main reason she wanted to join, to feel like part of something, something special.
As the three girls stalked away, they didn't notice someone looking at them. Nathaniel Cruz casually strolled over to the board. He saw the girls' names on the sign-up sheet for Glee club. At first he thought it must be a mistake, that kind of girls didn't join Glee club, but no, the sheet clearly stated that the three cheerios were joining. Looking around mischievously Nathaniel signed his name as well, thinking about how much better his chances with those hot girls might be if he did. Smugly running a hand over his clean-shaven head he headed to his first class, science.
During recess a handsome boy with sandy blond hair made his way towards the sign-up sheets. He looked slightly smug and wore a rather impish grin. Joshua Harris signed his name below Nathaniel's. He had a plan, he was going to prove that he was the most popular kid at McKinley. To do this he was going to make the most uncool club in McKinley history, cool. Glancing at the list he saw it was going to be easier than he thought, there were already three cheerios on it.
As Will Schuester walked to the auditorium to hold the Glee auditions he looked at the group waiting. He recognized some of the kids from the year before, but most were new faces. Smiling at the group he called everyone's names to see if they were there. Everyone were except the two on top of the list, the twins who just moved to town. Shrugging he opened the door to let everyone in, and the kids shuffled in, most were clearly nervous. Mr. Schuester chuckled, remembering how nervous he had been before his first Glee audition.
"Okay, so what I want you to do is go on stage when I call your name, and tell me your name and what song you've chosen. Our very own piano man, Brad, will play it for you, unless you'd prefer to do it acapella, or play yourself. It's all up to you. After you've sung your song I'm going to ask you some questions, but don't worry, they're simple." Mr. Schuester smiled at the Glee club-to-be as he explained what to do. Some smiled back at him, while most were too nervous to do anything but stare at him seriously. "So, Paige Martinez, you're up first"
Paige made her way to stage, trying to calm her breathing as the other high schoolers slowly exited the room. Telling herself she could do this, and to think of her mother's face if she got in, was the only thing keeping her from fainting as she shakily stood in the middle of the stage, a bright spotlight shining down on her.
"Hi, I'm Paige," she said, her voice quivering with nervousness. Way to state the obvious, she thought to her self, but kept going. "And I'll be singing before he cheats by Carrie Underwood."
As the intro began, sounding quite different on the piano, Paige tried to calm herself, and get into character. It was hard, but as she channeled the anger she felt towards her mother she calmly began singing.
Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky...
right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink
'cause she can't shoot whiskey...
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick,
showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know...
A small smile curled the corners of her mouth up in a devilish smile. This is going well, she thought as she belted out the chorus.
That I dug my key into the side of his
pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
She had decided earlier to skip the second verse, to keep inside the time frame each student was allowed. Her smile broadened as she kept going, keeping her voice strong.
I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,
'cause the next time that he cheats...
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No...not on me
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his
pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Oh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...
Ohh... before he cheats...
Calm applause busted the silence after Paige stopped singing. Her smile grew even wider, as she recognized applause as a good sign. Will looked down at the grinning girl, hardly able to refrain from his face. Her voice was beautiful, unusual though, quite low and with a subtle growl to it. She could be amazing for songs that required more strength.
"Great job, Paige," Will told the girl, who grinned even wider at the compliment. "But before I pass judgment I would like to know why you would want to join Glee club?"
"I want to prove to my mom that I've got something to offer the world, and to show her and my stepfather that I can sing." Her face grew deadly serious as she told him her reason. The Spanish-teacher merely nodded, and gestured for Paige to go get someone else.
Chrystal Davis entered the room as Paige left. Will could literally feel the air change, as the strong, but quite silent girl left, and the cheerio entered. While Paige filled the room with clear defiance, Chrystal changed the feel of the room and made her the main focus. Stalking up to the stage without a trace of nervousness, she radiated dominance.
"I'm Chrystal Davis, and I will be singing Love of my life." Chrystal announced, and gripped the microphone with both hands. Calmly meeting the teacher's eyes.
Love of my life,
You hurt me,
You broken my heart,
Now you leave me
Love of my life can't you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know what it means to me
Never had Mr. Schuester heard two so different singers I such a short period of time. Where Paige's voice was low and powerful, Chrystal's was high and sweet, though not very strong. She sang the song like a lullaby, her soft tones soothing the man, who had had a rather rough day.
You will remember when this is blown over,
And everything's all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there at your side,
To remind how I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
Hurry back hurry back,
Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know what it means to me
Love of my life,
Love of my life
"Thank you, Chrystal, that was lovely." He told her, as the cheerio strolled out, not waiting for him to ask any questions. Before he could stop her she was out of the door. Shrugging Mr. Schue waited for the next kid to come in.
The next hour went quickly, and the teacher realized how much talent there really was at McKinley. The next song he heard was Isabella Whitehair's female version of Bruno Mars' "Grenade". Surprisingly it fit her soft voice perfectly. He had never expected a slower, more meaningful version of the song, but it was a great experience. After Isabella, Liberty Russell went on, her mezzo soprano carrying Florence + the Machine's "Dog days are over" with grace. Will smiled as he remembered performing that very song with the Glee Club a few years previous. Nathaniel Cruz sang a beautiful rendition of an amazing song, "Brown eyed blues" by Adrian Hood. Will didn't he had heard the song before, but he might check out the artist, just to see if he had any other songs they could use for Glee club sometime.
"Hello, my name is Tyler Tyson... eh junior." A short boy with black hair and a tan said, as he nervously began his audition. "I'll be be singing Status Quo from the musical starship."
Before Will could ask what musical that was the first chords were played as Brad carefully played the song.
It starts with not questioning the answers
And giving up before you've begun
It locks all the doors
Increases the pressure
And in a flash
Your time is up before it's done
And you won't know how it can feel
To feel at all
The boy's voice started out quiet, and careful, but grew a bit stronger as the song went on. Will leaned back and enjoyed the song. The kid had a very emotional voice, maybe not the best singer Will had heard, but very enjoyable.
So I say no to status quo
Who wants to be like the rest
And deny the best that I'm meant for
I will show the status quo
Who wants to be normal
I'll never conform
I will be content to resent the status quo
Will laughed as Tyler got a bit carried away, and sang with more enthusiasm and joy than before. He also did some sort of bizarre little dance thing, boy were they gonna have to work on that.
I'll kick down the walls around me
They don't know how strong I am
I'm not defined by boundaries
They will never understand
I'm so much more
Than status quo
Who cares about being another pipe dreamer
Stuck on the bottom floor
And I know
It's time to go
So maybe I've gotten everything that I wanted
But I think that I might have made it so
When I said no, no, no
To status quo
Cause I am a starship ranger
I'm gonna do everything I can
To always be a starship ranger
Cause it's everything
It's everything I am
Will clapped loudly, laughing just as loudly, as Taylor ended the song, holding the last note for quite some time. The boy looked excited and genuinely happy as he looked up at the teacher. He was breathing rather heavily, but grinned all the same.
"That was awesome, Taylor! Good job," Will smiled down at the boy. Even if he wasn't the best singer there he still had a good voice, and his dancing could be improved by choreographing it. "But I think well have to work on the dancing."
Taylor laughed, even if his dancing was insulted, because he knew he couldn't dance. Brushing a stray black hair away from his face, the baritone waited for the questioning.
"Okay, Taylor, why do you want to join Glee club?"
"Because my mom told me it was a good way to get your emotions out there, and to help express yourself." Even though he spoke in a casual manner, expressing his feelings was important to him, especially considering his recent confusion.
A girl Will was familiar with come in after Taylor, she had been in the Glee club the year before. She had a very sweet voice, and he had come to see how talented she was last year, after he had begun getting her out of her shell. Her name was Nicole Kratz, and she was one of the shiest girls Will had ever encountered.
"Hey, Nikki," he greeted her as she walked in. The girl looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her as she shambled toward the stage. She avoided eye contact, as she told him she would be singing Vanessa Carlton's "A thousand miles", and asked if she could play it herself. Will answered that of course she could, and leaned back to let himself get carried away by the young girl's talent. He already knew she was good, he had thought her most of what she knew, but he was still amazed by how her insecurity seemed to fade away as she lost herself in the music.
When Nicole exited a tall figure entered, he was big, and obviously male. Jasper Powell was another of last year's members, and contrary to Nicole, he walked to the stage without betraying a hint of nervousness. He smiled confidently as he took the stage. The boy had always had great stage presence. He sang "Just say yes" by Snow Patrol, a song perfect for his strong baritone. Again, Will was struck by how much talent he had control over this year.
After his audition Jasper strolled out, but came back in again dragging a shorter, nervous-looking boy with him. Will was surprised by this gesture, as most students, even the most nervous ones, tended to drag them selves in, rather than be drug in by someone else.
"Schue, this is Kevin, and he would like to audition. He's new," Jasper explained as he hauled the smaller boy with him to stage. The boy with black curls and glasses looked very reluctant, but didn't run away as he was pulled on stage.
Kevin drew a shaky breath and asked Brad for "Heaven on their minds" from Jesus Christ Superstar. As the piano player began to play the first chords keeping an up-paced tempo, Jasper sat down in the front row to support Kevin.
Keeping a firm grip on the microphone, Kevin sang in a clear tenor voice, even if the song started quite low.
My mind is clearer now.
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be.
If you strip away The myth from the man,
You will see where we all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good you've done
Will soon get swept away.
You've begun to matter more
Than the things you say.
Jasper's eyes went wide and his mouth comically formed a perfect "O", as Kevin belted out the first "Jesus". He had heard the kid humming in the car, and figured he had some singing ability, but he had never expected this. The way Kevin seemed to really live in the moment on stage was mesmerizing.
Listen Jesus I don't like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I've been your right hand man all along.
You have set them all on fire.
They think they've found the new Messiah.
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.
Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd.
For we are getting much too loud.
And they'll crush us if we go too far.
If they go too far...
Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.
All your followers are blind.
Too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it's sour.
Yes it's all gone sour.
Even Mr. Schue's mouth fell open in that comical "O", as Kevin ended the song on a high, strong note. Jasper's eyes had gone even wider through the song and now looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Wow," was the only thing Will said. He couldn't think of anything else. The way this kid had looked so helpless and unsure before singing, and then bursting out into some of the best singing Will had heard all day, was mind-blowing. Kevin looked very self-conscious, and felt very uncomfortable with the spotlight directed at him.
With an awkward half-wave Kevin stiffly walked off the stage and quickly left, Jasper stumbling out after him. Will, still in his state of shock, didn't notice the new boy walking in and introducing himself, it wasn't before he began singing Will realized there was someone on stage. Even when he was aware there was someone on stage, Will couldn't bring himself out of his haze, and only half listened as the boy, Josh or something, sang some rock song or other in a deep voice, somewhere between a baritone and a bass.
Another boy entered, this one went by even more unnoticed, as he seemed painfully shy, like he didn't want to be noticed anyway. He briefly introduced himself as Seth Brooks, and said he would be singing "Hollywood Hills", by Sunrise Avenue. The boy had a very nice baritone, with a subtle rasp. He seemed a bit uncomfortable on stage, but kept his nerves under control as he sang. As the song unfolded he seemed to get more comfortable, and looked less and less like he wanted to barf.
"Thank you," Will said as both he and the boy walked toward the door. Will was exhausted, there had been so much talent, and such a diverse group of kids. He could already tell the year would be exiting.
Just as Will was about to exit a hand tapped him on the shoulder and a clear, high voice said; "Excuse me?"
Will turned to see to almost identical faces looking at him expectantly. Both had big violet eyes framed with long, dark lashes. Neither stood taller than 5 feet 3 inches from the ground and both fair faces were beautiful and framed by black, short hair cut in a spiky do. The only difference he could see in their faces were the eyebrows, the boy's eyebrows weren't as well-trimmed as the girl's.
"We would like to audition for you Glee club, Mr. Schuester." The girl said, not really asking for an audition, but demanding it. The boy nodded his agreement, flashing a Cheshire cat grin, matching the girl's. Overwhelmed by their sudden appearance, Will went back to his seat as the twins, he assumed they were twins because no one could look so much alike without being twins, or clones for that matter.
"I'm Melchior Tony Turner-Dubois," the boy introduced himself, with an air of self-assurance and calm. Gesturing elegantly to his sister he said; "And this is my sister, Sandy Cosette. We'll be singing the classic Anything you can do, I can do better, from Broadway's Annie, get your gun."
(Tony's parts are written like this, Sandy's like this)
Anything you can do,
I can do better.
I can do anything
Better than you.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can. No, you can't.
Yes, I can. No, you can't.
Yes, I can,
Yes, I can!
Will laughed at what seemed like sibling rivalry. Both kids had amazing voices, and their acting made them seem like real pros.
Anything you can be
I can be greater.
Sooner or later,
I'm greater than you.
No, you're not. Yes, I am.
No, you're not. Yes, I am.
No, you're NOT!. Yes, I am.
Yes, I am!
I can shoot a partridge
With a single cartridge.
I can get a sparrow
With a bow and arrow.
I can live on bread and cheese.
And only on that?
Yes.
So can a rat!
Any note you can reach
I can go higher.
I can sing anything
Higher than you.
No, you can't. (High)
Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher)
Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher)
Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher)
Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher)
Yes, I CAN! (Highest)
Will laughed loudly again, those kids were damn adorable, and boy, could they sing.
Anything you can say
I can say softer.
I can say anything
Softer than you.
No, you can't. (Softly)
Yes, I can. (Softer) No, you can't. (Softer)
Yes, I can. (Softer) No, you can't. (Softer)
Yes, I can. (Softer)
YES, I CAN! (Full volume)
I can drink my liquor
Faster than a flicker.
I can drink it quicker
And get even sicker!
I can open any safe.
Without bein' caught?
Sure.
That's what I thought-
you crook!
Any note you can hold
I can hold longer.
I can hold any note
Longer than you.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can No, you can't.
Yes, I can No, you can't.
Yes, I can
Yes, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I No, you C-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-N'T-
CA-A-A-A-N! (Cough, cough!)
Yes, you ca-a-a-an!
Anything you say
I can say faster.
I can say anything
Faster than you.
No, you can't. (Fast)
Yes, I can. (Faster) No, you can't. (Faster)
Yes, I can. (Faster) Noyoucan't. (Faster)
YesIcan! (Fastest)
I can jump a hurdle.
I can wear a girdle.
I can knit a sweater.
I can fill it better!
I can do most anything!
Can you bake a pie? No.
Neither can I.
Anything you can sing
I can sing sweeter.
I can sing anything
Sweeter than you.
No, you can't. (Sweetly)
Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't. (Sweeter)
Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't. (Sweeter)
Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't, can't, can't (sweeter)
Yes, I can, can, can (Sugary)
Yes, I can! No, you can't!
Will Schuester sat in awed silence as the twins waited for him to say something. Neither one looked nervous at all, they both looked utterly comfortable on stage. They were by far the best ones there, he couldn't deny it. Still unable to say something Will simply stood and gestured for the twins to join him outside of the auditorium.
Looking over his Glee Club Will Schuester once again saw all the talent gathered, the smiling faces, and shy glances, and thanked his lucky stars for his chance at coaching Glee.
I hope you enjoyed this very boring introductional chapter. I'll try to make the others more interesting, but like I said I just needed to introduce the characters.
The lyrics were from;
Carrie Underwood's Before he cheats
Queen's Love of my life
Heaven on their minds from Jesus Christ superstar
Anything you can do (I can do better) from Annie get your gun
I cut a lot of the lyrics out, because the characters didn't sing the entire song, just a part of it to fit the time-frame, although I really didn't give a damn about figuring out how long I wanted them. I simply cut the second verse of before he cheats because it fit the best, and I did the same on Love of My life. I cut out the parts of Anything you can do, to match the way Ruthie Henshall and John Barrowman did it. I cut away the parts from Heaven on their minds that a personal idol of mine, Frank Kjosås, didn't use when he sang it in this TV show, Beat for Beat. Look it up on youtube, because that is more or less what Kevin sounded like singing that song.