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Give her some room! She needs space! Breathe, girl, breathe!
Does anyone have anything she can eat?
I have some leftover Halloween candy in my locker.
I may have a juice box.
I'll go get Marley's mom.
ARTIE: This is bad.
Never in the history
of show choir competitions has anyone ever fainted.
We got the juice. We got the juice.
No, I'm okay.
Drink the damn juice!
FINN: Marley? Marley, are you okay? What happened?
JAKE: She hasn't been eating.
She's been skipping lunch.
Is that because
you've been telling her to?
You trying to turn her
into a damn rexy?
What?
No. Why would I... why would I want that?
'Cause you're a crazy, evil ***.
Hey, Marley, you all right?
The nurse is on the way, Mr. Schue.
Santana, Puck, you stay here with Marley.
The rest of you guys, get back up there.
Leaving the stage mid-competition,
for any reason, is risking immediate disqualification.
What?! That-that's a rule?
SUE: Yeah, it's a rule.
One of the bylaws, actually.
As all of you all were spiraling
into a self-created K-hole of crazy,
the judges, by unanimous vote,
have declared the Warblers victorious.
Hey, congratulations, Finn Hudson.
For the first time in its charmed,
yet pitiful existence,
the New Directions! has lost Sectionals.
But here's the good news.
Christmas came early for one Sue Sylvester.
(low, rumbling thunder)
(phone beeps)
That was Blaine. They lost.
(gasps)
Apparently, the new girl, Marley, passed out on stage,
and the Warblers won.
Oh, my God. So, wait. That... that's it then.
What are they going to do now?
I don't know. I just feel bad for Blaine.
If he was still with the Warblers,
he'd be on his way to Regionals right now.
You think I should call Finn?
If you think it's gonna make him feel better.
No. I don't, actually.
It'll probably just make him feel worse.
Imagine coming down
from one loss just to be reminded of an even bigger one.
Well, our friends' feelings aside, it's really woken me up
to the idea of making the most of the chances that you have.
You know? I've got one more chance of getting into NYADA,
and I can't blow the audition.
It's not your last chance, okay?
I mean, you can still reapply.
No.
I can't live my life chasing something that the universe
is trying to tell me that I'm not good enough to achieve.
It's not the universe. It's just Carmen Tibideaux.
Is there a difference?
Speaking of Carmen,
has she started passing out her golden tickets
for the Winter Showcase yet?
No, and it doesn't matter, because I'm not getting one.
Alexandra Blasucci was the last freshman to get one
in the past seven years,
and she was practically raised on the Broadway stage.
Wait. How do you even know about those tickets?
I've become very active on the NYADA blogs.
I figured, the more I know,
the better I can streamline my application and audition.
(opera music playing)
The Winter Showcase is like the NYADA Met Ball.
Ten students are invited to perform at the showcase a year.
The cream of the cream.
She handwrites and hand-delivers each invitation.
Just getting invited is an honor.
Former winners have gone on
to win Emmys, Tonys,
Golden Globes and even an Oscar.
But they all agree.
The proudest and greatest moment of their careers
was when Carmen handed them that Golden Envelope.
♪ ♪
(applause)
(school bell rings)
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wha-What's happening? What are you doing?
Hey, there, Lumps.
Just taking advantage of the high ceilings
on this, my new rehearsal space.
It is now the home of my brand-new French-Canadian,
circus-inspired Cheerios! side project, Sue du Soleil.
Get rid of all this sparkly red stuff.
It still smells like the Glee Club in here.
What are you talking about?
Well, when your season ended,
with your loss at Sectionals,
I filed the appropriate paperwork
so that the Cheerios! take full possession of this room,
including everything in it-- your trophies,
your beloved plaque with the late Lillian Adler.
And I took her inspirational quotation,
and I re-engraved something for myself here.
"I died a slow, horrible death choking on the fluid
in my own lungs."
You...
You can't do this.
Oh, I didn't do this.
You did this, and now if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to take your Nationals trophy,
and I'm going to run over it with my Le Car.
Over my dead body.
(grunting)
Figgins' office.
Now!
Door jam?
(school bell ringing)
How could you have let this happen?
It's not rocket science, Will.
When the football team loses and the season is over,
they are longer entitled to use the field!
Fine. We'll use the auditorium.
The auditorium now belongs
to the McKinley High Drum and Bugle Corps.
What about the Spanish Room?
I've rented it out to the Rotary Club.
The history classroom?
Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous.
You're telling me that there's nowhere
in this school that the Glee Club can rehearse?
That's exactly what I'm telling you, Finn Hudson.
It's pure economics.
The district is running a seven-figure deficit,
and we're sitting on prime real estate.
SUE: Let's face facts.
The New Directions! are finished.
You have no place to practice or perform.
The only thing left to do is to hand over
the keys to the choir room and inform your students
that Glee Club is over for the year.
And if that's too much for your feeble constitution,
I'm happy to do it for you.
No.
I'll do it.
(school bell ringing)
(sighs)
How does it feel, Coach?
Got to be honest, Becky.
I have looked forward to this very moment
for a long time.
Now that it's finally here,
I'm left with a strange, empty feeling.
That's how I felt when I saw Prometheus.
Now, I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't a little concerned about them, Becky.
(sighs)
Those Glee Clubbers are so emotionally fragile,
I can't help wonder what this will do to them.
With their dreams crushed,
where and who will they be
in just a few short months?
I'm a drug mule in the Lima crack district.
I was forced to sell my legs to science.
I'm performing on the bathhouse circuit.
I'm a finance major at Brandeis.
It turns out Glee Club was really holding me back.
Oh, I wish there was some way to assuage my guilt.
A sign that I was doing the right thing.
(knocking)
Sue Sylvester? I cannot thank you enough.
I can't tell you how much I hate those kids!
Do you know how demeaning it is when they just turn to you
and yell, "Hit it!," and you're just supposed
to know what song they're gonna sing?
I'm free. Free.
(school bell ringing)
So, that's it?
No more Glee?
Until next September.
Sugar already bailed.
Can I just say what everyone is thinking?
This is Marley's fault.
New Rachel, my butt.
I knew Rachel Berry.
I was friends with Rachel Berry,
and you, Marley, are no Rachel Berry.
Mm-hmm.
Preach.
FINN: Guys, guys, enough.
It's not like it's over. The holiday concert is later
this week, and we are going to be preparing
for it all week long.
If this is our swan song,
let's make it the best one it can be.
You really expect us to go up
in front of the whole school and parade
our loserdom for all to see?
Yeah, Kitty does have a point.
We agreed to do the show when we thought
it would be on the heels of another Sectionals victory.
Now it just feels like a pity party.
I love to sing and dance as much as anybody,
but without a competition to prep for, it's hard
to get motivated.
I understand that we need
a little shift in perspective,
but let's just enjoy this week, and look forward
to our big comeback next year.
That's right.
What about those of us who won't have a next year?
(school bell ringing)
(indistinct conversations)
It worked. You found me.
Did you lay out the line of cereal for me?
Well, it's Tuesday, and I know
how you forget to eat breakfast on Tuesdays
'cause the first few days of the week tend to confuse you.
How did you know that?
You told me.
Is that mine?
I think maybe the reason
why Santana was always picking on me was because
some part of her knew the truth.
About Area 51?
About that I'm totally into you.
You're, uh, the only person that really understands me.
It's 'cause you're a genius.
And most people don't understand geniuses.
Like most people didn't appreciate Einstein
or the Spice Girls until it was too late.
And I think that you know that I think
that you are... pretty awesome.
And your impressions are amazing.
(like Elvis): Well, thank you, Brittany.
(laughs)
I'm super bummed
about Glee Club ending, but I'm most sad
that I never got the chance to do a real love song with you.
That's why I laid out the path of cereal--
so you could come in here and sing with me.
Is that why the band's here?
You figured it all out.
So, will you do me the honor of singing a ballad with me?
I love this song.
("Something Stupid" begins)
(in harmony): ♪ I know I stand in line until you think ♪
♪ You have the time to spend an evening with me ♪
♪ And if we go someplace to dance ♪
♪ I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me ♪
♪ And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place ♪
♪ And have a drink or two ♪
♪ And then I go and spoil it all ♪
♪ By saying something stupid like "I love you" ♪
♪ I can see it in your eyes ♪
♪ That you despise the same old lies ♪
♪ You heard the night before ♪
♪ And though it's just a line to you ♪
♪ For me it's true and never seemed so right before ♪
♪ I practice every day to find some clever lines to say ♪
♪ To make the meaning come through ♪
♪ But then I go and spoil it all ♪
♪ By saying something stupid like "I love you" ♪
♪ The time is right, your perfume fills my head ♪
♪ The stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue ♪
♪ And then I go and spoil it all ♪
♪ By saying something stupid like "I love you" ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ I... love you. ♪
(whispers): I can't.
Is it my lips?
No. Your lips are so soft and horizontal.
I just like you too much to put you in danger.
Santana broke up with you.
No, it's not just Santana.
It's, like, all the lesbians of the nation,
and I don't know how they found out
about Santana and I dating,
but once they did, they started sending me, like, tweets,
and Facebook messages on Lord Tubbington's wall.
I think it means a lot to them
to see two super-hot, popular girls in love,
and I worry if they find out about you and I dating,
that they'll turn on you and get really violent
and hurt your beautiful face and mouth.
I'm not scared of them.
I know, uh, yeah...
Um, thanks for the song
and breakfast was great, but I just can't.
(school bell rings)
(sprightly classical piano playing)
♪ ♪
Knees back, Schwimmer.
Knees...
Can I go get a sip of water?
Of course.
Of course, yeah.
Stop.
Everybody, stop.
Because that's what happens
when you're thirsty on Broadway.
You see, they stop the show
so that mommy can hand you a sippy cup.
Is this how you respond to getting a golden ticket?
I'm not being a diva.
I'm just... I'm dehydrated,
and I've been working my butt off in this class,
Hmm.
and I have gotten better.
Three months in, you still have no stamina
no precision, and you think
you can outperform Alexandra Blasucci at the Showcase?
That girl was born in toe shoes.
You won't even be able to keep up.
I've kept up with you.
Oh. All right.
I-I just meant, with everything that you've thrown at me...
I don't throw things... I teach.
Nothing I do here is random or unintentional.
It's not my fault that you don't understand my methods.
And it's not my fault that you don't see how good I've become.
Okay.
Would you like to show me how good you've become?
Show me that I'm not wasting my time?
Fine.
Chicago.
Opening number. You familiar with it?
Anybody else here can
join in if they like,
but this is between me and the platypus.
(Rachel laughs)
("All That Jazz" playing)
♪ Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ Start the car, I know a whoopee spot ♪
♪ Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot ♪
♪ It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl ♪
♪ And all... ♪
♪ That... ♪
♪ Jazz... ♪
♪ Skiddoo ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
(faster, brighter): ♪ Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ I hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ Hold on, hon, we're gonna bunny hug ♪
♪ I bought some aspirin down at United Drug ♪
♪ In case you shake apart and want a brand-new start ♪
♪ To do ♪
♪ That ♪
♪ Jazz! ♪
♪ Find a flask ♪
♪ We're playing fast and loose ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ Right up here is where I store the juice ♪
♪ And all that jazz ♪
♪ Come on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky ♪
♪ I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high ♪
♪ 'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear ♪
♪ To all... ♪
♪ That... ♪
(breathily): ♪ Jazz... ♪
(dancers oohing, aahing)
♪ No, I'm no one's wife ♪
♪ But, oh, I love my life ♪
♪ And all... ♪
♪ That... ♪
♪ Jazz... ♪
♪ That jazz. ♪
(song ends)
Now...
do you see what I'm saying, Schwimmer?
You're not good enough yet.
Maybe you're right.
Yeah, I'm not-I'm not as good of a dancer as you are.
Oh! Oh, you're finally learning something in here.
But I'm just as good of a singer,
maybe even better.
You think anyone in here believes that?
Because there's a big difference
between self-confidence and delusion.
No one else has to believe it.
No one but me.
But... thank you.
You actually did teach me something, which is that
if I'm going to win this showcase,
the only way I'm gonna do it is with my voice.
Where are we putting Scott Rudin?
That's where you have him?
You need to put him over here.
As a matter of fact,
you need to redo all of this.
(knock at door)
Madame Tibideaux?
I hope it's all right
that I'm dropping by your office.
I-I'm not sure that you, uh, remember me...
What can I do for you, Mr. Hummel?
Oh, uh,
I-I applied for the second semester...
I received it. I reviewed it.
And the accompanying video?
Of you doing the acoustic version
of WHAM!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go"?
What'd you think?
I thought exactly what I thought the first time you auditioned
for me last Spring.
"Here's a very talented young man
"who knows how to sell a number,
but who is devoid of complexity and depth."
What?
You gave me
surface...
when I was looking for soul.
We are training artists here, Mr. Hummel.
Performers who are not afraid to show their vulnerability,
and yes, even their heart.
Madame Tibideaux, I-I-I-I-I have all of those things.
I rarely give anyone a second chance,
and when I do, it is on my terms.
Now, thank you for your continued interest in NYADA,
but as you can see, I'm busy preparing
for the Winter Showcase.
Good afternoon, Mr. Hummel.
(school bell rings)
Oh, hell no.
What happened to you?
I joined the marching band. I'm the drum leader.
What happened to you?
We joined the Cheerios!
We had to do something. It's our senior year.
We wanted to compete. We want to be part of a team.
And Coach Sylvester just let you?
It was way easier than I thought.
I'm gonna be blunt.
60 Minutes is doing a piece on me,
and that Leslie Stahl is gonna to bring the heat.
I could use a handsome, non-flammable gay
to articulate how my defeating the Glee Club once and for all
and absorbing its budget
was actually the best thing that ever happened to him.
And my squad's looking a little pale these days.
Wouldn't hurt to add a dash of Yellow #4
to my championship cheer batter.
I get what you're saying.
It's weird to suddenly feel like you're not a part of anything.
That's why we joined the basketball team.
Oh, no,
that's why you joined the basketball team.
I joined the basketball team because I'm good at basketball.
Uh...
That's right.
Uh-huh.
I joined the McKinley Floor Hockey Team.
And when I slip a wig underneath the face mask,
nobody will be the wiser.
Hallelu.
Who knew this school had so many clubs?
I joined the Interfaith Paintball League,
where Christians, Jews and Muslims can
shoot at each other safely.
(spattering)
Well, it looks like we've all sort of moved on,
which just leaves one question: when are we going to tell Finn?
(school bell rings)
I can't believe it's been, like, what, two days,
that you've all gone in completely separate,
and totally insane, directions.
We lost Sectionals.
Our season is over.
You can't be upset that we've moved on.
It's the healthy thing to do.
Is it really?
Is it the healthy thing to do
to take orders from Sue Sylvester
for the rest of the school year?
And Artie, man,
you basically dragged me
out of the tire shop, telling me that this club was
part of my destiny somehow.
What did you even join?
Your costume is ridiculous.
I looks like a peacock died on your head.
It's called a plume.
Whatever! Okay, look,
I-I'm not going to waste all six minutes
I was able to book the auditorium for
yelling at you guys.
Six minutes?
Yeah.
Emperor Sylvester swooped in
and carved the reservation hours into tenths.
So the only other time I was able to get
was 9:54, Friday night,
and I'll be here ready to rehearse,
and I hope you will, too.
'Cause if you don't,
I think you're going to regret
missing that opportunity for the rest of your lives.
I'll definitely be here.
Yeah, well, we'd all be here
if you hadn't face-planted at Sectionals.
Tina, enough.
(speaking quietly)
(light switches clicking, clanking)
(school bell rings)
Hey.
Oh.
Can I ask you a question?
Oh, The Walking Dead isn't
based on a true story. I already checked.
That's not what I was gonna ask, but, oh.
No, thanks.
Are you planning on going
to the holiday concert rehearsal on Friday?
Why?
Well, I pulled some strings
and I got us reservation for the VIP booth at Breadstix,
but the only time they had available was
for the same time as rehearsal.
So, do you want to go?
You mean, like... on a date?
Yeah, well, I was thinking about what Finn said
about last chances,
Mm-hmm.
and how everyone's joining all these clubs
because they don't want to miss out,
and the truth is, is that ever since Santana left,
you're the only person that makes me smile.
I am pretty non-stop hilarious.
You make me happy, Sam,
And I don't want to waste any more time
not smiling at your hilariousness.
What about the lesbian blogger community?
They're not gonna like it,
but the way I figure is that
they know they're my sisters
and love is love.
(like Forrest Gump): I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is.
(chamber orchestra tuning up)
(instruments quiet)
Welcome to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts'
annual Winter Showcase.
While this is a competition,
it is also a celebration.
Each year, our faculty chooses ten students
who exemplify the best
of what we are trying to achieve.
Our first performer is Alexandra
Blasucci.
She will be doing Delibes' Sylvia
with variations by Sir Frederick Ashton.
(applause)
(orchestra playing lively, dramatic selection from Sylvia )
Hey.
Hey. Hi.
You're nervous.
I was, too, at my first showcase.
Just... remember what I said
when we first met-- you're here
because you're the best of the best.
What?
Well, that's very sweet.
That was a very good pep talk.
I don't know.
I feel like I... like I got this.
You know?
Look, I-I know I may not be a...
like, a typical beauty, and...
no one's gonna ever pay me to walk the runway on Fashion Week
or I'm not gonna cure cancer, write the Great American Novel,
but if you give me a stage to sing on,
I know, in my gut, that there's no one that can beat me.
I... can't believe you can be so calm.
(chuckling): Oh, my God... I'm terrified!
But, um, I know who I am and I know
what I'm gonna do.
I'm just gonna go out there like...
I'm never gonna get a chance to sing again.
Well, I may not be able to cure
anything either, but I'm smart enough to know--
never get in the way of a woman on a mission.
So...
...break a leg.
What was that for?
I think I'm just gonna start doing things
like I'm never gonna get another chance to.
KURT: Hey!
Uh, as sympathetic as I am
at this particular act of a rom-com,
Rachel, you're up.
Our next performer is from the freshman class.
Please welcome Miss Rachel Berry.
(applause)
Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, and, um...
I'm just going to... sing for you.
("Being Good Isn't Good Enough" begins)
♪ Being good ♪
♪ Isn't good enough ♪
♪ Being good won't be good enough ♪
♪ Gotta fly and if I ♪
♪ Fall ♪
♪ That's the way it's gotta be ♪
♪ There's no other way for ♪
♪ Me ♪
♪ Being good ♪
♪ Just won't be good enough ♪
♪ I'll be the best ♪
♪ Or nothing ♪
♪ At all ♪
♪ I'll try ♪
♪ Am I strong enough? ♪
♪ Is there time? ♪
♪ Have I long enough? ♪
♪ Gotta fly ♪
♪ And if I fall ♪
♪ Well, that's the way it's gotta be ♪
♪ There's no other way for me ♪
♪ Being good ♪
♪ Just won't be good enough ♪
♪ I'll be the best ♪
♪ Or nothing ♪
♪ At all. ♪
(cheers and applause)
Encore!
(laughing)
Encore!
Come on! Encore!
Um, this is my favorite holiday song
that I'd like to sing for you today.
("O Holy Night" begins)
♪ O holy night ♪
♪ The stars are brightly ♪
♪ Shining ♪
♪ It is the night of our dear ♪
♪ Savior's birth ♪
♪ Long lay the world
♪ In sin and error pining ♪
♪ Till He appeared ♪
♪ And the soul felt its worth ♪
♪ A thrill of hope, the ♪
♪ Weary world ♪
♪ Rejoices, for ♪
♪ Yonder breaks a ♪
♪ New and glorious morn ♪
♪ Fall ♪
♪ On your knees... ♪
♪ O hear the angel voices ♪
♪ O night divine ♪
♪ O night ♪
♪ When Christ was born ♪
♪ O ♪
♪ Night ♪
♪ Divine ♪
♪ O ♪
♪ Night ♪
♪ O night ♪
♪ Divine ♪
♪ Oh, oh... ♪
♪ O ♪
♪ Night ♪
♪ Divine. ♪
(song ends)
(cheers and applause)
Rachel, that was wonderful.
No...
it was superb.
And now we're going to have a brief intermission,
and when we come back, if he thinks he's ready,
we'll have a performance...
from Mr. Hummel.
Carmen Tibideaux is an insane person.
Asking me to sing
in front of the entire NYADA faculty?
And all those theatrical
luminaries? I mean, why would she do that?
She's giving you a second chance at your audition.
She just wants to see how you perform under pressure.
I'm gonna fail, that's what's gonna happen.
Uh... I have nothing prepared.
Oh, my God.
You have an entire repertoire.
I guess I could do "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again"?
No Phantom, not in front of this crowd.
"With One Look"?
Sunset Boulevard? Same thing.
(sighs) "Being Alive"?
Yes.
Oh, my God, I just got chills.
That's perfect!
There's only one problem--
I think that's a song that Carmen hates
and I can't do it without a costume or props!
You don't need any of that stuff!
Yes, I do. You know that I'm at my best
when I have my careful assortment of bells
and whistles, like steel scaffolding or my gold lamé pants.
Kurt.
You said it yourself--
that is exactly what Carmen does not want to see.
You know when you were your absolute best?
My favorite performance ever?
When you sang "I Want to Hold Your Hand" in the choir room.
It was so...
just simple
and emotional and... I don't know, I...
I get chills every time I think about it.
Do you remember that?
(sighs)
Of course I do.
But things were different-- my dad was in the hospital.
I dedicated it to him.
Who am I supposed to dedicate this to? Carmen?
To yourself.
(applause)
KURT: Uh, uh...
Hi. Um...
I'm Kurt Hummel,
and I'll be auditioning for the role of...
NYADA student.
Tonight I am going to perform a song
that I've loved since I was six.
But, um...
I think for the first time in my life, I...
finally understand what it means.
("Being Alive" begins)
♪ Someone to hold you too close ♪
♪ Someone to hurt you too deep ♪
♪ Someone to sit in your chair ♪
♪ To ruin your sleep ♪
♪ Someone to crowd you with love ♪
♪ Someone to force you to care ♪
♪ Someone to make you come through ♪
♪ Who will always be there ♪
♪ As frightened as you of being alive ♪
♪ Being alive ♪
♪ Somebody hold me too close ♪
♪ Somebody hurt me too deep ♪
♪ Somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep ♪
♪ And make me aware of being alive ♪
♪ Make me alive ♪
♪ Make me confused ♪
♪ Mock me with praise ♪
♪ Let me be used ♪
♪ Vary my days ♪
♪ But alone is alone ♪
♪ Not alive ♪
♪ Somebody crowd me with love ♪
♪ Somebody force me to care ♪
♪ Somebody let me come through ♪
♪ I'll always be there, as frightened as you ♪
♪ To help us survive ♪
♪ Being alive... ♪
♪ Being alive ♪
♪ Being alive! ♪
(applause, cheering and whistling)
(phone buzzing)
Rachel, it's Finn. You butt-dialed me again.
Oh, I... I didn't... I didn't butt-dial you.
I just, um...
I wanted to hear your voice.
Especially after...
Hearing we lost?
That everyone's giving up
and moving on?
It's over.
We're done competing for the year.
Finn, Glee Club isn't just about competing.
You kidding me? You live to compete.
Kurt told me you were competing tonight.
How'd it go?
I won.
Great.
That's...
Wow, uh... congratulations.
Finn, listen to me.
You know, even if we... we never won our Sectionals,
or Nationals had never happened...
it still would have been worth it.
I mean, Glee-- it's...
it's about the love of music.
It's about people like Puck and Artie
not just singing together, but actually being friends.
And Brittany and Mike dancing just for fun
when no one else is around.
It's even about the romances.
You know, they come and go, but...
they're just as important.
Look, those kids-- they respect you so much.
And they look up to you, so...
don't let them give up on their dreams.
Okay?
Promise me one thing.
Don't give up on yours.
Okay?
(beep)
(sighs heavily)
No one else is coming, are they?
I don't think so.
I had some good news for us, but maybe it doesn't matter anymore.
I found a place where Glee Club can practice.
It's not great, but
I know for a fact that no one can kick us out.
(school bell ringing)
(sighs)
FINN: "Dear Glee Club,
"I realize most of you think
"it's stupid to still call us that.
I mean, our season's over, so what are we now, really?"
You're all garbage!
FINN: "We lost Sectionals, so what do we have left?"
You have assassinated William McKinley all over again!
FINN: "Nothing. We've got nothing.
"I got a phone call from Rachel last night.
"She just won the Winter Showcase at NYADA,
"which is, like, this huge deal.
"Like, not once in history has it ever gone to a Freshman.
"And she reminded me why
"I joined Glee Club in the first place.
"It's about music.
"Every one of us loves music.
"And no one can take that away from us.
"I'm not giving up on you.
"Marley found a place where we can rehearse,
"and I want us to meet there today after school at 5:00.
I hope I see you all there."
(shivering)
It gets dark so early now.
I'm really sorry, Finn.
Marley, don't.
No, I mean it.
You've being so nice about this, but it's my fault.
I was...
naive and insecure and self-centered,
and now Glee Club's over.
Well, you and I are still here, right?
("Don't Dream it's Over" by Crowded House begins)
♪ There is freedom within ♪
♪ There is freedom without ♪
♪ Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup ♪
♪ There's a battle ahead ♪
♪ Many battles are lost ♪
♪ But you'll never see the end of the road ♪
♪ While you're traveling with me ♪
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
BOTH: ♪ Don't dream it's over ♪
FINN: ♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ When the world comes in ♪
♪ They come, they come ♪
♪ To build a wall between us ♪
♪ We know they won't win ♪
♪ Now I'm towing my car ♪
♪ There's a hole in the roof ♪
♪ My possessions are causing me suspicion ♪
♪ But there's no proof ♪
♪ In the paper today ♪
♪ Tales of war and of waste ♪
♪ But you turn right over to the TV page ♪
ALL: ♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ Don't dream it's over ♪
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ When the world comes in ♪
♪ They come, they come ♪
♪ To build a wall between us ♪
♪ We know they won't win ♪
♪ Only shadows ahead ♪
♪ Barely clearing the roof ♪
♪ Get to know the feeling of liberation and release ♪
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ Don't dream it's over ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ When the world comes in ♪
♪ When the world comes in ♪
♪ They come, they come... ♪
Oh, my God, what happened?
I got my NYADA letter.
I got in.
Oh, my God!
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ Don't dream it's over ♪
♪ Hey now, hey now ♪
♪ Don't dream it's over. ♪
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