that was important. I need applause to live.
But then Finn introduced her to a friend who showed her
that there's a lot worse things to lose than your voice.
- I compensate with humor. - And that's what you missed on Glee.
(bell ringing) Hey, you wanted to see me?
William, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to.
He's the newest member
of our school board.
And he'd like to speak to you.
Will Schuester, meet Mr. Bryan Ryan.
We've met.
WILL: Bryan Ryan.
We went to school together, and he made my life a living hell.
He was two years older.
Dated every girl I liked.
Got every solo.
¶ Cheer up, Sleepy Jean ¶
¶ Oh, what can it mean? ¶
¶ To a daydream believer ¶
¶ And a homecoming queen... ¶
What's the matter, Schuester, cat got your talent?
(forced chuckle)
I'm here to do an audit of our curriculum, Will.
We may need to cut some of our district's
art programs. It's really just
a formality, William.
No, it's not. We'll probably cut the glee club.
What?!
But-but you were in the glee club.
Show choir was your life.
It was, Will.
And after I graduated, I hit the big time.
I was a featured soloist
at King's Island in The Dooble-Dee-Doo Musical Revue.
We were a smash.
Then for three years,
I did the cruise ship circuit.
But when that dried up,
I realized I had been sold a bill of goods.
Nine years later,
I woke up on a urine-stained mattress
in the West Lima crack district.
Then...
something amazing happened.
I was introduced to Jesus.
He was my Honduran social worker.
I straightened up,
put down the pipe,
met the love of my life, Wilma,
and now I run a successful used Hummer dealership.
Don't make that face.
Global warming's a theory.
(exhales)
And four nights a week,
I run a show choir conversion group.
Hi, I'm Brenda.
And it's been 42 days since I sang a show tune.
GROUP: Hi, Brenda.
Years ago when I auditioned to play
Miss Adelaide in Guys and Dolls,
I was asked to take my top off.
Evidently, that is not... customary.
And... that's when I started huffing glue.
My name is Russell; I'm a glee club survivor.
Whenever anything bad would happen,
I would just say, "Let's put on a show."
Well, guess what?
"Puttin' on a show!"
about your father's prostate cancer
(voice cracking): will actually just make him more depressed
about the situation.
Show choir kills.
I just want to have a talk with your kids.
Make sure you're not building up their hopes
just to have them knocked down.
What if I say no?
Just let him speak to the kids, William.
Let Mr. Bryan Ryan contribute to the marketplace of ideas.
What's the worst that can happen?
WILL: Okay, guys, listen up.
This is Mr. Ryan.
He's a member of the school board,
and he would like to say a few words.
I-I just want you guys to listen critically
and know that what he's saying
is just one of many opinions.
Take out a piece of paper.
And on that paper, I want you to write down
your biggest dream.
A dream that means so much,
you're afraid to admit it even to yourself.
Your dream is never going to happen.
91% of you
will spend your entire lives living in Allen County, Ohio.
So unless you wrote down that your dream was
to "work for a mid-market health insurance provider"
or "find an entry level job in an elderly care facility,"
you're going to be very disappointed.
This is really depressing.
I'm going to guess that a lot of your dreams
involve "showbiz."
Well, let me tell you.
Showbiz dreams are the most unrealistic of them all.
But... that's what I want to do with my life.
Oh, look, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings,
I'm just trying to spare you disappointment.
I think we get your point.
Aw, well, Schuester here's a prime example.
He used to have that glimmer of hope in his eyes
that I can see right now in all of yours.
But he couldn't make it happen for himself,
so he now has to try and convince you all
that it will happen for you.
Guess what?
His dream didn't work out.
And neither will yours.
(sobbing)
Okay, you're done here.
You would be wise to show me some respect.
You've said your piece.
Now get out.
Well, Schuester, I should thank you.
You've made my decision about which program to cut
a lot easier.
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(bell ringing)
Thanks.
Godard on Godard?
He was the master of the French New Wave.
I was figuring that since I'm never going to become a star
as a performer, maybe I could become one behind the camera.
Did you know Christopher Reeve directed a movie
after his accident? In the Gloaming.
Didn't see it.
Oh, me neither. Too depressing.
Is that what you wrote as your dream?
Before Bryan Ryan crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash?
Yes.
Why are you lying to me?
After everybody left,
I went back for my book bag
and something stopped me.
That was supposed to be private.
I don't understand you.
You're always talking about wanting to get with me,
but you won't be honest with me about your hopes and dreams.
I'm in a wheelchair, but I'm still a guy.
What's the difference?
I'm never going to actually become a dancer.
My legs are never going to work again.
It was stupid.
I was thinking--
Mr. Shue is so busy dealing with Bryan Ryan
that he didn't give us an assignment for the week.
So, why don't we do one on our own.
A dance number.
You want to dance with me?
You were pretty hot in "Proud Mary."
Why don't we try and kick it up a few notches.
Hi.
How was your spring break?
Good.
It's good to be back.
What were you just rehearsing?
A guy came to Glee Club to talk to us about dreams.
Luckily, I've known mine since I was four.
I'm going to play three parts on Broadway--
Evita, Funny Girl and Laurey in Oklahoma.
I was just practicing her dream ballet with Curly.
It's what I do when I'm feeling a little stressed.
That's not a dream.
A dream is something that fills up the emptiness inside.
The one thing that you know if it came true,
all the hurt would go away.
You singing, "Don't Cry For Me Argentina,"
in front of a sold-out crowd, isn't a fantasy.
It's an inevitability.
(chuckles)
I thought you'd never come back.
And miss all your drama?
Never.
(bell ringing)
So what is it, your dream?
I don't know.
Well, then go inside, find it and ask it what it's gonna take.
Why are you pushing this?
Because you're my girlfriend,
and I want to know all your secrets.
When you lie awake at night, what's missing?
My mom.
Your mom?
You mean like you want to meet her?
I just would like to know who she is.
I don't really need to meet her or anything,
but maybe just find out her name or... something about her.
Hmm.
It's silly.
It's not like it's going to happen or anything.
Why?
Well, just because my dad never told me anything,
and I didn't want to ask them anything
'cause I didn't want to hurt their feelings.
So let's check it out without them knowing.
Do you know why I came back to school here?
To win another national title
and make all your dreams come true.
If this is one of them,
then I'm not going to stop until it happens.
(piano playing lively tune)
(wheels make tap shoe-like tapping sound)
(boombox beeps, shuts off)
My tap wheels suck.
I thought we sounded pretty good.
You did.
I sound like someone put tap shoes on a horse
and then shot it.
Will you bring me those?
I borrowed them from John Hubner.
The kid with cerebral palsy?
They're his extra pair.
Help me get up on them.
Have you ever used anything like these before?
No, but I have superhuman upper body strength
from using my wheelchair.
If I can just get up,
I think I can use my arms to get around the room.
Come on. You said
we were going to kick it up a notch.
Dreams aren't supposed to be easy.
I'm going to try to take a step.
Okay.
You're doing it.
Are you okay?
Go away.
Let me bring your chair over.
Just go... away.
You shouldn't have done this to me.
You pushed me to do this.
I'm sorry.
Just go away, please.
(sniffles)
(bell ringing)
Hey, Bryan.
Hello, Will.
Just taking stock of the home ec supplies.
You see, our home ec program
teaches practical skills like food service preparation.
Can't feed a child sheet music, Will.
I mean, I suppose you could for a while, but...
they'd be dead in a month.
I'd like to buy you a beer.
Oh.
No, no.
I want to convince you that you're wrong.
You won't.
Then... for old times' sake?
I found her.
Your mother? Where?
In the library.
I've been researching her all morning, and as I suspected,
my intuition has been proven correct.
My mother is Broadway legend Patti Lupone.
I've always had a deep connection
to Ms. Lupone-- her choice of roles and songs.
I decided to do a little math
to see if her being my mother was even possible.
I was born December 18, 1994.
1994 was a big year for Mother.
She was a sensation in Pal Joey.
But that was in New York; I was born in Ohio, you say.
Well, Mother took many breaks
from the show to tour with Mandy Patinkin.
That April found them at the EJ Thomas Hall
in Akron, Ohio, for a standing room performance--
nine months before I was born.
Are you saying that your fathers impregnated Patti LuPone
in the Marriott in Akron?
Was Mandy Patinkin in on this?
All you have to do is look at pictures of her
in her performance in Master Class in 1996.
Look at the pain in her eyes and the hurt she's feeling
from giving up her obviously talented little girl.
One question: What was in it for her?
M-Money, a sense of charity for those in need?
I don't know.
Guess you're right.
Do you want to hear my research
that proves that my mother is Bernadette Peters?
Why are you so afraid about finding the truth?
I don't know, I guess I just don't want to think
that my mother is some teenage trollop like Quinn,
or worse, some skanky girl who would do anything for money,
including giving me up. Why does it
have to be one of those choices?
Maybe she had a really good reason for doing what she did.
We need to do a real investigation.
Like, CSI real.
Do you have
any baby stuff in your house,
something that might give us a clue?
My fathers kept every piece of paper
related to my life in files and cabinets in our basement.
It's sort of a little Rachel Berry museum.
Perfect.
We'll start there.
WILL: You were a big deal at McKinley.
("Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright playing quietly)
You had all the moves...
You were one of those dudes
where all the guys wanted to be you
and all the girls wanted you.
Not all of them.
Really?
All right, wh-who was the one that got away?
Terri Delmonico.
You remember her?
(coughing)
Yeah.
Yeah, she was, she was cool.
Oh...
I married her. No way.
Yeah.
It didn't really work out though.
Wow. I'm sorry to hear that.
She was great.
I-I really loved her,
and, you know, just... just grew apart.
Do you know what gave me the strength to...
finally get out of a terrible marriage?
Music.
Meeting those kids.
Coaching Glee Club.
No, you're right.
I-I'm... I'm never going to be on Broadway.
And maybe the same is going to go for most of those kids.
But that's not the point.
Glee Club--
it's not just about expressing yourself
to everyone else.
It's about expressing yourself to yourself.
I'm living a lie.
What?
(sniffles) I miss it so much!
I am miserable.
Ever since I stopped performing, I cannot stand my life!
Three times a year, I tell my wife
I'm going off to a business trip, I sneak out to New York,
I see a bunch of Broadway shows.
I have a box of Playbills
hidden away in my basement, Will.
Like porn.
(sobs)
(chokes up)
What are you doing?
(coin clinks)
("Piano Man" by Billy Joel playing)
You remember?
Sectionals, 1992.
You sang this song
alone on stage, just you and a piano.
I mean, I... I know this isn't quite as theatrical,
but you're gonna sing it again right now.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
¶ It's 9:00 on a Saturday ¶
¶ The regular crowd shuffles in ¶
¶ There's an old man sitting next to me ¶
¶ Making love to his tonic and gin ¶
(laughs)
¶ He says, "Son, can you play me a memory? ¶
¶ "I'm not really sure how it goes ¶
¶ "But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete ¶
¶ When I wore a younger man's clothes" ¶
¶ La, la, la, de, de, da ¶
¶ La, la, de, de, da, da, dum ¶
¶ Sing us a song, you're the piano man ¶
¶ Sing us a song tonight ¶
¶ Well, we're all in the mood for a melody ¶
¶ And you've got us feeling all right ¶
Whatever happened to you in the past, it's over.
You've got to give it another shot.
Lima Theatre Guild is doing a production of Les Miz.
Auditions are Friday,
and both of us are trying out.
All right? Oh, oh, okay.
Hey.
Sorry about yesterday.
No, I'm sorry.
I do a pretty good job of being in denial
about the hopelessness of my condition.
I think I just kind of freaked out
when I actually had to face it.
Who says it's hopeless?
Like, every doctor I've ever seen.
Maybe they're the wrong doctors.
I went online and did some research about
the new treatments on spinal cord injuries.
Did you know that some doctors are implanting
electrical stimulators in patients' bodies
to recover hand movements?
My hands work.
They're just starting to develop the technology.
But in a year, five years, who knows?
And some scientists at UC San Diego were actually able
to regenerate a rat's damaged spinal cord.
There are hundreds of studies
going on right now using stem cells.
I guess I just wanted to tell you
not to give up on your dream.
If you can imagine it,
it can come true.
What took you so long?
Your dads will be home soon.
There was so much stuff in the basement,
it's like a shrine.
It's creepy and flattering at the same time.
But these boxes had the earliest dates on them, so...
(gasps)
My baby teeth.
Look.
Is that me?
Looks like you. Oh.
I think you're in fifth position.
Makes sense. My dad says they used to
play Vivaldi into my mother's belly.
Put that there.
(gasps)
My first singing competition.
I came in first place.
You were eight months old.
I was very musically verbal.
Cute little baby shoes.
What's this?
"From Mother to Daughter."
Oh, my God, she wrote this.
She held this in her hand.
Wh-What are you doing?
Playing the tape. No!
Why not? She wanted you to hear this.
I-I'm not ready.
Look, this is all happening too fast.
What if she's singing on the tape?
What if she's terrible?
Or worse, what if she's better than me?
I can't believe we're so close to your dream coming true,
and you're running away from it. No.
It's, it's my choice.
It's... it's my life, and...
No, I'm-I'm not ready.
Jessie, I think that you should go.
(piano playing "Big Spender")
¶ The minute you walked in the joint ¶
¶ I could see you were a man of distinction ¶
(buzzing lips) ¶ A real big spender ¶
(warming up voice) ¶ Good-looking... ¶
Hey, buddy. Glad you showed up.
Please don't distract me.
I'm trying out for the role of Jean Valjean.
So am I.
Really?
¶ So let me get right to the point ¶
BRYAN: What song do you plan on singing?
I was going to sing "The Impossible Dream."
Wow, really? Interesting.
So am I.
But then,
I decided on
Aerosmith's "Dream On."
Yeah, me, too. That's what I'm gonna sing.
WILL: Are you kidding me right...
Is there a problem out here?
Yeah, there's a problem; this guy just stole my song!
Uh, I don't know this man. His caretaker just stepped away.
I overheard her mention he's a sex offender.
Oh, you're gonna need a caretaker in a second, buddy.
I run a dry cleaners.
I can only keep it closed for
30 minutes at a time. Thank you.
Sing it as a duet.
(band playing "Dream On")
¶ Every time that I look in the mirror ¶
¶ All these lines on my face getting clearer ¶
¶ The past is gone ¶
¶ It went by like dusk to dawn ¶
¶ Isn't that the way? ¶
¶ Everybody's got their dues in life to pay... ¶
¶ Yeah, I know ¶
¶ Nobody knows ¶
¶ Where it comes and where it goes ¶
¶ I know everybody's sin ¶
¶ You got to lose to know how to win ¶
¶ Half my life's ¶
¶ In books' written pages ¶
¶ Lived and learned ¶
¶ From fools and from sages ¶
¶ You know it's true ¶
¶ All the things ¶
¶ Come back to you ¶
¶ Sing with me, sing for the year ¶
¶ Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear ¶
¶ Sing with me if it's just for today ¶
¶ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you ¶
¶ Away-ay-ay... ¶
¶ Yeah, dream on, dream on, dream on ¶
¶ Dream until the dream comes true-ue...! ¶
¶ Dream on, dream on, dream on, ¶
¶ Dream until your dream comes through! ¶
¶ Yeah, dream on ¶
¶ Dream on ¶
¶ Dream on, dream on, dream on... ¶
¶ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! ¶
DUNCAN: Thank you. We'll let you know.
I can't believe I just bought tap shoes.
Think of them as an investment in your future.
Do you want a pretzel?
Hell, yes, woman.
They're upstairs.
Do you mind waiting down here while I go get them?
As long as you're buying.
Wait.
I need to tell you something.
I went to the doctor yesterday,
and he started me on all of the therapies
that you researched for me.
Really?
But guess what?
They're working.
Oh, my God.
Artie, you can walk!
I've spent so many years dreaming about what I'd do
if I could get up out of the chair.
And now that I can,
all I want to do is... dance.
(techno-pop playing)
(echoing): ¶ S... ¶
¶ A... ¶
¶ F... ¶
¶ E... ¶
¶ T... ¶
¶ Y ¶
¶ Safety Dance! ¶
¶ We can dance if we want to ¶
¶ We can leave your friends behind ¶
¶ 'Cause your friends don't dance ¶
¶ And if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine ¶
¶ I say we can go where we want to ¶
¶ A place where they will never find ¶
¶ And we can act like we come from out of this world ¶
¶ Leave the real one far behind ¶
¶ And we can dance ¶ ¶ Dancez! ¶
¶ We can go where we want to ¶
¶ And that is young, and so am I ¶
¶ And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet ¶
¶ And surprise 'em with a victory cry ¶
¶ I say, we can act if we want to ¶ Whoo! ¶
¶ If we don't, nobody will ¶
¶ And we can act real rude and totally removed ¶
¶ And I can act like an imbecile ¶
¶ I say, we can dance, we can dance ¶
¶ Everything's out of control ¶ Whoo! ¶
¶ We can dance, we can dance, doing it from wall to wall ¶
¶ We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands ¶
(clap once)
¶ We can dance, we can dance ¶
¶ Everybody's taking the chan-an-ance ¶
¶ It's Safety Dance! ¶
¶ Well, it's Safety Dance! ¶
¶ It's Safety Dance! ¶
¶ We can dance if we want to ¶
¶ We've got all your life and mine ¶
¶ As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it ¶
¶ Everything'll work out right ¶
¶ Say, we can dance, we can dance ¶
¶ Everything's out of control ¶ ¶ Out of control! ¶
¶ We can dance, we can dance, doing it from wall to wall ¶ ¶ Wall to wall! ¶
¶ We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands ¶
(clap twice)
¶ We can dance, we can dance ¶
¶ Everybody's taking the chan-an-ance ¶
DANCERS: ¶ With the Safety Dance, with the Safety Dance ¶
¶ With the Safety Dance ¶
¶ Oh, it's Safety Dance ¶
¶ It's Safety Dance, it's Safety Dance ¶
¶ It's Safety Dance. ¶
(song ends)
You okay?
I'm gonna dance one day, you know.
I know you are.
I thought you were gonna take a hatchet to that Glee Club.
I was, but you may have heard,
I plan on making my return to the stage next month
in a local production of Les Miz,
and I've had something of a personal awakening.
So I've decided to examine all
of the extracurricular activities here at this school,
and Sue, your Cheerios! budget is out of control.
Let me remind you of something, Mr. Ryan.
The Cheerios! sell tickets.
Not enough to offset your costs.
I am very tired of athletics always taking a back seat.
When daily P.E. was cut at this school,
no one batted an eye.
But cut a dance program, cancel the school musical,
and suddenly there's an uproar.
I did a little research, Sue.
Did you know that studies have shown that reading Shakespeare
might help kids learn physics?
That singing helps you learn pitch,
which makes learning a foreign language easier?
That when a kid picks up a clarinet or a trumpet,
every region of the cerebral cortex is stimulated?
Well, that's all very interesting,
but did you know that a third of American teenagers are obese,
and only 2% of high schools require any form
of daily physical activity?
Where is your outrage about that, Mr. Ryan?
Sports teach kids how to work together,
teaches problem solving and social skills,
it improves attendance, not to mention grades,
particularly among those students deemed
the most "at risk."
You've done your homework.
I'm an educator.
Now, I realize my methods are unconventional,
but my record speaks for itself.
Is it a tad over the top to bill
the district for skydiving lessons
to have the Cheerios! parachuted onto the football field?
Perhaps.
But what I do here makes a difference.
Sue, you're an impressive woman.
I can't tell you how much you turn me on right now,
You ever heard of the term "anger sex"?
It's the only kind I know, Bryan.
I should tell you I'm married. Not a problem for me.
And I'm still cutting half your budget.
You win some, you lose some.
Should I lock the door?
No. Got a secret room upstairs.
Like Letterman.
She has the tape.
She won't listen to it.
What?
She has to listen to it.
That's the point of all this.
I'm doing my best!
Look, when you told me to seduce her...
"Befriend" her was the word I used, actually.
Whatever. The thing is, I was into it
because I thought it would be a good acting exercise,
but now I think I kind of like her.
I don't want her to get hurt.
Look, one more week, this will all be done;
you can come back to Vocal Adrenaline where you belong.
I don't understand why you don't just go up to her and say,
"Hi, my name's Shelby. I'm your mom."
I signed a contract.
I can't contact her until she's 18.
She has to come to me.
That's why she has to listen to the tape.
Once she hears it,
she won't be able to sleep until she finds me.
I answered an ad in the paper.
Nine months work here would make me enough money
to live in New York for two years.
Her dads seemed like nice guys, so I went for it.
I never got to hold her.
And I only saw her for a second when they were cleaning her off.
It was through a bunch of nurses,
but she turned her little head, and she looked at me.
I've failed as an actress.
My walls are lined with trophies
instead of wedding pictures,
but through all of of that...
I only have one regret.
You get her to listen to that tape.
You know, honestly,
the only students that come and see me
on a scheduled weekly basis are ones
that have been diagnosed
with psychological disorders,
like a certain junior female that eats her own hair.
When I start walking,
I'm gonna need help emotionally adapting
to my drastically altered lifestyle.
Walking?
There are all these new therapies for my condition.
I figure if I try them all, one's bound to work.
Um...
you know, Artie, I have, um...
you know, I've read your file before.
Um... the damage
to your spinal cord's pretty severe.
Irreversible.
I think you know that.
I used to know that
until I saw the research.
Do you know how long the testing process takes
for medical protocols like this?
At least ten years,
and-and that's before they even start human trials.
So, you know, these... these studies
really aren't even in their infancies yet.
Look, I-I truly believe that there's gonna be a doctor
that finds a cure for what happened to you,
but I... you know,
I don't think that's gonna be for... a long time.
You know what? Um... maybe you're right.
Maybe you should start coming to see me once a week
for a while.
Thanks, Ms. Pillsbury.
Don't forget your, um, papers.
(school bell rings)
Guys, I've got good news.
I siphoned off funds from the Cheerios!
and I took a little shopping spree
through the Jazzhands catalogue.
You know why?
'Cause the arts matter.
And I got custom-made
New Directions! jean jackets
and some rad tearaway dancewear.
Hello.
And every piece of sheet music
from every Broadway show for the last 50 years.
Everything a show choir needs to become champions.
Wow, that's just amazing.
Let's all give a hand for Mr. Ryan.
RYAN: Thank you. Thank you.
SUE: Congratulations, Will.
I'm over the moon for you.
Thanks, Sue. I'm glad you have a good attitude
about your budget being cut.
No, no, I'm not talking about that.
I came over here to congratulate you on your new role.
Local director, Herb Duncan,
does the dry cleaning for the Cheerios!
and he let it slip
that you just landed the lead in Les Miz!
Congratulations.
SUE: Oh, I'm ecstatic.
And the good news just keeps coming,
'cause you got a part, too, Bry.
The exciting role
of Townsperson.
And you got a line, too.
Way back here
in the second act, you get to say...
"Hooray."
Congratulations, both of you, really.
I can't wait for opening night.
WILL: Wait, Bryan.
Congratulations, Will.
You're going to be great in the show.
Can we talk about this? Nothing to talk about.
I'm cutting the program.
Hooray!
Hooray...
Hey, Bryan. Can I talk to you for a second?
Make it quick. I'm rehearsing.
You know, reviewing my single line.
I want to take one last shot
at convincing you not to cut the program.
Give it a rest, Will.
You think you're helping these kids,
when all you're doing is setting them up
to be jaded and bitter.
You're right.
Cut the program, and they're certainly
more likely to turn out like you.
I've grown weary of your insults, Will.
They sting, and they make me want to punch your face.
(sighing) You remember high school?
Remember what it's like?
Those kids get labeled the second
they walk through the door freshman year.
Geek, punk,
jock, queer.
I've seen who these kids in Glee Club really are.
No labels, no preconceptions, their true spirits.
Yes, most of them are not stars...
but they shine like them.
Do you know what happens when a star dies, Bryan?
It doesn't just disappear.
It turns into this black hole, this giant energy-sucking mass
that doesn't just collapse in on itself; it takes away
any light that comes close down with it.
You take away Glee,
you're not just putting out those kids' lights;
you're creating 13 black holes.
(sighs)
I want you to take my part.
You should play Jean Valjean.
I want you to understand
how important the arts are for a person's soul.
You're a black hole right now.
Maybe this will help you remember
what it's like to be a star.
So, what you're saying is,
you'll give me the part if I don't cut the program.
Exactly.
Cool. Deal.
Oh, hey, sir. Hi.
I'm your new lead, and, uh, I'd just like
to set up some ground rules off the bat. First of all,
I have a lot of ideas. And, uh, next,
I don't really take direction.
Jessie, what are you doing here?
I said that I was going to help you
make your dreams come true.
No. I'm not ready.
Yes, you are.
("I Dreamed a Dream" plays)
SHELBY (on tape): Hi, baby.
It's your mom.
I think this pretty much says it all.
¶ I dreamed a dream ¶
¶ In time gone by ¶
¶ When hope was high ¶
¶ And life worth living ¶
¶ I dreamed that love ¶
¶ Would never die ¶
¶ I dreamed that God ¶
¶ Would be forgiving ¶
¶ Then I was young ¶
¶ And unafraid ¶
¶ And dreams were made ¶
¶ And used and wasted ¶
¶ There was no ransom ¶
¶ To be paid ¶
¶ No song unsung ¶
¶ No wine untasted ¶
¶ But the tigers come at night ¶
¶ With their voices soft as thunder ¶
¶ As they tear your hope apart ¶
¶ As they turn your dream ¶
¶ To shame... ¶
¶ And still I dream ¶
¶ She'll come to me ¶
¶ That we will live ¶
¶ The years together ¶
¶ But there are dreams ¶
¶ That cannot be ¶
¶ And there are storms ¶
¶ We cannot weather ¶
¶ I had a dream ¶
¶ My life would be ¶
¶ So different from this hell I'm living ¶
¶ So different now ¶
¶ From what it seemed ¶
¶ Now life has killed ¶
¶ The dream ¶
¶ I dreamed. ¶
TINA: Artie, please, think about this.
I have.
You've worked too hard on this routine
to have half a partner.
Fact is, any of the guys in there
could dance my part better than me without even rehearsing
Well, except Finn.
But I want to dance with you.
I can't dance, and I never will.
But... that's okay.
I'm never going to dunk a basketball
or kill a lion, either.
I have to focus on dreams that I can make come true.
I'm good, Tina.
Really.
Will you at least sing the song?
Sure.
(school bell ringing)
All right, guys, listen up.
Tina has something that she wants
to share with all of us, but first,
I have an announcement to make.
You've all been reprieved.
Bryan Ryan isn't cutting Glee.
Yeah.
Did he die?
No. He didn't die.
He, uh, is going to be distracted
for a couple months making his star turn in Les Miz.
He got the lead role.
But I thought you got the lead.
I resigned.
It was the price for keeping the club.
Sorry you had to do that, Mr. Shue.
I'm not.
You know, th-the way I see it,
I'm trading my one dream
for the chance that all 13 of you might find yours.
I mean, come on-- you can't argue with those numbers.
So, let's start with Tina's dream.
Come on up, Tina.
Tina, I understand that you whipped up
a little dance number for us--
a breakout that we might use at Regionals.
Yes.
You got a dance partner?
Mike Chang.
Chang. Yeah!
Whoo! Chang. All right.
All right, Chang!
("Dream A Little Dream of Me" plays)
¶ Stars shining bright above you ¶
¶ Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" ¶
¶ Birds singing in the sycamore tree ¶
¶ Dream a little dream of me ¶
¶ Say nighty-night and kiss me ¶
¶ Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me ¶
¶ While I'm alone and blue as can be ¶
¶ Dream a little dream of me ¶
¶ Da-da-da, da-da-da ¶
¶ Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you ¶
¶ Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you ¶
¶ But in your dreams, whatever they be ¶
¶ Dream a little dream of me, dream a little dream of me. ¶
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