For a challenge at
TV_universe -- pick a fandom and come up with "ten things." Here's mine. Hey, it was harder than it looks. Since first I had to think about songs I'd've liked to see, then make sure they didn't actually do them, then think about who could do them, then find scenes that would fit (for the
picspam), and then imagine the scenario. Not necessarily in that order. It was quite fun.
Ten Songs We Never Saw Them Sing on Glee
Fandom: Glee
Rating: G
Words: 1266
Notes: Click on the titles to see the YouTubes. The first one has two different ones, because I couldn't resist linking the version from Xena, too. Hah, #03 is from Xena as well.
01.
Sisters Are Doing It
for Themselves “I don’t know how many times I can tell you, Mercedes. I’m trying to walk in your footsteps, not steal your shoes.” Unique looked imploringly at Mercedes, but couldn’t help her eyes drifting down to Mercedes’ rather worn flats. Shifting her gaze to her own spangled pumps, she crossed her legs with a flourish and went back to sincere pleading. “Don’t shut me out. We sisters have to stick together!”
“Sisters?” Mercedes still looked huffy, but her eyes were softening.
“Yeah, yeah! Sisters gotta stick together. Sisters are-“ Their eyes met, and as one they rose and struck a pose. Mercedes nodded at Brad, and proclaimed, “Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves. Hit it!” (114)
02. Walk Like an Egyptian “It’s not fair,” Brittany said, hands on hips. “You guys know I’m not as good a singer as you, but you keep picking these hard songs.” Quinn and Santana exchanged a glance. “Hey, Britt,” Quinn said soothingly. “Didn’t know you felt this way. We’re sorry.” “Yeah, girl!” Santana threw her arms round the taller girl’s shoulders. “You gotta speak up! Now tell us, what do you want to do?” Brittany looked pleased. “Something with good dancing!” she said brightly. “Walk Like an Egyptian!”
The other two exchanged another glance, and shrugged. “Okay, but it’s not that easy a song,” warned Quinn. She and Santana put their heads together, singing “Ohhhh-ohway-ohh,” teasingly. Brittany made a face, getting up to show them the dance moves. And if she made them a little harder than usual, what of it? It was her turn to shine. (143)
03. Dancing in the Moonlight “Y’know, sometimes I miss starry skies,” Blaine said pensively, at the window. “Here, it’s just too bright at night to see the stars.” He leaned against the sill, head drooping. “Well, tonight it’s bright because the moon is almost full,” Kurt said, bustling over to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders. They both craned their necks to look around the fire escape and glimpse the moon. “We get it on most every night/When that moon is big and bright/It's a supernatural delight,” warbled Blaine sweetly. “You better believe it, sweetheart,” crooned Kurt, hooking a finger on Blaine’s collar, and dragging him off to the bedroom. (108)
04. Moon River “Dunno. I’m not much of a romantic.” Santana pulled off her apron and sat on the edge of the small stage. “More a realist.” The phrase lacked her customary boldness, sounding almost resigned. “Aw, really?” Dani grabbed her guitar and plopped down beside her. “Living in New York? The land of dreams?” She began strumming idly.
“Well, I’ll get you if you tell anyone, but I always did have kind of romantic feelings about that movie? ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’? It’s corny, but…I kept picturing that, y’know, meeting someone sitting on a fire escape in the big city.”
Dani smiled and, strumming with more intent, started singing, “Moon River, wider than a mile-.” After a surprised look, Santana found herself joining in, “Two drifters, off to see the world…they’re after the same rainbow’s end, waiting round the bend, my huckleberry…” That “huckleberry” got them, and they dissolved into laughter. (148)
05. The Rainbow Connection “Thing is, Mr. Schue, it’s a good gig, kids’ parties, but I’m running out of songs, and it’s starting to suck, singing stuff I hate instead of songs I love. But songs I love, those are, y’know.” Puck waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Mr. Schue laugh. “The trick is, Puck, my man, to find songs you love suitable for children’s ears. C’mon. Surely there’s something you remember loving as a kid?” Puck sat on the stool and balanced his guitar. “Hmm, now you mention it, there was one.” He started to strum, and nodded at his teacher, who picked up the tune on his ukelele with a broad grin. Together they launched into the lyrics, “Why are there so many…songs about rainbows? And what’s on the o-ther side?” (129)
06. Prisoner in Disguise Holly reached for classroom door as she heard coming from within--a crescendo of “Please! Brittany! But I love you!” She pushed the door open, to see Santana looking agonized, Brittany worried, puzzled. Finding among the multiple voices always in her head the most sympathetic one, she walked over to the pair and said sagely, “True love takes a little time.” Santana turned with a scathing expression, but Brittany looked amazed, and gasped, “That is true, so true!” Facing the teacher, she breathed, “How did you learn that?”
With a knowing look, Holly took both girls by the hand and led them to the front of the classroom. “It’s from a song,” she said cheerily. “Here. I’ll teach it to you.” (121)
07. December, 1963 (Oh What a Night) “C’mon, guys, it’ll be perfect,” pleaded Finn. “It’s from December 1963! That’s probably Mr. Schue’s birthday or something!” “What!” exclaimed Tina witheringly. “Just how old do you think he is?” Finn shrugged. “I dunno, like fifty something?” he offered. “Anyway come on. He loves Jersey Boys, and this is from that. It’ll be perfect to sing at his wedding.” He clicked on the boom box and soon had the whole Glee Club singing along: “Oh, what a night!” (81)
08. Well Did You Evah “I don’t know, Rachel,” Blaine sighed as he looked at the milling throng. “I thought this would be more fun.” Rachel leaned next to him against the damask wall covering. “I know,” she said in a tone just shy of world-weary. “You can get a little tired of the high life. I should know.”
“Maybe it’s that I miss Kurt. But it’s not just that. It’s … I feel guilty. Like, this isn’t about working hard and making your way. If anything, seems like you could lose your way.” Again Blaine looked at June Dalloway’s guests flocking about. Rachel grinned at him and struck a pose. “Have you heard? It's in the stahs/Next July we collide with Mahs.” Blaine chuckled and joined in. “Well, did you evah? What a swell party, a swell party, A swelligant, elegant party this is!” They finished with a flourish, and, linking arms, headed out of the party for home. (155)
09. Break It Down Again “This song makes no sense,” complained Sam. “'See for yourself you have been sitting on a time bomb'? 'Waste seeping underground'? Isn’t that kind of depressing?” Blaine turned to look at him eagerly. “No, Sam. It’s not depressing! It’s about…it’s about, sure, tough times happen, but you gotta keep moving forward. It’s about embracing that things will go wrong, and that’s part of the beauty of life.” “And that’s not depressing?” Sam countered. As he looked into Blaine’s shining eyes, he relented. “Okay, I’m cool with it. Matter of fact-“ as the music swelled- “this wouldn’t be a bad song for stripping.” He swivelled his hips as Blaine, laughing, thwacked him across the chest. (117)
10. I Sing the Body Electric (Fame version) Rachel steps into the single spotlight and parts her lips. “I sing the body electric/I celebrate the me yet to come.” As the other voices join in, trading off leads, Will feels the tension of the competition drain from his body as he lets the music carry him. Sure, they’d grumbled over him dredging out another song from the eighties. But he couldn’t begin to explain how much this meant to him-the movie, Fame, after all, was the total inspiration for him making a career in dance and music. Such as it is. As he watches the kids, whom he loves so entirely, swirl and dance and sing, he feels tears start in his eyes. And at the finale, with them calling out, “And in time, and in time, we will ALL … BE … STARS!” he wipes his cheeks, and murmurs, proudly, “You are. You already are.” (150)