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EPILOGUE: A Fairy Tale Wedding

Ulquiorra stood in a room and grumbled. His arms were folded over his chest as he looked at the four other men in the room. His father, Kurosaki's father, Kurosaki, and Chad stood, looking at him while he pouted.

"You are the one who wanted to mix customs and traditions, son," Mikhail stated in reply. He had told Ulquiorra to pick either a traditional wedding or a Japanese one. Not mix both.

By the time it was all said and done, Ulquiorra had planned the entire thing. Orihime wasn't concerned with the details because she had no family to invite and she didn't want to put pressure on Ulquiorra. She told him that she would be happy going to city hall and doing things simply.

"Vegas is looking more and more like an option at this point," the green-eyed man mumbled.

It was Kurosaki who sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're the one who wanted to do this," the carrot-topped man muttered.

Ulquiorra sneered, "You don't have to be in here Kurosaki. In fact, why are you here? I only asked if you knew someone who had knowledge of how to put on this get-up."

"Now, now Ulquiorra. You could always put on the suit I brought instead of the-I'm sorry, what is it called again Mister Kurosaki?"

"Mon-tsuki, Cifer-san. It just refers to the hakama, the kimono, and the haori," Isshin said with a smile.

Ulquiorra sighed. He was tired of having this discussion. Yes, he knew that he wanted to mix their cultures and do things differently. Everyone said that they were doing things wrong. They had a pastor from Germany there to hold the ceremony. It was going to be an outdoor wedding in some Japanese garden. No one consulted some damn sticks and bones or whatever to see if they would have a lucky day. He wasn't going to conform to all of these convoluted customs.

He just wanted his woman to have his last name.

The green-eyed male thought that he would honor Orihime's culture by wearing what was traditional. He had told her if she wanted to wear a princess type of gown, or a kimono, he'd be happy with whatever she picked. However, he had told her that he would be wearing a suit for their ceremony. Ulquiorra would not let her see him before the wedding. He wouldn't let her see what he had planned. He wanted his outfit to be a surprise.

"Maybe you should have hired a professional to dress you Ulq," Chad chimed in. He had a smirk on his face. The big idiot hadn't glanced in Kurosaki's direction the entire time they were standing in the room. Ulquiorra had to wonder if they were still having marital problems or whatever they wanted to call it.

"Hey! I can be professional!" Isshin said.

"A professional moron," Ichigo muttered.

The entire time Ulquiorra had known the Kurosakis and stayed with them back in March, he had been amused. The constant bickering between father and son was comical. Even Mikhail had commented on their family dynamic as soon as he had been in their company for more than thirty minutes.

"I do not want some old guy in here telling me what I did wrong while I'm getting ready." Ulquiorra glared at the carrot top.

"But my dad is old," came the curt reply.

"I AM NOT OLD! I am young. I am a spring chicken! I have ladies falling all over me," Isshin declared.

"Yeah, yeah, probably because you trip them."

"You are a horrible child Ichigo. A horrible, horrible child. What did I do to deserve this-"

It was Mikhail who chuckled, interrupting Isshin's tirade. "This is a nice tension breaker," he said. "How long do we have before the wedding begins?"

Chad replied with, "An hour."

"How long is it going to take for me to get into the thing?" Ulquiorra asked.

"Ten minutes."

"Two hours."

"Forty-five minutes."

These replies came from Isshin, Kurosaki, and Chad simultaneously. It made Ulquiorra raise an eyebrow. "Which is it?"

Orihime was beside herself. She stood in a room with a wedding consultant being poked and prodded and made to look like an old china doll. She did not like it. The consultant was being pushy. "You have chosen to wear a kimono. I have agreed that the traditional hairpiece doesn't suit this one, but you have to wear the proper make-up."

Orihime had been right. Her kimono was less stuffy than most traditional wedding kimonos, consisting of fewer layers to add bulk to her frame. It was mainly white with a pale green floral pattern near the hem, and it was layered over a soft blush colored under-kimono. Her obi was pure white, and the consultant had stuck a white orchid and a tasseled fan in a matching blush color in there for decoration. She was pleased with how the consultant had dressed her, despite the difficulty she felt breathing and walking in it.

She had fought with the consultant about her hair, but the older woman had relented without too much trouble, curling it softly and piling it behind her head in a soft up-do, and decorating it with a few fresh flowers. Where she was having difficulty was getting the consultant to understand that she did not want her face hidden behind layers of thick, aging make-up. She didn't mind a little cosmetics but she wanted to look fresh-faced for her new husband. The consultant disagreed.

Orihime couldn't do much to stop the woman, being already dressed and covered with a cape to prevent dirtying the kimono. She watched in dejection as her sweet face was being morphed into someone she didn't recognize. Then there was a knock at the door.

"How's the bride-to-be?" an old, familiar voice asked.

Orihime's head whipped to the side. "Urahara-san!" She smiled in delight at seeing the eccentric shopkeeper who was partially responsible for this very occasion.

"What is the matter, Inoue-san? You appear unhappy. Having cold feet? Do you think perhaps you should have stayed in Yonezawa and married me? Well, it's not too late for that I suppose. I have your car here, we could just-"

Orihime cut him off with a cackling laugh. "I'm sorry, I know you're kidding, but I shouldn't laugh that hard." She smiled and sighed, truly glad to see the man in the green and white striped hat. "There have been some artistic differences," she admitted to him, letting her eyes flit over to the consultant.

"Oh, I don't see what the problem is, you look lovely. I think your work here is done, consultant-san," he said to the old hag in a voice that didn't leave any room for argument. "Besides, I think I saw someone rearranging the flowers out in the hall. Someone should probably stop them…"

The older woman bowed and left.

Orihime blew out a breath. "I look ridiculous. I look like I'm 65 years old with all this grease on my face," she whined.

"Indeed, this is an unflattering look," Urahara said as he passed in front of her, studying her appearance. "Do you have any girlfriends here who could help you?"

Orihime's eyes sparkled as she remembered who had RSVP'd. "I think perhaps Arisawa Tatsuki is here by now. She could help me," she said hopefully.

"Well, your wish is my command, Ms. Inoue," Urahara said, bowing to her. "Shiawase ni, " he added, leaving without another word.

Moments later, Tatsuki entered the room and helped Orihime clean her face and replace the garish facade the consultant had drawn on her with minimal makeup that highlighted her natural beauty and let her excitement glow through.

They chatted a bit together, catching up, when there was another knock on the door.

Edra did not wait for an invitation. She barged in without warning, closing the door. "Orihime, look at you!" the Spanish woman smiled. "You look so gorgeous! I wish you would have picked my wedding planner or whatever that woman is. The one Ulquiorra got is dreadful."

"Mrs. Cifer! Thank you! I couldn't agree more," Orihime lamented, smiling in relief that someone else was on her side. She hadn't seen Ulquiorra's mother since she had arrived in Japan. Everyone had just been too busy. "Tatsuki, this is Ulquiorra's mother, Edra Cifer. Mrs. Cifer, this is my best friend, Tatsuki Arisawa," Orihime introduced them briefly. Tatsuki bowed and smiled a bit at the older woman, before whispering to Orihime, "I better get back outside; I have to make sure no one lets Chizuru in…"

Edra smiled at the young women and watched as Orihime's friend left. In a short time, the redhead standing in front of her would become her daughter-in-law. Just the thought made her eyes misty. She had to restrain the tears to keep them from ruining her mascara. "Orihime, we have a quote in Spain about love. Más tira el amor que una yunta de bueyes."

She saw the young woman's confused stare. Edra walked over to her and patted Orihime's shoulder. "It means love is stronger than anything, well a loose translation of it. I know you don't have a mother to dote on you today and I am sorry for those circumstances. The moment I met you, I knew you loved my boy for who he was. You care for him as much, if not more than he cares for you. You are his world and he is yours. Today, you will become my daughter, so you will gain a mother in that aspect."

Her mouth twisted up to keep from choking up. "You have my grandmother's engagement ring and you will gain her wedding ring when Ulquiorra places it on your finger. I have something else for you to pass down to your children when you may have them."

The older woman produced a small, mother-of-pearl decorative comb from her handbag. "I wore this at my wedding, as did my mother," she said softly as she carefully tucked the comb on the side of her head behind the flowers that the consultant had placed there. "Perfect," she said and stood back to allow Orihime a chance to admire it for herself.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cifer," she paused to sniff; her emotions creeping up on her as well. "It's beautiful. I'll be sure to keep it safe for Delilah," she whispered.

Edra raised a sculpted brow and peered at the young woman. "Delilah? Orihime, are you-"

"No! Not yet, anyway. I just always wanted a daughter, and I always wanted to name her that."

The older woman nodded her head in understanding. "I wanted a daughter but instead I have my handsome son. Other children were never in the cards for me and Mikhail."

Orihime's blush indicated her agreement with Edra's assessment of her son's looks. She could not wait to see him. It was almost time.

Ulquiorra looked at himself in the mirror. He turned one way and then the other. Isshin prodded him in his side. "Stop moving or I'm going to mess up your hair!" The older Kurosaki chided.

"You could have gotten a haircut! You've had plenty of time to groom yourself for this event," Mikhail admonished.

His father said that his hair was too long and shaggy to be left down so someone found a brush and a simple black cord and the oldest Japanese man was trying to tame to the black mass into something resembling a ponytail, letting it rest in a bundle against his neck.

He liked the look. Surprisingly the mon-tsuki was comfortable. The hakama were roomy and comfortable. The kimono and haori were airy; it didn't feel heavy or weigh him down. However, when it came to his footwear, Isshin put his foot down.

"You can not walk into your own wedding wearing those," the man stated.

"What's wrong with them? We're having an outdoor wedding. Shoes are permissible," Ulquiorra said.

"They fuck the look all up, Cifer." Ichigo said. "You look like a big walking-"

"Isn't it time for you to go get, Orihime?"

The orange-haired male shrugged. "Almost, I've got time."

In the end, Ulquiorra finally won. He donned a pair of black socks and his black Louboutin Vittorio Flats. "Practically over tradition," he said.

Ichigo shrugged. "Tch, I gotta go get your bride," then he looked at Ulquiorra's feet again with disapproval, and added, just loud enough for the groom to hear, "with any luck she'll take one look at your feet and just keep walking with me right past you to the hotel. You're not the only one who is hoping to get laid tonight, Cifer." He grinned like the fucker he was and stared at Ulquiorra, hungry for a response. He had no intention of talking Orihime out of marrying the love of her life, but he didn't want to miss an opportunity to screw with her groom, either.

"Who invited you?" Ulquiorra snapped, taking the bait Kurosaki had laid out. "Why don't you and your boyfriend screw each other?" He pointed at Chad, who was obviously not looking at his ginger "friend".

Ichigo stepped to Ulquiorra's side and whispered, "Sore subject, dude. Besides, he's in a relationship last I heard."

The green-eyed man gave a snort of laughter. Well, things had certainly changed, he thought. He turned a baleful glance to Kurosaki. "Go find your own husband or wife then," he replied. "Oi! Chad! Did you bring your boyfriend?"

"No, I don't have one," Chad replied, staring a hole in the floor.

"I think I sat you two next to each other," Ulquiorra murmured to Kurosaki before smirking at him.

Ichigo rolled his eyes and left. He walked across the hall to the room where Orihime was getting ready and knocked. "You decent? I'm coming in," he announced, not much caring if she was or not at this point.

He let himself in and closed the sliding door behind him, then stopped short. She looked beautiful. His eyes softened as hers found his and a tiny, bittersweet smile pulled the corners of his mouth up. "Congratulations, Orihime. You look great. I know you're going to be very happy."

She smiled at him in return. "Thank you, but why do you look so down?"

He sighed and he smiled a bit bigger, masking his more tender feelings. "Those guys are dicks, Orihime. Excuse my language."

She giggled. "Do I need to bust some chops for you?" she asked, raising a tiny fist.

"No," he said and laughed, then let his mask slip a bit. "You know, I always kind of thought it would be you and me at the end of the aisle today. I am thinking of having business cards made up that say, "Ichigo Kurosaki, Master of Bad Timing"."

She smiled. "That would be accurate. You should consider it," then she approached him and took one of his hands. "Once upon a time, I thought the same thing, you know, but then I met him." She smiled down at their joined hands before looking back up into her friend's face. "One day you will too," she said, giving his hand a squeeze.

He looked down at her with a confused expression. "Hime… I've met him; we call each other fuckface? He invited me to Germany? Any of this ringing a bell?"

Orihime rolled her eyes and swatted at his arm. "You know what I mean, you big dork."

He smiled and squeezed her hand back. "Yeah, I know. We should go, Orihime. I meant what I said, by the way. I wish you all the best."

She blinked back tears and nodded. "Thank you, Ichigo."

While Kurosaki was getting Orihime from her room, Ulquiorra was ushered outside. He wanted to be surprised when O came down the aisle. As he was escorted by both Mikhail and Isshin, and stood next to the old man who would be lording over the ceremony. He had his back to the handful of people sitting in the chairs.

The music from the quartet his father hired started but he didn't turn around just yet.

Ichigo put Orihime's hand in the crook of his elbow and waited for a cue from the wedding coordinator, then led her out of the room and around a corner to the flower-strewn aisle. "You ready?" he whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back, breathless. She could see all the people she loved in this garden, but none so much as he man at the opposite end of the room with his back to her. Her heart fluttered. Was he wearing what she thought he was wearing?

The official nodded his head at him and Ulquiorra turned around. He had been expecting Orihime in some princess-style ballroom wedding gown. What he got was ten times better than a fairytale wedding dress. He was surprised to see her in a kimono. It took effort for him to swallow. She was absolutely beautiful. She looked radiant. She was smiling. Her hair was perfectly styled to fit her. Her eyes held life in them that no one could ever dull.

He had to tilt his head back to blink back his tears.

She was glad Ichigo was there holding her hand, or she might have dissolved into a puddle of desire as soon as he turned around. She never anticipated seeing him in traditional Japanese menswear, much less this formal wedding attire. It made him look larger than life. Her breath hitched and her blush was visible through the light makeup she wore. She bit her lower lip as she made note of his hair tied back; it made him look dashing. As Ichigo approached him, taking her hand out of his elbow and placing it into Ulquiorra's she was nearly overwhelmed. Despite the wedding guests, to her, the only person who existed was Ulquiorra.

The smile that graced his face was blinding. They were doing this. A year after meeting each other they were doing this. His gaze shifted from Orihime to Ichigo and Ulquiorra nodded his thanks to the man for delivering his bride. "Thank you," he murmured, his throat barely able to get the words out.

When Ichigo went to his seat, Ulquiorra turned back to the redhead. "Hello," he said. "You look-I can't even describe it. It's beyond amazing, O."

Orihime smiled at him with googly eyes and murmured something mostly unintelligible, but he was able to pick out, "Oh my god you look so hot in that..."

He chuckled and leaned closer to her to whisper, "You can strip me out of it when we change clothes later, Mrs. Cifer."

"All ready?" The pastor said with a smile.

Orihime beamed, nodding her head toward the officiant and back to Ulquiorra. She had wanted to savor this moment, but when it came right down to it, she could not wait to be his wife. She wanted to get started.

The bald man began a typical ceremony, droning on about the virtues of love and fidelity, reading passages, and extolling the somber, sober basis of the marriage ceremony. Finally, he arrived at the interactive part: the vows.

The old man looked at Ulquiorra. "Have you prepared vows?"

Ulquiorra nodded and then turned to Orihime. He produced a piece of paper that was filled with his neat and precise handwriting. This was it. He took a deep breath. "Sometimes I have to catch my breath or pinch myself to believe that this is really happening; that you are standing in front of me, O. From the moment I read your first letter to me, it seemed like a dream. It was too much like a Jane Austen novel where the main characters fell in love exchanging letters between each other. I never could imagine falling in love with someone through letters and songs. There will be some times when I'm not going to get things right the first time. I'm going to need second and possibly third chances. I'm going to stumble, but at least I'll have you by my side, helping me see my wrongs."

Another deep breath. "The first time I saw you, you were asleep in a teal chair inside of a cozy bookstore. When you walked into my life, I knew I loved you from that moment. I lost myself in your eyes. I now vow to do everything I can as your best friend and your mate. Sometimes I watch just the smallest things you do and think I am the luckiest man alive. As your husband, I am yours, and I tenderly deliver you my heart. I promise to be here to wipe away any tears of sadness, to elicit tears of joy, and to tell everyone who will listen how much I love you. I will be the boat that carries you to shore and I will be the bat that watches from the bow. I will spend the rest of my days with you."

"You are my favorite song to play. You are my favorite song to sing. You are my favorite song to listen to. I love you, O. You are my nonsense song." His voice cracked on the last line and he cleared his throat. Ulquiorra folded up the piece of paper and tucked it away into her obi with a smile that seemed to light up his entire face.

She blinked furiously. She was up next. She didn't know how she was supposed to get through her vows without becoming a blubbering mess. His words to her were so perfect. So beautiful. She knew she didn't stand a chance of matching them in their eloquence and ability to elicit these feelings that were threatening to spill from her eyes and ruin her makeup. She smiled at Ulquiorra, and mouthed, "I love you, thank you." before the officiant turned to her.

"And you, Orihime? Have you prepared vows?"

She nodded. "I have." She reached into the fold of her kimono and took out an envelope. She opened it and revealed a piece of stationary with cranes on it, symbolizing a thousand years of life, intended to carry the wish of a thousand years of happiness for them as a couple. She opened the page, and read:

"My dear Ulquiorra,

My first introduction to you, in the form of Post-its, also introduced me to a question that I am able to answer with full confidence today: What is the heart ?

I have known for quite some time that the heart is the person with whom you entrust your own. You are my heart, Ulquiorra. You have been since the very first letter, the very first question, the very first song.

Meeting you has opened my eyes to a new, wider world, and has provided me with the family I have never had. Thank you. Thank you for your laughter, your smile, your tears, your songs, your strength of character, and especially your heart.

I never thought I would be so lucky as to fall in love with someone who loves me as I love you. You take my breath away with your kindness and generosity. Your smile makes my heart sing. You make me feel safe and cherished. Sometimes when I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am to spend the rest of my life at your side. A dear friend once asked me, 'What do you see in that guy?' My answer today is the same as it was on that day: Everything.

I promise you everything in return: my life, my love, my fidelity, my children, my laughter, my tears, and always, my heart. I will always be yours. Your friend. Your lover. Your partner. Your wife.

I promise all this to you and more. I love you with everything that I am, and I will spend my life trying to show you how much you mean to me.

As is our custom, I offer you this song,"

She paused and nodded to the officiant and refolded the letter as Peter Gabriel's "The Book of Love began to play over loudspeakers. She replaced the letter into the envelope, then tucked it into Ulquiorra's obi, and continued, as the instrumental introduction of the song played,

"As always, now and forever, Very Truly Yours,

O."

"Do you have the rings?", the officiant asked as the song continued.

Chad was standing next to Ulquiorra and produced a small wooden box carved with peonies which he handed to the green-eyed man. For a moment Ulquiorra stood there staring at Orihime. He knew this song. She had suggested it to him once, hadn't she? No, that was a completely different song about love but the voice sounded similar. It took Chad tapping the box on his shoulder to break his gaze on the woman.

"Oh, sorry." His pale hand took the box and then opened the lid. Inside was his great grandmother's wedding ring and his grandfather Cifer's wedding band laying on the bottom of the box that was lined with green silk. He grabbed the ring for Orihime and then handed her the container before he took her left hand into his. His hand shook as he easily slipped the ring on her ring finger.

Since his hands were full, he couldn't stop the tear that dripped down his face. Never in his entire life had Ulquiorra felt so much emotion for one person.

Orihime sniffled. This was it. She took the wedding band from the box and passed the case to the officiant, who passed it back to Chad. She brought the ring to Ulquiorra's left hand, and held it before his finger, pausing to look into his eyes before she slid it on. When her eyes met his, she was filled with the most agonizing pang of love, she could barely stand not throwing herself into his arms and holding him forever. Instead, she allowed a tear to slip through her mascara and slid the ring on the rest of the way. They had done it.

He was hers. She was his.

The officiant made the announcement. "By the power vested in me, may I present to you, beloved friends and family, Mr. and Mrs. Ulquiorra and Orihime Cifer. What you have bound together today through vows and covenant, may no man tear asunder. Mr. Cifer, you may kiss your bride."

With a trembling breath, Ulquiorra pulled Orihime closer to him, his arms wrapping around her waist. He then used a hand to tilt her chin up, green eyes gazing into her dark ones. "I love you," he whispered to her before bringing his lips to Orihime's.

They broke the kiss to thunderous applause and left the wedding venue arm in arm. As they sat in the car that would take them to where the reception was being held, Ulquiorra played a song for Orihime. It would be the first song of many as they started their lives together united under one name.

I love you more than I have

Ever found the way to say

To you

'Cause I am the luckiest.

NOTES: This appendix was originally posted on (slash) works (slash) 15296847 (slash) chapters (slash) 40231811

Sorry, Fanfiction dot net does not allow external links, so if you'd like to see the fanart and cover graphics for this story, you'll have to take out the spaces and insert the punctuation. It's worth it!

EIV:
So this is it. The last chapter of LLTAS. It's been a wild fucking ride. A big THANK YOU goes out to those that have read this, commented on it and/or left kudos. I really appreciate it. I go through hell in August and writing/posting this fic was something I looked forward to. It kept my mind off the stuff that had been going on.

My first and foremost thanks goes to JKR. 3 THANKS FOR STICKING WITH MY CRAZY ASS.

I would like to thank JKR's hubby for his JP skills… I mean he is Japanese so he should know it. I owe him a couple of beers. Lol

Mr. EIV should be thanked to be he had to put up with this whirlwind frenzy of writing which was on par with last year's NANOWRIMO when I churned out COR and TBTWWCT.

Thanks to KSmile1313 for helping me refine the German parts. Thanks to Slytherkins for the fanart. Thanks to LylithB for the French stuff.

JKR:

I really can't believe it's all out there, now. I had a really, really hard time letting go of U.C. and O. We're talking days of crying and weeks of emo B.S. A lot has changed since we finished writing this fic, and it's bittersweet to look back on, but it was truly a magical experience and I'll never forget it. This fic will always hold a very tender place in my heart.

The conception of LLTAS started much like the story did; two people, feeling troubled, reaching out with words. I proposed writing a collaborative "one shot". LMAO Oops. Anyway, thanks, EIV, for accepting my proposal and keeping me company and keeping the creative juices flowing for the better part of a year. I know our dynamic has gone through many evolutions but I'm still always happiest playing "typpity-type-type-type" with you.

Thanks to all of you who have read and shared the story of these two characters with us, and a special big thanks to those who commented; your participation makes me so happy.

Also I would thank my day to day people but they will never read a single word that I write, so whatever.

Anyway, on to the appendix! We had big big plans months ago for this, but lost track of the crazy stuff, but for those who are interested, here is a list of the songs featured in this fic and some of the fan art and covers. Enjoy!

- SONGS -

Sarah McLachlan - Answer
Disturbed/Simon & Garfunkel - Sound of Silence
The Postal Service - Clark Gable
Taylor Swift - Shake It Off
Pink Floyd - Hey You
The Postal Service - Nothing Better
Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall, Part III
Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
The Killers - When You Were Young
Go Radio - House of Hallways
Coldplay - Fix You
The Pixies - Where is My Mind
Howie Day - Collide
Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself
The Cranberries - Dreaming My Dreams
Savage Garden - Universe
Jesse Cooke - Fall At Your Feet
Swell Season - Falling Slowly
Joe - I Wanna Know
Liz Phair - Why Can't I?
New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle
When in Rome - The Promise
Foo Fighters - Everlong
Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence
Lifehouse - Everything
Foo Fighters - Stranger Things Have Happened
Gavin Rossdale - Landslide
Josh Radin - The Fear You Won't Fall
Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out of My Head
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You
Bush - Glycerine
The Smiths - Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
Peter Gabriel - Blood of Eden
Jaymes Young - Fragments
Trash Palace - Je t'aime Moi Non Plus
Miyavi – Secrets
The Dream - IV Play
The Eels - It's a Motherfucker
Three Doors Down - Landing In London (All I Think About Is You)
Ben Folds Five - Song for the Dumped
Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way
Moby - Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?
Childish Gambino - Heartbeat
Florence + The Machine - Shake It Out
Radiohead - True Love Waits
Konayuki- Remioromen
Sheryl Crow -I shall believe
Sarah Harmer - Lodestar
ABBA - Take A Chance
Boys Like Girls - Two Is Better Than One
Ron Pope - A Drop In The Ocean
Callum Scott - You Are The Reason
Collin James Hay - Can I Hold You
Auburn - Perfect Two
Ben Platt & Laura Dreyfuss - Only Us
Nicki Minaj - Superbass
Plain White T's - Hey There Deliah
Casey Stratton - Dead Sea
Jaymes Young - I'll Be Good
New Radical - Someday We'll Know
The Smashing Pumpkins - Luna
Foo Fighters - Walking After You
Savage Garden - Truly Madly Deeply
The Decemberists - Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Seems to Turn Out Right
Utada Hikaru - Be My Last
Great Big world/Hudson Thames - Say Something
Bon Iver - I can't Make you love me if you don't
Andrew Belle - In My Veins
Queen/David Bowie - Under Pressure
Queen - Don't Stop Me Now
Blackstreet - No Diggity
TLC - Red Light Special
The Weeknd - Often
Kid Ink - Show Me
The Jesus and Mary Train - Just Like Honey
In this Moment - Closer
Salt-N-Peppa - Push It
Plain White T's - Your Body
Prince - Sexy MF
Bjork - Cocoon
Prince - Diamonds and Pearls
Madonna - Like a virgin
Underworld - Born Slippy
Darren Hayes - Insatiable
Rachael Yamagata's I Want You
One Republic - Apologize
Birdy and Rhodes - Let It All Go
Damien Rice - Cannonball
Go Radio - What if You Don't
We The Kings - Sad Song
Ronan Keating - When You Say Nothing At All
Lauren Aquilina - Forest Fires
James Morrison - Broken Strings
VAST - Flames
Peter Gabriel - The Book of Love
The Luckiest - Ben Folds