Escape Chapter 19, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's taken me such a long time to upload this - with school and increased homework and everything it's just been a nightmare trying to find the time. Also, there are A LOT of songs in this chapter, but it's Glee - of course there's a lot of singing!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Glee, or any of the songs mentioned in this chapter (I will leave a list of them at the bottom).

"Ooh, Monday. Day of auditions, why am I so nervous?" Dean's hands shook slightly as he poured himself a bowl of cornflakes.

"Because you're a woss, Thomas, I however, have the utmost confidence that I am amazing, and, of course, that Kurt and I will win," Harry grinned, grabbing the cornflakes from Dean and pouring himself a bowl.

"Alas, you shall all bow down to my superior singing skills, and have to admit defeat," Hermione joined in as she grabbed the juice from the fridge.

Harry and Hermione had apologised for shouting at each other, and managed to patch things over, although things were still slightly weird. Harry had promised to stop blaming himself, and Hermione had apologised for bringing up bad memories. They were unable to stay mad at each other for very long anyway.

"'Mione, what are you wearing?" Harry asked as she sat down at the table, gesturing to her straight legged jeans and polo shirt combination.

"Clothes, Harry, what does it look like?" Hermione rolled her eyes, it had always amused her that Harry was far more interested in clothes than she was.

"Can you please, please, please let Kurt and I give you a makeover? Puck won't know what's hit him, we'll make you look amazing," Harry pouted, desperate for Hermione to say yes.

"Hmm… I don't know, I've seen some of the combinations Kurt wears, and I'm not sure I want to wear anything like him," Hermione answered, actually considering Harry's proposal for once.

"I'll reign him in a little bit, tell him to let you keep your own style, we'll just make it more, you know, wow," Harry shrugged.

"Okay, I've got a date with Puck after school tomorrow, you two can take me shopping today to find something to wear, and can help me get ready tomorrow."

"Eep," Harry let out a girl-ish squeal, before blushing slightly, and coughing awkwardly, "I mean, yes, that's good." He put on a deeper voice.

"Nice squeak there, Harry," Ron teased as he came down the stairs.

"I do not squeak."

"Come on, lets just stop with the teasing and get to school," Hermione rolled her eyes, putting on her coat, and walking outside. The others followed her out, piling into Dean's car.

"Don't you think it's quite weird all of us having our own cars when normally only one or two are actually being used?" Ron asked.

"Hmm, probably the others think it's weird, but we have the money, well, Harry has the money, and what if there's an emergency and we all need to be in different places at once?" Dean responded, searching for something in his bag.

"I still feel bad that we're all living on your money, Harry," Hermione added.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I have more money than I will ever be able to use or know what to do with, I'd rather spend it on giving my three best friends a nice life than just leaving it in Gringott's. Plus, what we've used so far hasn't even made a dent in my cash. Actually, I was thinking, we could clear up the basement and turn it into a mini recording studio, over Christmas break, we could record some stuff, have a laugh with everyone, it will be awesome." Harry grinned, getting quite excited about the possibilities.

"Come on, we can discuss recording studios later, now we need to go to class." The four pilled out the car, and into the school building. The school day passed fairly quickly, and before long, they were piling into the auditorium, ready to audition.

"I'm so nervous," Kurt muttered into Harry's ear as they sat, side by side, in the cushioned seats.

"Don't be, you're incredible, and you're going to blow them away." Kurt blushed at that, and rested his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Okay, guys," Mr Schue walked onto the stage. "I have the sign up sheet here, and, whilst I'll try to get through everything today, some of you may have to audition tomorrow. So, auditioning for solos, I have written down, Hermione, Rachel, Kurt, Harry, Mercedes, Sam, Dean, Santana and Mike. Mike? Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Mike called out from one of the seats.

"Okay, then, for duets, I have Hermione and Puck, Sam and Dean, Santana and Brittany, Finn and Rachel, Harry and Kurt and Artie and Tina, is that right?" There was a mutter of acknowledgement. "Alright, then, Mike do you want to go first?" Mike hopped out of his seat, as Mr Schue went to sit down.

"Okay, so you're probably all confused as to why I'm here, as I can't sing. I want to make it clear that I don't expect to win the solo, in fact I don't really want to, I just want to sing. The theme really appealed to me, and, well, when Sam mentioned Simple Plan, I was intrigued, because I've never really listened to them. But, then I went home, and I looked them up on youtube, and, well, they're really good. Then, I found this song and I knew I had to sing it for you all. This song basically is my life, so this is 'I'm Just a Kid' by Simple Plan."

'I woke up it was 7
I waited till 11
Just to figure out that no one would call
I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When your spending everyday on your own
And here it goes

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
Tonight...

And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed
Staring at these 4 walls again
I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Don't fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?
Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep
And every night is the worst night ever

I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me tonight

I'm all alone tonight
Nobody cares tonight
Cause I'm just a kid tonight'

The auditorium burst into applause as Mike sang. Sure, it wasn't the best vocal performance they'd heard, in fact, it was far from it, but there was an emotion behind it that made it seem real. And, well, Mike definitely could sing, sure, his voice wasn't as strong as some of the others, but he had some tune. Plus, the infectious energy he brought to the stage had a way of making everyone smile.

"Wow, Mike well done, we all thought you couldn't sing," Mr Schue sounded just as shocked as the others felt. "What happened with Sing!, you couldn't sing then?"

"Oh, erm, for Sing!, Tina told me to sing as badly as I could, so I did, I don't really sing as badly as I did then normally…" Mike muttered.

"Well done, Mike," there was another round of applause. "Right, as we started at the bottom of the list, we might as well make our way up. Santana, you're up next."

Santana hoped out of her chair and up onto the stage. "Okay, so I know you all just think I'm a bitch, and that I don't care what anyone thinks about me, but, I'm going to tell you that's not the case. Now, if any of this leaves the room, you will find yourself severely injured, but, this is Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy."

"I love this song, it's beautiful," Harry muttered to Kurt.

'Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind, images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never ever forget these images, no

Well, I?d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you?d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind

So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Why can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do'

"Thank you," Santana stepped off the stage, down into the audience.

"Wow, Santana, that was heartbreakingly beautiful," Mr Schue smiled slightly. "If I'd realised your performances were going to be so deep, I'd have brought a box of tissues with me."

"Okay, Dean, you're up next," Mr Schue, gestured to the dark haired boy.

"Like Mike said, I don't expect to win the solo, I know I'm not the best singer here. But, this song seemed to summarise my life so perfectly well, I needed to sing it, for myself, and for some others here. I, I need to express myself, and this theme seemed the perfect way to. So, this song is called Freedom by Nizlopi."

'Call me up, and that's all I need,
Bring your loving, smiling, face over.
I feel like, getting it right,
Overnight, start over,

I thought playing that loving game would never be simple again
But you're staying overnight,
So maybe I'm doing something right.

You can feel it in the trees
I feel it by degrees
Feel it fresh and new
I'm getting myself in love with you'

Dean knew everyone else would think this was for Sam. And, well, they wouldn't be wrong, it was in part for Sam, as Sam was the one he was falling in love with. But it wasn't just about that, it was about escaping old horrors, and, well for that reason it meant so much more than just a simple love song. It was for Harry and Hermione and Ron as well, as they learnt to deal with the new freedom they had. But, most of all, Dean admitted, it was for himself, he felt horrible for abandoning his best friend just after his Father's death, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. It was for him, telling him that it was okay to love Sam, that he wasn't a freak for falling for another boy, that it was okay to be himself. He was free. He was freedom.

'The sun will rise up, and you'll be in Freedom
So much freer than you were before
It's in the seed now
It's in the season
I'm so excited its knocking down your door.

And they say, it's such a funny story,
After a winter, of getting dull and blue like a tory
And getting all feared up,
As their up on their ties, lies, incites the tears to your eyes.
And the job will know I'm insane
To go running from love again
Into a lovers arms
Like a burglar running out on an alarm
It's a fucking swarm of bees
Or some waitress, it's a tease
Or some song that's full of lies
Coming round to you late at night.

The sun will rise up, and you'll be in Freedom
So much freer than you were before
It's in the seed now
It's in the season
I'm so excited its knocking down your door.

The sun will rise up, and I will wise up
So much freer than we were before

It's in your CD, its fucking teaming
Saw it around you taking you on a tour
And now now! Call the fuzz, it's such a buzz,

From the start
You press the memory, you press the memory to your heart
What you waiting for?
Fall in love is an idea for sure
What you waiting for?
Like there was any law
It's like a sonnet, she's so on it

From the start
You press the memory, you press the memory to your heart
What you waiting for?
Fall in love is an idea for sure
What you waiting for?
Like there was any law

The sun will rise up, and you'll be in Freedom
So much freer than you were before
It's in the seed now
It's in the season
I'm so excited its knocking down your door.

You'll bring that blessing
We'll sing the rest in
Freedom, to prisoner, to freedom.'

Dean finished, and breathed in a long, shaky breath. "Thank you," he muttered.

"Wow, Dean, that was incredible, there was so much raw emotion behind the words, it left all of us speechless." Dean, however, wasn't listening, he was staring at Sam, who was staring back just as intently. "Go on, sit down."

Dean wrapped his arms round Sam as soon as he reached his boyfriend. "Really, you meant it?" Sam muttered into Dean's shoulder.

"If course, I did. Sami, I love you, I really do," Dean whispered back.

"I love you too, Dean. So much."

The two sat down, Dean with his legs resting on Sam's, his head buried in the blond boys shoulder.

"Next up, we have Sam," Mr Schue turned to face the two boys, "Actually, no we don't," he seemed to quickly change his mind. "Mercedes, it's your turn." Mercedes grinned, and walked casually up onto the stage. She sang her heart out, and had the entire club on their feet by the end of her song.

"Thanks guys," she grinned as she sat down next to Tina.

"Harry, you're up next," Mr Schue turned to face the boy, who dropped a kiss onto his boyfriends cheek before going to stand on the stage.

"I was going to sing Welcome to my Life, by Simple Plan," Harry adjusted the microphone stand to his height. "But, this morning, I decided that would be taking the easy route, that, for me, there was a song that fit the assignment better, and it didn't matter how difficult I may find it to sing the song, I was going to do it. Watching the rest of you come up here, and sing your deepest emotions, well, that just cemented the decision for me. So, this is Superman."

Harry swallowed hard, trying to find every last ounce of courage to sing the words. It was the song that had got him through every last difficult moment. All the pain, the tears, the desperation.

'I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naïve.

I'm just out to find

The better part of me.'

He lined himself up, looking down at the stage floor, holding onto the microphone stand as if clinging to his entire support system.

'I'm more than a bird

I'm more than a plane

I'm more than some pretty face

Beside a train

It's not easy to be me.'

All the painful memories came flooding back. An onslaught of emotion. The days of hiding, and of running, and of training to lead a war. He'd been a kid with an adults responsibility. He'd lived in a war zone, where it had been survival of the fittest, and he'd been forced to be fit – the best. So no, it hadn't been easy to be him. Of course it hadn't.

'Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see'

That was another thing, he'd never been able to cry. Whilst in the Wizarding World, he'd had a point to prove, he needed to be man enough to fulfil his destiny. With people watching him the whole time, he'd barely cried. Only twice in the two years had a tear rolled down his face. And, well, that had been painful, keeping all those emotions bottled up inside.

'It may sound absurd... But don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed... But won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me'

People expected him to be someone he wasn't. They made up that he was some kind of hero, a saviour of sorts, here to save them all, but that wasn't the case. He was just a normal teenage boy; there wasn't anything special about him, other than what others had made up.

'Up, up and away... Away from me
It's all right... You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy... Or anything

Find more similar lyrics on
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees'

But, since coming to America, everything had changed. He could be himself. The real Harry. The only other time he'd felt comfortable enough to be himself was when he'd been in his arms, and that was no longer an option. He could laugh, cry and have fun without wondering who was watching, and what they'd think if he made a mistake.

'I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
Digging for Kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside of me
Yeah, inside of me
Inside of me'

Harry wasn't completely sure why he found the words so difficult to sing. Sure, he'd discovered the song during the darkest period of his life, and it was the words that helped him through, but there was something deeper than that, something that he couldn't pin his finger on.

'I'm only a man
In a funny red sheet
I'm only a man
Looking for a dream

I'm only a man
In a funny red sheet
And it's not easy,

It's not easy to be

Me'

Harry finished the song to a standing ovation. But he didn't really hear the applause, or the cheering. He was completely numb. Singing those words made him feel physically sick. All the memories of the past. All the bad moments hurt, each felt like a stab in his side. But nothing hurt as much as the good memories. The good memories felt as though they were ripping out his insides, leaving him empty and bare. He felt someone come and stand next to him, gently grabbing onto his arm and leading him off the stage, and out into the bathroom across the corridor.

He felt some softly lean him against the cabinet top, and run a soft finger across his cheek, drying up the tears he couldn't remember shedding. He felt a hand gently run down to his side and entwine their fingers together, and, it was only in that moment did Harry register it was Kurt. Of course it was Kurt. It always was, and he wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. That was when the tears really started. The ones he could actually feel, the ones that made his body shake and his lungs heave. The ones that hurt physically as well as mentally. The ones that made him bury his head in his boyfriends shoulder and not want to look up.

"Hey, hey, you're going to be okay," Kurt muttered into his ear. "You're going to be alright." He pressed a light kiss to the top of Harry's head and brought one arm up to his neck, almost cradling him in position. "Nothing is going to hurt you here." Harry tensed slightly, before relaxing back into his boyfriends touch. Kurt didn't mean anything particular by that. But, he was right, nothing was going to hurt him here, and the tears for the past were pointless. If he should have learnt one thing over the years it was to live in the present moment.

"I wish you could know, Kurt, I really do. I want to tell you everything, things that no one else knows, and trust me when I say I've never thought that about anyone before."

"And I'd love to know, Harry, to help you through everything, but even if I never know, it's not going to change anything. I'm still going to want to be with you. And, I know you're worried that what you're going to tell me is going to change everything, but it won't. It doesn't have to change anything, I promise," Kurt finished the sentence with a gentle kiss to Harry's nose.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

"You're the one who got up on stage and sang the most difficult song you possibly could, after being through a lot, I think you're the incredible one."

"Really, I'm nothing compared to you, I froze up and wept like a baby at a song, Kurt, what is everyone else going to think of me?"

"Nothing. They're not going to care, honest. But, they might think something if we miss their auditions, plus, I still have to sing."

"Right, sorry, lets get back in there so you can show everyone how incredible you are." Harry smiled weakly at Kurt, and gently pulled him back into the auditorium.

'And it's too late for you and your white horse

Now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa

Try and catch me now

Oh, it's too late

To catch me now'

"Well done, Rachel," Mr Schue smiled at the young performer, who stalked off the stage, and went to sit down.

"She sang White Horse by Taylor Swift," Mercedes informed Harry and Kurt as they sat down.

"Was it good?" Harry asked.

"Of course it was good, it's Rachel," Mercedes said. "She's a bitch, and most the time I really don't like her, but she can sing."

"Sam or Kurt, which one of you wants to sing?" Mr Schue asked them both.

"I'll go," Sam called out, extracting himself from underneath Dean's long limbs. He walked up onto the stage, and spent a long time adjusting the microphone stand to the correct height. "So, as you all know, I think, there has been some difficult things occurring in my home life at the moment, and I wanted to sing this song to my Dad, and to my Mom, who for some reason like to hold onto the belief that I'm someone I can't ever be. This is Perfect, by Simple Plan."

'Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me'

Sam sang the song, voice thick with emotion, his eyes planted firmly on the floor, as though he was afraid to look up, into our eyes.

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright'

He glanced up for the first time since starting the song, seemingly establishing eye contact with everyone in the audience, his eyes brimming with tears, looking absolutely devastated.

''Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect'

"Wow, Sam, that was intense, good, but intense," Mr Schue told the blond boy. "The emotion conveyed through your voice and your eyes was heart-breaking."

"Thank you," Sam muttered into the microphone, before going to sit down, Dean quickly draping himself back over the younger boy.

"Okay, next up we have Kurt, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah," Kurt stood up and walked onto the stage. "So, as you all know, I've had some bullying problems in the past, and this song helped my through those times. It isn't by an artist I would typically listen to, but I think, that, personally it's beautiful and it portrays my position, or at least my position a month ago, perfectly. This is Mean, by Taylor Swift."

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, pickin' on the weaker man

Kurt was singing the song far slower than the original version, turning it into more of a plea. He sang quite softly, but with a hidden power that was completely entrancing. Everyone was leaning forwards in their seats, trying to capture every last word.

Well, you can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them
I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know what you don't know

Kurt sang his heart out, eyes and voice full of emotion. The song was beautiful, and sang with Kurt's high pitched, naturally musical voice, the meaning was only enhanced. Mercedes had tears streaming down her face. Because it was the bullies fault he was singing this, and she'd never been able to stop them from hurting Kurt. And, that was a painful thought.

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean
All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Applause echoed around the auditorium as Kurt finished. He looked up weakly at his friends, and went to sit down.

"Kurt, that was truly incredible, and really moving. Well done, all of you for your performances today, they were all beautiful, in different ways. But now, for our last performance of the day, we have Hermione."

Hermione stood up and walked slowly onto the stage. Turning to face her friends, she stood behind the microphone stand, pausing before speaking. "This is for Ron, and for Dean, and for Harry, because after everything, you three are still here, and we're still standing. This is Overcome."

'If you walk with your head down
You can count every step you take
I know every place I've been now
I can count every mistake
I've been hurt so many times before
Almost forgotten how to dream
All that I was running from
Is all I need to save me

I couldn't let you in my heart
My defences all fall apart
Just when I thought I'd given up
I have overcome
And now I cant let you go, oh no
You showed me something that I've never known
And finally I've found the one
I have overcome

You can never see it coming There's always that one you cant count out
who keeps on believing nothings gonna stop me now I've been hurt so many times before
almost forgotten how to dream
all that I was running from is all i need to save me

I'm not running anymore
Coz now there's nothing left to hold me down
Some things are worth fighting for
I see it all
Its waiting for me now

The room was completely silent. Hermione had a way of doing that, she'd sing, and everyone would listen, just stop everything, ignore everyone, and listen. The silence hung in the air as the last note rang out. The words were beautiful, meaningful, and to Harry, and to Dean, and to Ron, they meant something deep. They had overcome everything, they'd fought against the odds, and they'd won.

Applause erupted from all the Glee Club members, and, accompanied by a few wolf whistles, Hermione sat down.

"Okay, everyone, that's the solo auditions over. We'll do the duets tomorrow, as there isn't time today. " Everyone stood up and walked out the auditorium, talking easily about their auditions.

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" Kurt was worried about Harry's breakdown, he was desperate to help him.

"Really, Kurt, I'm fine now, it's just that bloody song…"

"You were amazing if it helps?" Kurt smiled slightly as Harry grinned back.

"Oh, wait, we're taking Hermione shopping today, I told her that her wardrobe needed a make-over, and, for some reason she actually agreed with me. Plus, she has a date with Puck tomorrow, and she needs something decent to wear."

The grin on Kurt's face said it all.

Songs:

I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy

Freedom - Nizlopi

Superman - Joe Mcelderry

White Horse - Taylor Swift

Perfect - Simple Plan

Mean - Taylor Swift

Overcome - Alexandra Burke

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