While it's lost a good deal of its initial magic, I'm still watching "Glee." I miss the good old days of Terri's fake pregnancy, Mr. Schuester and the Acafellas, and Howard Bamboo's adventures at Sheets-and-Things. I long for more screen time for Puck and Tina. I miss the simple story lines about cliques, loneliness, and fitting in that we used to get before Ryan Murphy got all caught up in trying to make every episode into his own version of "A Very Special Blossom."
Last night, though, I got my reward for hanging in with the series all this time. About half-way through the episode, Rachel launched into "How Deep Is Your Love" as she had yet another touching moment with Finn. She was backed by the Glee band (which somehow is always is always there whenever they're needed). As Rachel hit the chorus for the first time, the camera cut to my favorite member of the band -- the bass player. I've always loved him. That haircut. That smile. The fact that he has no name. He's perfect. I so want to be him.
The camera hung with the bass player for all of two seconds. That's a lot for him. Something was different. Instead of just standing there, swaying back and forth in a bass groove, he was actually singing. I swear that's never happened before. As Rachel's first "How deep is your love?" faded away, he followed up with the refrain "... is your love, how deep is your love." I burst out laughing, I was so happy.
It was over pretty quickly. As soon as the line was over, the camera faded away and the bass player was gone. It was enough for me, though. Ryan Murphy had heard and granted my prayer. Scott Henson had been given camera time and a lyric. All is perfect in the "Glee" world and I'm locked in for at least one more season. Sad, but true.
This is where the magic happens.
