isaac.

   “Yeah–” He picked up the sax
    with a shrug. “I uh– actually
    like playing a lot of pop music…
    You’d be surprised how well it
    can translate into sax music.”

Blaine watched the other boy with a curious
smile.  One that gave away to a few blinks
and a nod at the mention of pop music.  Now
Isaac was talking his language!  “No, no. I get it.
I spent a year turning pop songs into acapella–
so–yeah. Pop music it is!  Want to give Timberlake
a go?  I’ve been dying to mess around with some
of his new stuff.”