isaac.

   Isaac let out a soft laugh as he slid
   his reed into his mouth to wet it. “I’d
   happily give Timberlake a go.” He
   smiled and slid the now wet reed into
   the sax. “Which song do you wanna go
   for?” He knew all of them, but he was
   not going to admit to that.

Seriously?  Someone who didn’t initially have to pretend
Timberlake was lame before they agreed to try some out–
and subsequently enjoyed themselves in spite of their
complaints?  Was he dreaming?  Leaping at the chance–
Blaine shrugged and gave the a few random piano keys a
tink, tink.  “Suit and Tie work for you?  Can’t Stop The Feeling?
Just how long is your list of memorized J.T., Isaac?  Do I
sense a fellow closet Timberlake fan?  Or did I just get lucky
with my pick and you’re hoping I might pick one of two you
know?”