SEND ME A ♬ AND A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-10 AND I’LL PUT MY ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND SKIP TO THAT NUMBER AND WRITE A STARTER WITH MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THAT SONG.
song: chandelier by sia @seafoamxashes

Cries from the audience behind the curtain were so loud that the heavy fabric barely managed to muffle them.  The pale faces of several crowded together show choir groups stared at the last ensemble of performers as they ran off the stage with their ‘we have this in the bag’ smirks. One group stood apart from that.  In their dark gray pants and blue blazers with crimson piping, the Warblers looked from one to another and each of them had a knowing grin of confidence. Laughter followed when Blaine rolled his eyes and made a goofily puckered pout at their backs then huffed them off with a dismissive wave and a, “They have nothing on us.”  Except for Trent kept nervously wringing his fingers.  Noticing how bad he was fidgeting, Blaine laced one set of his and the other boy’s together and pulled him in closely to his side.

As the kids before them prepared to go on, he heard a girl whisper how she didn’t get that they could look so calm after seeing THAT.  Blaine frowned and pulled Trent along on his approach. Bending in as the announcer called out the name of the stranger’s team, he cupped his hand and whispered into her ear.  “That’s because every time I go out there I tell myself I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist.  You should too.  Have fun with it,” a brilliant smiling pause between, “Good luck!”