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With a medium coffee in one hand and a small sandwich in the other, Blaine took a seat at his usual table. He was pretty much stuck for ideas that would win them Sectionals this year, his first singing competition with the Warblers. It had to be great, something the judges would never expect from teenagers, a song like Defying Gravity or another one with a lot of notes at different pitches. The biggest problem of all of this was that it had to fit under the genre of Hope.
He unwrapped and took a bite of his sandwich. What was wrong with him today? Why couldn’t he think of any great songs? Usually he’d be able to think of at least a few to base the rest of his decisions on, but it all seemed to be next to nothing. Blaine looked up from his sandwich as he finished chewing.
“What do you want to sing?”