cassondra blake has lived in lima, ohio her entire life, that doesn't justify her actions but it's a got supporting factor. the dullness, the toxicity, the rough cut edges of lima heights has tampered her once vibrant personality.
one day she get...
cass bumped into ryder's shoulder, taking the seat next to him, "you ever figure out who stole my face?"
"no but i'm going to. mark my words," ryder declared, leaning over to look at kitty's phone. "hey, kitty, who are you texting? let me see your phone."
kitty pulled her phone tight to her chest, "i'm playing 4 pics 1 word, weirdo stalker. do i need to get a restraining order?"
"guys, we got a problem. her name is frida romero. with regionals only a few weeks away, i went to scout out the competition. the hoosierdaddies have a secret weapon. she's a tiny little sophomore, never competed before, but her voice could fill an arena. i mean, it's big. and the only way to beat them is to be huge. i'm talking stadium huge. epic songs that will blow the heads off of 100,000 people at a time."
sam's eyes became as wide as saucers as the power went out in the choir room, "zombie apocalypse."
"good thing i never miss an episode of the walking dead," cass laughed pointing her finger guns at sam.
unique rolled her eyes at cass' dorkiness, "or beyonce's halftime show."
figgins' voice shrieked from the p.a. system, "children, this power outage is not an emergency. nor is it an excuse to go wilding through the hallways. while we're investigating the root of this near calamity, classes will continue and your brains are to remain in the on positions. if the darkness persists, candles and flashlights will be distributed based on grade point average. i now have to turn off the p.a system so i can save our precious generator resources for the coffee machine and my plug-in lower back vibrator."
"great utilization of resources," cass snickered to her dad as the p.a system shut off.
"okay, that puts a damper on our stadium songs. time for a new appropriate lesson. ladies and gentlemen, it's unplugged week."
"all right, i know these conditions aren't ideal, but i want to thank you guys for toughing it out. and we have our first volunteer, who is going to show us how to get back to basics and really strip it down. So, let's give it up for sam."
"right. uh, take it away," cass sang, shooting her finger guns at her ex-boyfriend.
sam awkwardly chuckled at her, fiddling with his guitar strap, "thanks. um, well, when mr. schue started talking about being big, i started thinking about phil spector's legendary wall of sound, and how he would use, like, thousands of instruments so his songs could really fill a stadium. and then i started thinking about stripping, um, out all that extra noise to get to the essence of the song. plus, my mom said that i was conceived to this song, so i kind of literally owe my existence to the righteous brothers. anyways, uh, here it goes."
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"wow, you see that, guys? that's the kind of power and passion that we need for regionals."
cass applauded him along with will sending sam a smile before turning to artie, seeing that he was texting during sam's entire song, "good job, sam. next up, artie. show us what you got."
