As Time Passes ; sam evans [1]

[original song]

'Guys, I've got some bad news. You know how we decided on "sing" by My Chemical Romance for Regionals?' Mr. Shue reminded. 'Well, I hold in my hand a cease and desist letter from the band. We can't do it.'

'It was the perfect anthem.' Puck scoffed holding up a his hand.

'How much do you want to bet Coach Sylvester has something to do with this?' Mercedes commented.

'One step ahead of you.' he replied.

'So what are we going to do now?' Mercedes looked around the room.

'Rachel's idea came in handy, that's why I agreed with her.' I smirked.

'All those in favor of voting Rachel down a second time?' Santana questioned raising her hand along with everybody else.

'No. I think Rachel is right.' Quinn agreed. 'This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different.'

'That's true, but if all the other teams are doing amazing songs we're not going to be so good.' Mercedes worriedly replied.

'You're right. We're not going to be as good. We're going to be better.' Quinn assured. 'We won't be using other peoples words or music. It'll be our own. Our own heart, soul, not just our voices. We have a really talented songwriter in our midst. Rachel.' She explained. 'I was thinking maybe you and I could write a song together.'

'I'm with Quinn and Rachel, I mean, if these two can agree on something, it's probably an idea worth considering.' Finn agreed.

'Wait, Wait, so suddenly, you two are writing the music for regionals? No way. I think that everyone should get a chance to write a song.' Santana shook her head.

'Santana's right. We can do this.' Sam nodded.

'What do you think, Mr. Shue?' Mercedes asked.

'I think we're doing original songs for regionals.' He announced, clapping along with everyone else.

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'All right, guys, let's hear it for our first songwriting seminar.' Mr. Shue exclaimed earning cheers. 'While Quinn and Rachel are hard at work, we're gonna try to write an anthem of our own. Now, these are rhyming dictionaries for all of you.' he continued handing out books to us all.

'Mr. Shue? Tina and I have been already working on a song that I wrote.' Santana mentioned.

'Really? That's amazing.' Shue chuckled. 'Well, can we hear it?' he asked.

'All right.' Santana replied getting ready to perform for us. 'This is a song that I wrote for Sam. It's called "Trouty Mouth." She smiled.

'Wait, what's it called?' Sam asked looking shocked.

"Trouty Mouth." Mike whispered.