Twenty-Two: All or Nothing. Part Two.

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It was the night of regionals, and Emma walked over to Will, taking her seat...

"Oh, I made it. Sorry. Hi." She says.

"Hey."

"Sorry, I'm so nervous." Emma said.

He chuckled.

"I had to run and get some gummy bears to calm my stomach." Emma tells him.

"No wonder you're nervous. You're wearing white. That's not exactly your lucky colour." Said Santana.

"I think you'll see our luck's about to change, Santana."

The bell rang, and the lights flashed.

"I'm gonna go check on the kids."

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the 2013 Greater Midwest High School Show Choir Regionals. Now, please raise the roof for our distinguished panel of judges. Executive Director of Ohio State Supermax Penitentiary, Warden William Bobby!"

William walked onto the stage, and he waved at the cheering crowd.

LeRoy and Hiram quickly take their seats.

"Wrongfully accused football legend Coach "Fingers" Shafranski."

Fingers stepped onto the stage, throwing his arm up, hearing the crowd cheering louder.

"And Indiana's number one circus contortionist, Lady Marvellous!"

A woman was carried out in a box, and she smiled, climbing out of it.

"Also, I just heard there's a celebrity in the crowd with us tonight. Let's welcome Taylor Swift!"

The crowd cheered even louder.

"First up. Their parents are rich, and their voices are golden. From Ziegler Prep in Cincinnati, it's The Waffletoots!"

The crowd cheered, clapping their hands. The stage went pitch black, and the judges took their seats.

Backstage, Ryder walked over to the group...

"Ashleigh was right." Ryder says.

"Ryder. Thank God." Will and Ashleigh muttered.

"I'm only upset with one person; it wouldn't be fair to punish the whole group. Ashleigh, I'm really, really sorry. I know what losing sectionals did to you... and Blaine, she isn't the catfish." Ryder says, shaking Blaine's hand.

"Thank you." Ashleigh said, hugging Ryder tightly.

"Seriously, dude, you really need to learn to control your anger. Jake, promise me you won't throw anything at the audience... right now!" Ashleigh shouted.

"Yeah. Yeah. Promise." Jake says.

"Wait, I have, uh, done a lot of thinking, and after regionals are over, I'm officially leaving Glee Club. I'm sorry, Mr. Schue."

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