"We're going to be the.... Last", Mrs. Pillsberry said.
"What?", Artie said.
"Yeah", she said.
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Rachel's POV
OMG! This is it.
Regional.
I'm kind of nervous here at the auditorium.
But, I know I would kill this and us of course.
Now, we are competing with the Deaf choir and the bootylicious girls here.. (n/a: I just made that up LOL).
We're the third performer which means we're the last, obviously.
Sad to say that Mr.Schue isn't here, he has an important appointment.
Anyways, the deaf choir is about to perform.
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What!
Did they just sing Don't stop believing?
WHAT THE HELL!.
Well.. They're not that good, unlike us.
I turn around to see other's reaction.
I could see they're shocked and I see Santana was laughing by herself.
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Okay.. We are done with the deaf choir now.. It's time for the booty...licious girls.
I see Puck smirked when he heard their name.
They are starting to perform.
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Santana's POV
Oh holy motherfucking gawd!
Is that Berry's solo?
I could see she is shocked.
Why the fucking hell are they following our songs?
I could sense fishy here.
Wait- did someone showed our set list or... Gave the set list.
Hah!
Oh wait.. Ms. blabber mouth is talking.
"Guys! In the dresser room NOW", she shouted then went.
"You heard her peeps.. Let's go", I said standing and went after her.
They all followed.
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Random♥ÇØMPLËTË♥ I hope you'll like my story and Kindly please vote and read my story. This is about Rachel who moved from New York to Lima and she wished she could have friends in her first day. She HAD a boyfriend before in her freshmen year and it's l...