Sorry... your needy author here. This is my return to Fan Fic after almost a year. Please let me know how I'm doing and if you want me to continue.
It's an hour before sectionals are set to begin. It's the first time the Warblers will preform in public without Blaine Anderson. It's the first time he will preform in public since he dawned the Dalton blazer.
They have split up the solos. Thad, Jeff and he will each take lead on a song. He will never admit it, but his stomach is filled with butterflies.
The tiny electron trill from his pocket startles him, reminds of him of things he's been ignoring.
He can't risk it during his performance. What if the onstage mikes pick up the alarm? What if the judges think it's a cellphone?
He checks the screen. The EMPTY icon is blinking. NO DELIVERY.
He scratches the adhesive patch on his stomach. Its itchy as fuck. His doctor would have said to change it a few days ago, but he was up late doing calculus, then practicing with the Warblers.
He knows how long he can go. Normally, he is in control of this, but he's been distracted lately. And, stress makes things run shorter.
Without a thought, he goes to the bathroom. He rips the patch away from his skin, and balls it up. He tucks it in his bag, and pushes the problem out of his head.
He is in control.