"Anyone watching American Idol?" Heath asked his show choir. It seemed up to this point someone told him that it was a requirement that the girls had to have their hair curled. That seemed to be the biggest question. Heath had rolled his eyes at that.
"What I'm trying to say," he explained. "The winners on that show take a song, tear it apart, and make it their own. That's what we have to do."
"But the competition is next month." Some girl told them as if they had all the time in the world.
"That's only a couple weeks away." Still they had nothing. Heath thought they might as well tattoo failure on his forehead at the moment. The group sang all the stuff they'd been doing for the last few months. Except for the Christmas carols they'd performed at various banks and schools in surrounding towns.
It was just so blah. These old show tunes. Heath was sick of them.
He put on a song he'd found. An instrumental of Shake it by Metro Station. They needed some inspiration. He wasn't sure if they'd find it in that song or not.