johnston, skylar â
âIt seems as if I do, the rest of you are treating this as if it were a normal competition. It is not, we have only been here for a few weeks and we are already fighting harder than any of you.â The fact that the New Directions seemed to put rehearsal last was something that almost blew his mind. How they managed to win so many titles was beyond him. âI am also doing what a leader should do, which is stand up for what the Warblers believe in. We are a well respected show choir with morals and tradition, a far better image than the âband of misfitsâ that the New Directions hold.â Crossing his arms over his chest, Skylar rolled his eyes. âOh please, you are forcing us to give things up because you arenât willing to make the slightest change. We understand that McKinley and the New Directions are your home, but Dalton was ours. Perhaps you can be a little lighter on the nitpicking.âÂ
Marley sent out a huff in frustration. This was a roundabout argument that was never going to end -- and she was getting too dizzy of this ride to stay on it. If this warbler wanted to stick by his morals, so would she. Regardless of the progress -- or lack thereof -- they made today, she had to be the bigger person and walk away. Giving him the satisfaction of getting under her skin was not on her agenda. âIâm not doing this with you.â She muttered at him, spinning on her heel to collect her sheet music by her bag. âIf you guys want to do things you way, have at it. But Iâm not turning the New Directions into a group of militant robots just because youâre too scared  to -- I donât even know what youâre scared of.â Marley pushed a folder into her bag, ignoring the sound of the crinkling paper in favor of getting out of that room as quickly as possible. âIf you want to talk about this later, you know where to find me. Just know that Iâm not backing down on this.â
















