I write sins, not tragedies..., chapter 6

Think Brendan... Think... his minds says.

"Just for fucks sake, DON'T SING..." he thought.
Maybe if he doesn't sing, the whole thing won't carry out.

Suddenly, he found himself thinking of the song... Then muttering it...
"No!" he shouted.

The lights go dim, she slides off her dress...

He thinks quickly.
"If I do this, it may be the only way to get out of here. But if I ignore it..."
The girl, who he doesn't recognise, steps closer and kisses him.
He can't do it. He pushes her back and runs out of the room.
"I don't fuckin know the girl..." he mutters.

Even though the last room was quite small, there is a gigantic hall which he entered.
The door he came through dissapeared, but the girl stood right beside him.
He was still in his tuxedo. She held his hand.
He saw Brent, Spencer and Ross across the room, they began to play a tune he recognised...
Then he found himself clenching the girls hand and singing..

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time,
come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me...

He led the girl into a dance, and he kept singing.
He danced and jumped onto the stage with the others.

Good, Good, now we're making some progress,
Come on, just tap your toes to the beat...

The dancing and singing continued... He wondered.
"Holy fuck, am I gonna have to go through all the songs on the fuckin album?"

A fever you can't sweat out.
This was DEFINITELY a fever he couldn't sweat out.