Chapter 31 - Sincerely, John Pitch

• I toss away another music sheet for the gazillionth time. I can’t think of anything! My mind is completely blank, and I can’t come up with a theme or catchy tune, either.
• I can’t even ask Lora for help because we’re both practically participants. We shouldn’t be looking at each other’s pieces like we used to do when we had homework. Not that she would mind, but she hasn’t come up with anything yet. She’s probably in her room right now, scratching her head over a pile of crumpled papers on the floor, too.
• This was the time I usually asked Kristoff. He didn’t care if we were contenders and always helped me. He was never interested in winning any of it. Even though it was late at night, I would usually call him.