The singing roles are shuffled around a little I think, but I decided to just use the songs from the movie. Hope you still enjoy!

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"I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously," Hunk gasped as he jogged up to the others in the stage wing of the regional competition.

"How much have you done?" Allura demanded.

"You just saw it," Hunk answered.

"Pidge, you gotta be able to hit that last note," Allura instructed, addressing an issue they kept having in practice.

"I can't. It's impossible," Pidge muttered without much confidence.

"Well if you can't do it, then someone else needs to solo," Shiro added.

"I think Keith should take my solo," Pidge offered.

"Yeah, Keith would be excellent. But also someone else might be equally as excellent," Allura countered as if Keith wasn't even standing amongst them.

"It's true," Shiro muttered.

"And they might be shy and not wanna come forward and say they wanted a solo," Pidge protested.

"Well, Keith doesn't want a solo," Allura snapped. "So—"

"I would be happy to do it if I got to pick a new song and do an arrangement," Keith offered.

"Well that's not how we run things here," Allura argued.

"Allura, maybe Keith has a point. Maybe we could try something new," Lance offered.

"Aca-scuse me? You can sing Turn the Beat Around and that's the last I wanna hear of this," Allura scolded.

"That song is tired. We're not gonna win with it," Keith countered. "If we pull samples from different genres and layer them together, we could make some—"

"Okay," Allura snapped, turning on Keith. "Let me explain something to you, because you still don't seem to get it. Our goal is to get back to the finals, and these songs will get us there. So, excuse me if I don't take advice from some alt-guy with his mad-lib beats because he's never been in a competition. Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal. I won't solo," Keith growled with a narrow glare.

"Fine," Allura sighed. "Shiro?"

"Yes, sir?"

"You'll solo," Allura instructed.

"Alright," Shiro nodded.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. The 2012 southeastern regional competition has officially begun!" The first announcer began.

"Yes, I'm Gail Abernathy McCadd and to my right is fellow a cappella alum John Smith and we are live from Marmora University. It's a new season for a cappella. The regionals begin the long road to Nationals where all of these youngsters hope to one day win a trophy by making music with their mouths," they added as the first group sprinted onto stage and began their singing to F**k You.

"A cappella out of sock puppets? Genius," Gail breathed.

"Yeah, look at the black one with the white sock," John added.

"It's making a statement," Gail agreed. The performers started falling apart on the stage.

"There's no craft there. Watching them will make you worse," John sighed.

"At least they're different," Gail offered. "And the Sockapellas, once again proving that it doesn't get better for everyone after high school."

"Do we clap?" John asked.

"No, we don't," Gail told him.

"Never."

"Hands in," Allura instructed right as they were about to be introduced. "Remember, 'ahh' on three. One, two..."

"Wait you said we'd—"

Lance interrupted. Allura pulled back with a forced smile. "I'm sorry," Lance offered.

"It's ok. It's gonna be okay. Okay," she sighed as she turned towards the stage.

"Let's give it up for the Voltron team!"

"Wow, this does not look like the fresh-faced Voltron that we have come to know," John noted. "Is it me or are those jackets just not working anymore?"

"You're walking the line, John. It's a nice surprise to see Voltron mixing it up. It's refreshing yet displeasing to the eye."

Allura blew her pitch pipe, ready to begin after they took their marks on the stage. "One, two, three, four."

The others started humming and forming a beat, stepping in rhythm with one another. Shiro began the vocals:

"~I got a new life, you would hardly recognize me. I'm so glad. How could a person, like me care for you? Why do I bother, when you're not the one for me?"

He and Allura traded the microphone off, and Allura began her part of the solo.

"~Is enough enough? I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes! And I am happy now living without you, I've left you all alone. I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes..."

"Voltron bring back the same song they sang at last year's finals. And all eyes will be on senior Allura. She could pass out at any moment..."

"~I saw the sign!"

"And she makes it through, folks. No blackout. John, a change of pace could not come soon enough here for Voltron. This is not a great way to start their season," Gail added.

"Yeah. This number is like an elephant dart to the public's face."

"~I saw the sign..." Her voice dwindled as they gathered closer for the next part of the song. Pidge took the microphone next.

"~Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same--?"

"John, a change in pace could not come soon enough for Voltron," Gail continued. "This is not a great way to start their season."

"~Am I only dreaming--?"

"Yes, Gail, this song is like an elephant dart to the public's face."

"~Or is this burning an eternal flame?!"

They gathered once again to switch microphones as Lance took the lead for the final part.

The others began building the song: "~Turn it around, turn it around, t--t--turn it around, turn it around, turn it around, turn it around--!"

"Yeah!" Lance began, his energy slowly exciting the audience from their slumber. "~Turn the beat around! Love to hear percussion! Turn it upside down! Love to hear percussion! Turn it around, oh, you gotta turn it around! Oh, love to hear percussion! Turn the beat around you gotta turn it around! Love to hear percussion!"

They stuck their final pose as Lance flung his jacket off, the audience loving his enthusiasm. Allura looked at him in shock, the other members stifling laughs as the audience applauded.

"Voltron went deep into the archive for that song, John. I remember singing it with my own a cappella group."

"And what group was that, Gail?"

"The Weblums, John."

"Well, that's an unfortunate name... "

"Thank you. Really incredible, ladies and gentlemen, Voltron. Amazing. You know, there must be something in the water there at Altea University, cause this next group is also from Altea. Ladies and gentlemen, the Altea University Galra Empire!"

"Here we go, the Galra Empire. They're on the trail for Nationals, huh?"

"Absolutely, they always are, Gail. My favorite and everyone's favorite. Now it says here in my notes that their front man Lotor has recently released his own line of sports sandals."

"Shhh," Lotor began with a smile. The all stood in their line, stepping out one by one as Lotor began the song.

"~You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down, down--!"

"I love this song!" Both Lance and Keith exclaimed in the stage wing, earning a dark glare from Allura.

"~You spin my head right round, right round! When you go down, when you go down down! Hey, walk out that house with my swagger, hop in there with dough, I got places to go! People to see, time is precious, I looked at my cotty, are ya out of control?Just like my mind where I'm goin', no women, no shawties, no nothin' but clothes. No stoppin' now, my Pirellis on roll, I like my jewelery that's always on whoa--"

Allura watched in nervous horror. Their moves were so in sync, the audience adored them, the judges as well. They sounded almost perfect. It was so eradic, not clean and smooth like Allura always wanted her choreography to be. It seemed messy and unorganized, but as they went through it, it was better than Allura ever expected.

This was the Galran Empire. This was their show.

"~I know the storm is comin'. My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower! Call up my homies, it's on. Then pop in the next 'cause this mix'll be ours! We keep a fade away shot, 'cause we ballin' it's Platinum Patron that be ours. Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers, girl you the drink with all that goodie powers! You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down down!"

They all joined in for their final pose, and they blew Allura and the audience away. Their song was shorter than Voltron's, but it was obvious who won. Allura only hoped that they would still advance.

"Boy, the bad boys and girls of a cappella have just gotten badder!" John exclaimed in the booth.