Phineas and Ferb were in their dorm, working on the final plans for the fair. Well, it should be stated that Phineas was more busy with his other plans that ran concurrent to the fair, but he was still working. He sat on the couch, scratching his head with the eraser of his pencil, head tilted in concentration as he worked on the lyrics to his song
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He turned his head to look at Phineas. "How's all of that coming?" He gestured at the paper Phineas was writing on.
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"This? This is a headache," He said, waving the notebook before setting down on the table nearby, and in the same motion picking up a set of contact juggling balls that he bought before they arrived on campus. He started spinning three in one hand while keeping the fourth in the other. "I'm wondering if I shouldn't just TELL her, and get it out of the way. I've never had writer's block this bad before."
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Sitting up a little bit, he shrugged a little. "I think you have writer's block because you're too close to the source material." He smiled, shaking his head.
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"I guess, but I don't want it to come off as sounding insincere. I want to write something that really works for what I feel. Something personal." He shrugged and sighed. "At least I got a couple verses before my brain broke. Y'know what I think? I think what I need is a break. I've been wracking my brain too hard over this." Phineas' mind had gone into overdrive since he decided to surprise Isabella, but the sad thing was, he was starting to second guess his plan. This was why he liked working on a quick and short time frame. The faster things got done, the less time he had to second guess his decisions, and there was no time to make mistakes.
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