The Music Within Me (Johnny X Natalia)

Chapter 9

Eddie was walking towards his Nana's when his phone rang. He saw it was Buster and answered it. "Good morning, Buster," Eddie greeted.

"Hey, Eddie. How are you?" Buster wondered.

"Good. How's the show going?" Eddie asked.

"Ah, it's going great. Hey, that's a sharp jacket you've got on today," Buster commented.

"Oh, thanks," Eddie said then realized, "Wait." He turned to his left to see Buster at the gate to his Nana's house, making him let out a small shriek.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie said.

"Eddie, you can't come visit your Nana without bringing her some flowers. Here," Buster said, handing him flowers then ringing the bell.

"What? No! Buster, no! Don't go in there!" Eddie shouted, running after his friend as the gate opened.

"Yes, can I help--?" the butler asked, letting them in.

"Buster!" Eddie called.

"Ah, Nana!" Buster yelled in greeting. There a scary opera music play as a someone coming down the stairs, looking at the two in disgust with a cup of tea in her hand was Nana Noodleman!

"Just look at you, dear. Wow! You don't look a day over 90," Buster commented.

"Oh, my gosh," Eddie face palmed mumbling.

"Buster Moon. We met at Eddie's graduation," Buster introduced, getting the bouquet of flowers he gave Eddie.

"Oh, lucky me. A visit from my useless grandson and his ghastly little theater friend," Nana said.

"Look at that. She remembers me," Buster smiled at Eddie then continued, "Okay Nana, how would you like to be the sponsor for a very prestigious prize?"

"Not for that singing contest I saw on the news," Nana says in disbelief backing from buster.

"That's the one," Buster nodded.

"Oh, I see. You don't have the money, do you?" Nana scoffs, looking at the in disgust.

"Well, we don't quite have it all locked in..." Buster admitted.

"Well, you'll not get a cent out of me," Nana refused, starting walking off.

"Nana, please, just listen to me for one second, okay?" Buster requested.

"No, absolutely not," Nana declined.

"Don't listen to him, Nana," Eddie said.

"I'm not listening to either of you," Nana remarked.

"Just wait one second," Buster said.

"I'm not listening to any of you!" She shoves the empty teacup into Eddie's hand, and he struggles to barely catch it. "Lapsang souchong, no sugar. And be quick about it."

"Uh, Nana--" Eddie stammers as Buster shoves the flowers into his free hand, following Nana. "... I dunno how to... Make tea..."

They went into the other room where Buster saw an old poster from the show, he saw Nana in when he was six. "Wow..." Buster sighs, staring at the poster. "I saw this show when I was a kid. Nana, you were absolutely amazing!"

"Please. This flattery is futile," Nana replies, grabbing her elegant fan and opening it. "I've no intention on bailing you out," she sarcastically giggles. "Your pathetic shows are the reason that theater no longer has an audience."

"Please. This flattery is futile," Nana replies, grabbing her elegant fan and opening it. "I've no intention on bailing you out," she sarcastically giggles. "Your pathetic shows are the reason that theater no longer has an audience."