Sing 2(My Version)

Chapter Eight:

*Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter of my version of Sing 2! This is published on December 28, 2021. If you guys like this chapter, don't be afraid to vote and comment! It would be greatly appreciated! Love you all! The song used is called "Am I Wrong?" by Nico & Vinz. Enjoy!*

Porscha Crystal couldn't lie. She was spoiled but not in the way you think. Her father was rich enough to buy her toys and build her castles. He had the ability to get her out of trouble if she'd ever gotten into it. So, money problems were never an issue for her since her father was filthy rich. However, the identity that she could never shake off was the fact that she's the daughter of Jimmy Crystal. That's her only identity and the only thing she's known for. And her father wouldn't let her be anything more than that.

Porscha thought she understood why.

But as she's growing older, she became confused as to the reason why her father never told her that he owned the theater, let alone, have people inside working on a show.

She couldn't wait to see if she'll ever be a part of it.

At the dinner table in the middle of the night, her father wasn't present yet as his assistant, Jerry, helped prepare the meal while her bodyguards stood by her to watch her eat.

Porscha stared at her food, playing the conversations she could have with her father while Jerry left the dining room after he prepared a meal for her and her father.

She looked at the empty seat next to her while clearing her throat to play a conversation.

"Hey, Dad, I was wondering if you could let me join the show," Porscha talked to the empty seat.

Porscha cleared her throat while trying to imitate her father's voice, to which she didn't do a good job of and her security guards almost giggled a little. "What? You can't join the show. That's preposterous."

Porscha leaned back and sniffled, trying to make herself cry. "Please, Daddy, I beg of you." Porscha's body went stiff as she tried to wait for the tears to come.

However, her bodyguards stared at her in concern.

"Are you having a stroke, ma'am?" one of her security guards questioned Porscha.

"I'm trying to cry here," Porscha answered while attempting to summon the tears. However, the tears never came. Porscha groaned to herself while taking out the eye drops and using them on her eyes to fake the tears. "But, Daddy, I beg of you!"

Her fake tears were streaming down her cheeks but her voice couldn't capture the sadness in her tone. Porscha sighed deeply and wiped the tears away.

"Okay, maybe not cry, that's too much work," Porscha muttered to herself.

"What's too much work?"

Porscha gasped as she saw that her father entered the dining room with his briefcase. The wolf hid her eyedrop immediately. "Oh, nothing."

Jimmy, Porscha's father, arched a brow to notice tear marks on her cheeks. "Have you been crying?"

"No, no, I was using clear drops to clean my eyes out," Porscha stated with a little nervous chuckle. "It leaked and it made it look like I was crying."

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then." Jimmy took a seat next to his daughter while setting his briefcase down. "So, I got some interesting news."

"There's a new opening part for the show?" Porscha assumed with a bright smile and her tail wagging.

Jimmy shook his head. "No, your in-laws are wanting to have dinner with us over the weekend."