Note - Sing

(02) Audition

A/N: If I have to remove the songs, I will. Also, this chapter is kinda long.

3rd POV

Buster reaches the restaurant Les Calmers, and he parks his bike in front of a staff.

"Take care of her, would you? She may look old and rusty, but she is... a classic!" Buster said, as he went into the restaurant. The Bike fell apart.

Inside Las Calmers, Buster was seated at a table with his friend Eddie Noodleman.

"Okay, listen. we both know that my theater has been going through some pretty tough times lately. But as the saying goes, 'For every cloud, a silver lining.' We've got-" Buster said.

"Ah, buh, buh, buh. Hold on right there, Buster. My dad, he heard I was gonna see you today and he was all like, 'Eddie, you tell that koala I'm not funding any more of those shows and that's final.' Those were his words." Eddie said, as he told Buster what his dad told him.

"Your dad's right. Those shows were the problem. 'War of Attrition'. 'Rosie Takes a Bow'! I mean, nobody wants to see that stuff anymore. So what do I do?" Buster said.

"Quit?" Eddie said, as he shrugs. "No. I give them a show they cannot resist, which is gonna be-" Buster said.

A waiter clears his throat. "Just one more minute, s'il vous plaít." Buster said. The waiter grumbles, as he walks away.

"Merci!" Buster said. "Don't speak French, they speak English here." Eddie said.

"Now, my next show is gonna be, drumroll please." Buster said, as he made noises, and everyone in the restaurant look over. "A singing competition!" Buster said.

"A singing competition? Who wants to see another one of those?" Eddie questioned.

"Everyone! Just think, your neighbor, the, the grocery store manager, that chicken, right there!" Buster said. The chicken looks over, and hurried away.

"Everyone in this city gets a shot at being a star, live on my stage!" Buster said. "Buster, this is a terrible idea." Eddie said.

"Oh no, it's not. Real talent from real life. That's what audiences want, and I am gonna give it to them!" Buster said, as he accidentally bangs a spoon, and send it towards a bull, who dropped his phone into his soup.

"Can we please just get out of here?" Eddie asked. "Don't you want eat?" Buster asked. "Yeah, but we can't afford any of this." Eddie said, as he place the menu down.

"Yes, I know, and that's why..." Buster said, as he brought out his lunchbox. "I brought sandwiches." Buster said, as he threw one to Eddie.

"Uh, That's not allowed, and..." Eddie groans as jam got on his shirt. "What, you don't like peanut butter and jelly?" Buster asked.

The waiter who was helping the bull saw it. "Excuse me, sir." The waiter said, as he went over to the table.

"Okay, look, I got cream cheese, I got banana-" Buster said, as he was grabbed, and thrown out of the restaurant.

"You ok?" Eddie asked, as he got outside. "Yup, never better." Buster said.

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Buster is now back at his office.

"Ms. Crawly?" Buster called. "Hello? Uh, who is it?" Ms. Crawly asked, through the device. "It's me." Buster said, as he clears his throat.