Sing Your Heart Out

Personal Problems and Rehearsals

At Meena's house, the teenager was baking while a small television was playing. It was playing a news broadcast showing the animals, in her opinion, that didn't mess up and leaving the theater with newfound confidence.

"And you can see the lucky few leaving the theater behind me. Now back to you in the studio, John."

Meena's mother turns the television off with her trunk and comforts her sniffling daughter.

"Oh honey, please don't cry. You are not a failure." her mother consoled as she took a tray of muffins out of the oven. "There'll be other chances, you just-"

"Bah! The heck there will!" Meena's grandfather huffs as he appears in the kitchen doorway.

"Dad, please..."

But her grandfather persisted.

"Come on, don't you want this? "

"Well, sure, but I messed it up. " Meena whimpered.

"Then, you gotta go back there tomorrow and say, 'Mr Moon, I demand you let me re-audition!'" her grandfather encouraged, prodding Meena with the handle of his cane. "Be confident! Show 'em you ain't gonna be pushed around! You got that, Meena?!"

"Um..."

"Good. Now go get my cocoa."

Her grandfather then grabbed a batch of muffins and left the kitchen.

The black limo that Jessica was in had arrived back at her father's mansion. The young cheetah excitedly jumps out of the vehicle and sprints towards the front door to tell her father the good news.

"Dad! Dad! Come down here!" Jessica exclaimed.

Luckily, her father was near the top of the stairwell and came by to see what his daughter was so excited about.

"What is it now, Jessie?"

"Okay, guess just what happened today!"

"You...saw that there was a sale at the shoe store but there was only one pair left by the time you got there and every girl in the city was fighting over it and you all went out in a giant brawl and you ended up victorious but you ended up dropping them down a manhole and then you started crying but it didn't matter in the end because there happened to be a shoe merchant who sold the exact same pair?"

Jessica blinked at her father's overly detailed guess.

"...Okay, on second thought, don't guess. I'll just tell you."

Jessica then took out the flyer for the singing competition out of her purse and held it up.

"I auditioned for a singing competition today and I got in! Isn't that great?"

It was now her father's turn to blink.

"...You're serious?"

"Yeah! I sang a whole song and everything and this koala, Buster Moon, liked my singing and I ended up getting in!"

"Buster Moon? That washed up showman from that mummified playhouse? That Buster Moon?"

"...Well you make him sound like a total loser when you say it like that."

Nico made it down the stairs, shook his head and sighed.

"Sweetie, he basically is. None of his shows were remotely successful." Nico informed. "Didn't you know any of this?"

Jessica shrugged.

"Well, I don't really know much about theaters or any of that stuff."

Nico took a look at the flyer his daughter was holding.