Sing 2 (Johnny x OC)

Chapter 3

Mum and I have been trying to come with a solution to our predicament, It's been so tiring trying to figure out how to deal with this issue but thankfully Melissa, who is apparently my agent, has helped tremendously.

"Alright, so here's the game plan. We'll just push back the recording of your new album until next week so you can fully settle in. Then, we can teach you all about yourself so no one suspects a thing." Melissa says, confident smile on her face.
"Okay, sounds good to me." I reply, nodding in agreement.
"Perfect! However, before we teach you about yourself from this dimension or whatever, you should tell us about yourself. What are things like in your world, so we know what we're working with." Melissa said.
"Good idea." Mum agreed
"Well, where should I start?"
"You mentioned earlier that you didn't become a singer. How come?" Mum asked.
"WAIT! You didn't become a singer!?" Melissa yelled, jaw practically on the ground.

I chuckled sheepishly, and looked away. I figured this topic would come back up. It would kinda be unavoidable seeing as I seem to be such an icon here. It's definitely gonna take some getting used to. I thought, remembering the average life I was used to that I've now apparently left behind.

"Well, um. I struggled a lot with my confidence and self-esteem during my teenage years. I had a hard time fitting in when I was growing up because we moved around a lot for mum's job so it took a long time get out my shell. So the mere thought of singing in front a crowd was terrifying to me." I say.
"Wow, I'm sorry you had to go through that, honey." Mum says, a sympathetic smile dawning her face.
"Thanks, mum. I'm mostly over it now" I smile back.
"What about your family? Are they the same as here?" Melissa asks, clearly curious.
"It's just me, mum and my older brother Aaron. My dad died around the time I was born so I never knew him."I say sombrely.
"That's odd, my Alyssa's dad walked out after I gave birth. Haven't seen him since." Mum says, a bitter tone to her words.
"Damn, does Aaron even exist here?" I ask.
"Oh yes, in fact, he should be home soon." Mum says.

Just like magic, the outside door opens and a deep voice calls out.

"Mom! Alyssa! I'm back!" Aaron calls out.
"Speak of the devil. We're in here, honey!" Mum replies.
"Hey mom, hey sis. What are you all doing in here?"
"Sit down, hon. It's a bit of a long story." Mum says, Aaron just raises an eyebrow, but complies anyway. Mum and Melissa then start explaining the whole situation, while I fiddle with my hands. What the hell am I gonna do now?
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Buster dashes down the staircase to try and catch up to the tall lady.

"Uh, Suki? Suki Lane? I'm Buster Moon. Uh, hi. So glad you could make it. Um, would you like some popcorn?" Buster offers kind of desperately.
"Oh, no, thanks. I'm not staying for the second half, so..." She replies, seemingly bored.
"Oh. But, uh, we thought you were enjoying it. I mean, not that we were watching you or anything." He says somewhat nervously.
"It really is a cute little show." She chuckles, looking to the cut out off the cast as she walks to the exit. "Just not what we're looking for."
"But-but wait. Y-You got to see the second act. I'm-I'm telling you, it's a smash." He chuckles nervously.
"Okay, Mr. Moon, can I be honest?" She cuts him off.
"Of course."
"Are you sure? 'Cause folks say that when they don't really mean it."
"No, please, please, be as honest as you like."
"You're not good enough." She says bluntly leaving no room for discussion as she opens the door to leave.
"What?" He replies, absolutely stunned.
"Taxi!" She yells. "You know, maybe I will have that popcorn. Look, you've got a nice little local theater here, and it's great for what it is, but trust me, you'd never make it in the big leagues. Bye, now." She explains as she gets in the car and drives away.

Nana rushes to Buster by the entrance of the theatre, hopeful that good news was awaiting.

"Well, what did she say?" She says in trepidation.
"I'll be right back." Buster says, rushing off again.

Suki is in the taxi, talking to a colleague about the show.

"Nah. Mm-mm. A few laughs, bunch of quirky ideas. But, anyway, about Thursday..." She says, trailing off.

Then she hears a few taps on the car window, only to see Buster pedalling beside the taxi with his bike.

"Oh, my..." She says in awe.
"Yeah, hi. It's me again." He says, out of breath from keeping up with the taxi.
"I'll call you back." She says ending the call.
"Are you out of your mind?" She yells at Buster.
"When are you holding auditions?" He asks, ignoring her question.
"Tomorrow." She stammers. "But there is no way you'll..." She tries to dissolve the issue.
"Uh, listen, it..." He starts but is cut off by a car honking next to him.

"Get out of the road, ya idiot!" The driver yells.
"Hey, do you mind? I'm in a meeting here." He replies, the driver zooms off in a huff.
"Could-could you at least give us a chance to try out for your boss?" Buster asks.
"Driver, could you please lose this maniac?" She says rolling up the window, completely done with the absurdity of this situation.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second. No, no, no, no!" He screamed as the bike was headed straight for the canal. He climbed out, completely drenched a trudged back to the theatre, cold, wet and completely disheartened.

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm

I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever

I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open

This boy's too young to be singing

The blues

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

"Mr. Moon?" Nana called out.

So goodbye, yellow brick road

Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse

I'm going back to my plow

Back to the howling old owl in the woods

Hunting the horny-back toad...

Nana cuts off the music with her fan to find Buster sulking under his desk, staring at his photograph him and his dad when he first opened the theatre.

"Oh, for heaven's sake." She says.
"What can I say, Nana? I'm a failure." He sighs dejectedly.
"Oh, poppycock." She says, dismissing him.
"I was reaching too high." He says.
"Honestly, one negative comment, and it's all, "Woe is me." She places the back of hand against her forehead, feigning dismay.
"Nana, come on. She said I'm not good enough. I mean, heck, I've just been told that my destiny, all of my hopes and dreams, uh, they all end right here." He says, utterly discouraged and frustrated.
"Well, what did you expect? That she would drop to her knees and declare you a genius? Roll out the red carpet for the great Buster Moon!" She tone dripping with sarcasm.
"She-she ran me off the road into a canal!" He exclaimed.
"Well, you're still in one piece, aren't you?"She replies.
"Well, yeah, but..." He says reluctantly.
"Well, anyone who dares set out to follow their dreams is bound to face a lot worse than a dip in the canal." She refutes.
"Ah, Hobbs. I found him. Uh, bring the car round, will you? There's a good chap." She says to her butler.
"I-I... I just thought she'd at least see we deserved a shot." He tries to reason.
"Never mind what this person you don't even know said. Do you think you're good enough?" She asks.
"Of course, but..."
"Then you must fight for what you believe in. Guts, stamina, faith. These are the things you need now, and without them... Well, maybe that scout was right. Maybe you're not good enough." She says adamantly as she leaves the room. She looks back through the door to see if her speech affected him and then leaves the theatre.