Sing 2 (Johnny x OC)

Chapter 11

"Señorita" is playing over the speakers of the dressing room as Meena dreamily licks her ice cream cone.

I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya...

"Girl, that is your fourth today." The seamstress comments jovially. "I know, I know. But I can't stop. It's 'cause I really want to talk to him. But... but when I get close, I get nervous, so... so I just buy another ice cream." She says bashfully as the seamstress shakes her head.

It felt like ooh-la-la-la, yeah.
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Back at Clay's house, he is hammering in a sign to warn people about the electric fence as Buster floats around him, pestering him about the show.

"Uh, honestly, th-this is gonna be the greatest show I have ever made. Whoa!" Buster says as Clay throws the hammer right past him into the toolbox.

"And when you see the sets and the..." Buster continues to ramble as Clay reaches for hose.
"Turn on that tap for me."

"Tap? Uh, sure. So, anyway..." Buster tries to continue but as soon as he turns on the tap, he gets blasted with water and sent tumbling down the hill. "Whoa!"

"Oopsie-daisy." Clay chuckles in amusement. Ash the approaches Clay with two mugs in hand. "Moon, you okay?" She yells as in concern. "I'm okay!" He confirms.

She then hands one of the mugs over to Clay, to which he just looks at. "It's tea. You drink it."

Buster then comes running back up the hill, pant heavily. "I promise, this is going to be the most wonderful... I mean, fantastic show ever."

"Did you put honey in this?" Clay questions as he takes a sip of the tea. Disgust clear on his face.

"A-And the ending? Oh, boy. I mean, i-it's gonna end with you and your song..." Buster continues not getting the memo.

Clay groans in annoyance. "You don't want to do the show." Buster concludes nervously as Clay leans in menacingly.

"Besides, lost my singing voice, so..." Clay offhandedly comments. "Your voice sounds fine to me." Ash argues.

Ash thinks for a second, stirring her tea before speaking. "This... This is all because you lost your wife, isn't it?" Her voice lined with trepidation.

"Okay, girlie." Clay says, clearly aggravated. "We're not talking about my Ruby."

"Look, I know she inspired so many of your songs..." Ash starts but is swiftly interrupted. "All of my songs." Clay's voice heavy with emotion.

"Right. I... I can't imagine what it must be like to lose someone so special, but do you think this is what Ruby would've wanted for you? I mean, you out here on your own and never singing again?" As she rambles, Clay stops watering the flowers thinking for a moment.

"No, y-you don't understand. There's... there's no rock star living here anymore." He argues sounding defeated.

"Clay, you just need to play again. Your songs will bring you back. You can. You can reconnect with..." Ash tries to convince him.

"No, I can't!" Clay shouts as his frustration boils over. "I haven't even heard one of my songs in over 15 years. And for good reason." He takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"Ruby was everything." He says tenderly. "And I don't like honey in my tea." He adds on bitterly as he pours away the tea and drops the mug on the ground. He then leaves to go back inside the house.