Johnny Oneshots!

Her Fire

Rosita had just finished her rehearsal for her solo show. She noticed that Johnny was suppose to be practicing his act, but when she found him, he was out of it. In a hypnotic daze, again.

"Johnny are you okay," Rosita, being a mother of 25, asked in concern of the younger performer. "You seem to be in a constant daze these last few days haven't you?"

"I'm fine Rosita," Johnny scratched his head. "I don't know what happens to me, it's like I'm trying to remember some sort of old memory..."

"Do you know what starts these flashbacks?"

"Nuth'n really," he blushed before continuing. "Actually it's when you've been dancing solo. I don't know, something about the way you do it makes me go into a sort of trance. I swear it isn't anything... bad."

"I'd never think that Johnny. Maybe what you need is to go home and look through some old stuff, see if it triggers something. I don't want you to literally break a leg or forget anything when it's your turn," she gave him a reassuring smile. "Okay."

"Thanks Rosita!" He started to take off home. "Good luck in your show tomorrow."

"No problem Johnny," Rosita waved back. 

What a sweet kid, she thought leaving. He reminds me of someone but can't out my--Oh! I forgot to pick up groceries!

~~~Johnny's House~~~~

The gorilla teen started rummaging through a box full of his younger days.  

"Hello," he picked up a white piece of paper. "What's this?"

His brown eyes widen in realization.

 I need to tell Rosita, he said jumping up, but then stopped. Maybe tomorrow when it's daylight... and the theater is actually open. 

His eyes scanned the slip of paper in his hand. He smiled to himself.

Who would have thought it'd be her of all the people, he jumped into bed. Small world we live in.

Ten Years Ago

A young pig, in her college year, was finishing up her work.

"All done Mr. Ford," she handed her report. "Exactly 500 pages."

"Rosita, I said 500 words," Mr. Ford sighed. "Now I have to read these 500 pages on... Salsa?"

"Actually it's all on International Latin dance moves!" Rosita started to turning the pages. "See if you turn to page 357 you'll see Reggaeton. Rumba--

"Thank you Rosita," Mr. Ford  said. "Leave it on the table, I'll get to it when I do."

"Thank you Mr. Ford," the young spirited female pig rushed out of homeroom. "I promise I'll try not to overwork--Ah!"

She bumped into someone. 

"Sorry Rosita," the person she bumped into said. "I just needed to hurry and turn this report in."

"It's fine Norman," Rosita said dusting herself off.  "Just make sure you turn in that 500 word report in soon."

"Wait," Norman gave her serious look. "It's 500 words?" 

 "Yes Norman," she giggled. "How many words did you think he meant?"

"50... Gosh I'm going to have to come up with way more words." 

"Don't worry about it, he'll be too distracted by my 500 page to notice." 

"Five hundred page? Wow, Rosita you're amazing."