A/n: Hey my dudes! Before I get into the story I just wanted to thank you all for 10K and all of the votes and comments. It means a lot to me. Also I went back and read my older Johnny x readers and cRINGE! I might go back and edit them a bit, I don't know what my past eight-grade self was thinking... ugh. Anyways, I'll (finally) introduce you to the next chapter.

Word count- 1889 words

Enjoy~

Your POV

Now that the show was over and the Theater had been destroyed I didn't have anything to do. I was used to being home, alone, though. Still, I wasn't that sad, and instead I was still amazed and proud with myself. Proud of myself for being part of the show. For the first time ever I found myself willingly walking up to my mirror, looking at the person that looked back at me. While I didn't necessarily like what I saw, I found myself being able to tolerate it.

'You did that,' I'd think. 'You sung in front of all of those people and they loved it.'

A few times I found myself smiling as I stared up at the ceiling thinking about that night. If I tried hard enough I could practically feel the excitement in the air of the audience. If I tried hard enough I could hear their loud shouting and cheering—cheering me on. If I tried hard enough I could feel the happiness that swirled inside of me—feel the smile I held on my face—feel the moment that when I looked into the crowd, I felt welcomed, accepted, wanted. And even if it only lasted for a few short moments I wished for it again.

To feel wanted again.

But that couldn't happen, not when there wasn't any Theater anymore. And what's the chance they would even want me back anyway?

My phone suddenly rang from my nightstand. I knew it was Eddie; who else would be calling me?

"Hello?" I said.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, and I had to pull the phone away from my face.

"Okay, first, ow. And second, what do you need to tell me?"

"Where are you?"

"Umm, at home?" I said, wondering where he thought I was.

"So you haven't heard?"

"Haven't heard what?"

"The new theater."

"What new theater?"

"They're rebuilding the Moon Theater, (n/n). Nana bought the lot. She's gonna pay for the New Moon Theater!"

I knew that my Nana was rich, but I was still surprised to hear that she would offer to pay for the construction of the theater. She must have have been really moved by the performance.

Did she love my act?

Of course she didn't know it was me, though. I bet if she did she would hate it. She's made it clear to me that I wasn't her grandchild. My mom has always told me that's how Nana was, that she didn't like Eddie very much either—she didn't even try to sugarcoat it. That's just how Nana is.

I didn't care where the money came from though; they were rebuilding the Theater!

"That's amazing!" I said.

"I know right!" He agreed. "The grand opening is two weeks from tomorrow, and Buster has already asked for you to be there."

My stomach suddenly dropped. He wanted me to be there? "M-me?"

"Yes, you were part of the show. I don't think he'll take no for an answer."

The thought of being in front of all of those people—on live TV for everyone to see, it made me feel sick. What if they found out who I was: the singer with the black hood. Would they still want to hear me sing... no. But if Buster really did want me to be there, I would do it.

"He'd probably allow you to watch from somewhere hidden. I bet you're already worrying about that."

He read my mind, but I wasn't surprised, he had known me and all of my anxious thoughts and tendencies for as long as I can remember. "Thanks, Eddie," I said.

"Yeah, no problem. So, tell him you'll be there?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Okay, good. See ya later then." He hung up.

I fell backwards onto my bed, bouncing a bit on the soft mattress. My fingers dug into my soft blanket as I thought about how many people that were going to be there. 'You can do this,' I told myself. 'If all goes well no one will even know you're there.' But then a different thought came into my mind—a question.

Do they want me back, for good?—Like do they want me to sing again, in another show?

I wished for it to be true, to be able to go out on that stage again. I felt so strong when I was out there singing my heart out. I felt like a warrior, my armor my black hood and cape.

I just want to feel that way again.

* * *

It was the morning of the New Moon Theaters grand opening. I nervously got ready, but I was excited as well, I couldn't wait to see everyone again, except Mike... I've accepted that I really do enjoy all of their presences. I don't feel harshly judged when I'm around them, and that's all I ever wanted. Still, I don't want to become dependent on them, because they obviously don't want to be that close to me.

I couldn't help but wish, though.

I found myself dressing up more than I normally would. Usually I'd just wear some leggings or sweatpants, but today I put on one of my few pairs of jeans. The pair I wore were a medium colored blue, with a rip over either knee. I don't know why I bought them since they showed skin, but I did it anyway since I liked the style. With that I wore a medium gray tank top, a black/white flannel open to see the tank top, and a pair of boots. I didn't do anything fancy with my hair, but I made sure it was properly brushed.

I left my room, shutting the door behind me. I didn't bother telling my parents where I was going since they already knew about the Theater. As I walked down the hall I saw my reflection out of the corner of my eye in the large mirror we have. Usually I'd walk by it as fast as I could, not wanting to see the person that looked back, but for some reason I stopped and looked.

And for the first time ever I thought I looked the smallest bit pretty.

* * *

It didn't take long to get to the Theater, since I always take shortcuts through alleys and parking lots, trying to avoid people best as I could. I wasn't prepared for what I saw, though.

The new building was beautiful. It looked so modern and elegant yet funky and unique. Colorful squids swam in tanks built into the front wall. My jaw dropped but then I quickly smiled at the sight. The outside looked just as magical as how it felt to be in the theater—at least the old one. And I couldn't wait to go inside this one.

"(Y/n), come on!" I heard Eddie yell happily from the doors. I must have stopped walking when I saw it, so I continued my journey, making my way up the steps.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow, is right," Buster said, meeting me and Eddie by the doors. "How ya doin' kid? It's nice to see you."

'He couldn't mean that...'

"I'm doing good. This place is amazing."

"Isn't it? Your nana really did something great. Now, let's go inside. Everyone has been waiting for you."

'He couldn't mean that either...'

But when we walked inside and everyone turned to see me they all smiled, and their smiles actually reached their eyes. There was one smile I didn't see though, and that was Mike's. "Where's Mike?" I asked.

"He contacted me and said he doesn't want to be a part of the Theater anymore," Buster said.

"Oh," I said, almost sounding like I cared, which I didn't.

"It's all right, we still have the six of you, and that's enough."

For a moment it didn't cross my mind, but then—Rosita, Gunter, Ash, Meena, Johnny... me...

"Six?" I asked. "Don't you mean five?"

"You're the sixth," Eddie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You want me, again?"

Buster nodded. "Of course! You're an amazing singer and the fans love you."

I still had doubts. He must have seen the look on my face that said 'no way, not in a million years', because he said, "You'll see when they get here soon."

That terrified me. Where was I going to go? What was I supposed to do?

"You don't need to make an appearance," Rosita said. "I know that people are trying to find out who the 'mystery singer' is."

"Yes," Buster butted in. "You can just listen, all right."

Why were they so nice to me?

"Okay," I said. "I'd like that."

"Okay, well, you might want to find somewhere to go, cuz they're almost here," Meena said, pointing down the street.

There were so many of them. Reporters, fans, and in the lead was my Nana's car. I looked around, trying to find a spot to hide. A hand pressed to my back and I almost jumped at the almost-foreign feeling. I was going to look back but I was more focused on getting out of sight. They ushered me over to one of the large pillars in the entrance. Only after I got behind it I turned to see who is was; it was Johnny.

"Just hold tight, all right," He said with a smile. I nodded and he ran back to everyone else, just in time for everyone else to start filing in.

"Everyone is gathering here today for the grand opening of the New Moon Theater," I heard the reporter say. "Crowds are starting to form outside to see the ribbon cut."

It wasn't long before Buster cut the ribbon, the rest of the team along side him as they no doubly took a photo. I almost wished I was up there with them, almost...

"When can we expect another show?" The reporter asked.

"Within the month! We have big plans for this place."

"Who will be singing this time around?"

"If my team from the singing audition are willing to sing for me again, it will be them."

"There you have it, folks. We'll just have to wait and see if the original cast makes a comeback, and will this include the mystery singer, who fans have been calling 'The Black Hood'? And will we figure out who this mysterious beauty is?"

It took a moment for me to digest what I was hearing. I had fans? I had a name? They wanted me back. I felt a strong sense of direction and purpose, and I knew the Black Hood would be making another appearance.

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A/n: I hope you liked it! I hope to be back soon.

See ya next time, my dudes.

~Becca