A/n: Hey my dudes! Sorry it took so long to update. The entirety of October wasn't a good month for me... everything started to seem like it was falling apart, and I had one of the worst depressive episodes I've had in years. I've been better for a few weeks now, it just always takes me awhile to pick myself back up again. I finally had the will to write this, and it was really therapeutic, and I hope it's all right.

Also the chapter was really like—like 4000+ words, so I'm breaking it into two. I'll post the second part in a few days. :)

Word count- 2278 words

Enjoy~

Your POV

It was the day of the show. My nerves had been slowly building up in the coming weeks, but today they soared to an all-time-high. While nervous, I was greatly excited too; I just couldn't wait to get up on that stage and show everyone the hard work myself, and all of my friends, have done for months now.

Everyone else had been getting nervous lately too. We all just wanted to do our absolute best—nothing less. We had even put in a few early, early morning practices a few times.

The amount of time I had to spend with everyone was starting to show; I felt comfortable with everyone, which was something I thought I'd never experience. I was the closest with Johnny, not surprisingly, as we had made a routine of him either walking with me home, or giving me a ride in his old, worn truck. I considered him a friend, and while I knew he must too, or he wouldn't have spent so much time with me, it was still hard to believe that he would ever consider me a friend of his.

Still, it felt nice to have someone to confide in, and someone to be able to share stupid, funny or random things; I have never really had that before.

"Hey, (y/n)," Meena said, cracking the door to my dressing room so I could hear her, "Mr. Moon wants us all out soon to talk to us."

"Okay, thank you," I said.

I turned back to myself in the mirror.

It was odd to see myself in something like this: a black long sleeve shirt, the arms snug, and the perfect fit around my bust and waist; tight, black pants with a sheen, almost looking like faux-leather; and black, heeled combat boots. Everything fit so well, which usually wasn't the case, and something told me that they had been picked out and tailored specifically for me.

It was an odd feeling.

I knew they had made a brand new cape for me too, and it was waiting just outside. I couldn't wait to put it on and preform in it.

I exited the dressing room, my heels lightly thudding on the wood floor. Everyone was waiting for me, next to the cape, which was long and black, and constructed from beautiful material. Buster held something in his hands. He smiled at me.

"These are for you."

As I walked closer I could now see that he held black, silky gloves made from the same material as the cape.

"They're beautiful." I took them and gently put them on. They fit like, well, a glove—perfectly. "Thank you."

"No problem, kid."

I quickly glanced at everyone around me. We were all wearing all black, just as we had planned. It looked better all together than I imagined.

Rosita had a leather pencil skirt, a flowing blouse, and flats; Gunter had a leather body-suit, similar to the one he wore last time; Ash wore a long, loose leg romper, with a leather studded belt, and heeled combat boots like mine; Meena wore a flare dress with a leather bodice, and flats; and Johnny wore his leather jacket, a tee shirt, jeans, and black converse. Buster, Ms. Crawley and Eddie all wore black as well.

Buster started talking about how the show was going to go. We had done a dress rehearsal yesterday, so we knew how it would mostly go, but he filled us in on little details we didn't know. I wasn't listening properly though—I was too excited and nervous. I could feel my nerves tingling down my arms and to my concealed fingertips.

We all headed to behind the stage, knowing that we would start in just a few minutes. I sat down and bounced my leg in nervousness. I guess I had zoned out, because suddenly Johnny was at my side and speaking my name.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, you don't have to be nervous."

"I just want to do my best."

He nodded. "You'll do great though."

It wasn't the first time that Johnny had compliment me, but it still felt weird for him to do so. "Thank you."

"You... you look great by the way." I turned and stared at him with wide eyes, and my stomach dropped. "I-I mean the costume fits you well." I knew I had made him feel uncomfortable, that he would never compliment me ever again, which I wouldn't blame him. Truth was, I would be sad if he didn't, and I wouldn't have reacted so intensely if I wouldn't have been so surprised; no one has ever complimented my appearance before.

"Oh, thank you. You-you look nice too."

We didn't say anything after that, but it was okay, because Buster walked out on stage and began to speak to the crowd. Their applause at his appearance was tremendous. It sent another jolt through my stomach, wondering just how many people were out there.

"It's a full house," Eddie ran in and said, answering my question. "Every ticket—sold out!"

Everyone cheered, but quietly. I couldn't believe it... 1,000 were out there, waiting for us. 1,000.

Soon enough Buster exited the stage, and we all anxiously waited for the show to begin in just a few short moments. The lights dimmed—enough that we couldn't see—but I knew with all of the practices we've gone through, Rosita and Gunter were making their way to their spots just fine.

Still, with dozens of practiced times, the music still caught me off guard, and I jumped. I heard Johnny try to suppress a quiet chuckle. I would've blushed in embarrassment, but I was too busy watching Rosita and Gunter begin to dance to Bad Blood, by Taylor Swift.

A/n: I literally pick this song for them every time... I have no creativity. Also, since Shake it off was in the movie that implies that TS exists in the Sing Universe. So what animal do you think she would be?

They did a wonderful job—not that I expected any less from them. I knew the crowd was going to go crazy in applause for them, but nothing prepared me for the sound that filled the theater: the screams and chanting of 1,000 fans.

Rosita and Gunter ran to us. I had never seen them so excited.

"Rosita. Rosita!" Gunter cheered. "We did so well!" He picked her up in a hug and swung her around, making us all laugh.

As Buster went back onto stage to talk a bit about Ash, she made some last-minute preparations for her entrance; she smoothed back her quills and messed with her romper until it was how she wanted it.

"Good luck," Meena said.

"Yeah, break a leg," Johnny added.

"Thanks guys." Ash smiled at us all before making her way into the squid-lit stage.

It wasn't long before she was singing her new song.

A/n: Either pick one that fits better or I thought I Will Survive by Demi Lovato would be okay... I'm bad at finding songs.

I loved to hear Ash sing; I could feel how happy and proud she was to show everyone her songs and talent. I think everyone else could feel the emotion too. The crowd went wild once more.

As soon as Ash exited the stage we all rushed to congratulate her, and Buster began to speak to the crowd once more.

I turned a bit and watched as Johnny began to nervously play with his hands. I placed one of my hands in his but immediately drew it back when I realized what I was doing. I bit my lip before saying, "Hey, seriously, you have nothing to worry about."

He nodded. "I know, I know, it's just still..."

"I get it."

Buster said Johnny's name and the crowd cheered.

"That's your cue," Ash said.

Johnny nodded and smiled at me before making his way to the piano that Eddie had placed on the stage just moments prior. He took a seat. His shoulders rose as he took a deep breath, and they sunk quickly as soon as the music started, his fingers gently attacking the keys.

He sung the song All of me beautifully, just as he had been doing for the past few weeks now. Ash showed emotion when she sung, but it didn't give the same feeling as Johnny did. I felt as if I could feel his soul escaping with every word he sang.

I could tell the crowd felt is as well, because after he stopped they took a moment to start applauding. Johnny waved a few times before running off stage and into our small group.

"You did so good!" Gunter cried, probably loud enough for the crowd to hear, but we didn't care at all.

Meena was next. She slowly made her way into stage. I knew she would be fine once she started singing, but she was always extremely nervous beforehand. Her voice started soft and grew with confidence as the chorus of Hallelujah began.

By the middle of the song everyone had taken their phone out and waved it back and forth, their flashlights on, lighting up the whole theater. It was beautiful.

As soon as Meena exited the stage and the crowd cheered once more, I began to psych myself up. My heart began to race, and my hands got clammy, but I was beyond excited.

I felt someone grab my shoulder gently: it was Johnny. "Hey," he said. "You're gonna do great."

"I know." I said—which was totally unlike me—before putting my hood up and making my way onto stage, my heels thumping against the glass. The crowd was silent as I made my way to the microphone, the stage lights changing as I did so, to make sure my face would stay hidden.

I began to sing.

Do you ever feel like a misfit?
Everything inside you is dark and twisted
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
Can you hear the whispers all across the room?
You feel her eyes all over you like cheap perfume
You're beautiful, but misunderstood
So why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?
I can see ya, I know what you're feelin'
So let me tell you 'bout my little secret
I'm a little crazy underneath this
Underneath this
Do you ever feel like a misfit?
Everything inside you is dark and twisted
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
Do you ever feel like an outcast?
You don't have to fit into the format
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
Oh-so dressed so fancy like Sid and Nancy (yeah)
Walkin' Killer Queen, gotta keep 'em guessin'
So baby, come pass me a lighter, we're gonna leave 'em on fire
We're the sinners and the blessings
I can see ya, I know what you're feelin'
So let me tell you 'bout my little secret
I'm a little crazy underneath this
Underneath this, ooh
Do you ever feel like a misfit?
Everything inside you is dark and twisted
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
Do you ever feel like an outcast?
You don't have to fit into the format
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
You're king and you're queen
You're strong then you're weak
You're bound but so free
(Ah, ah, ah)
So come and join me
And call me Harley
And we'll make 'em scream
Do you ever feel like a misfit?
Everything inside you is dark and twisted
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)
Do you ever feel like an outcast?
You don't have to fit into the format
Oh, but it's okay to be different
'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)

The crowd exploded. Not literally, but when all of their noise was directed at me... it was deafening. I felt the same rush as last time and smiled brightly, even though I knew they couldn't see it. I ran off of stage and immediately everyone was up to me and congratulating my performance. In the excitement Johnny has ended up hugging me, but he pulled away quickly. "Sorry," He said.

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A/n: sorry that the chapter ended weird. There really wasn't a good spot to end it. Again, I'll post the second part soon.

See ya next time, my dudes!

~ Becca