A/n: Hey my dudes! Here is another chapter. Thank you to all who left song ideas on the last chapter. There is still more time before I choose a song, so if you want to leave a suggestion I am still taking them :)

Word count- 1800 words

Enjoy~

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Your POV

Hours later we were all hanging out in Buster's room. Him and Gunter were working on the show, Ash was sitting nearby strumming her guitar, and the rest of us were chatting.

The doorbell rang and all of Rosita's kids came bursting through the door.

"Oh, my darlings, you're here," Rosita said as she gave some of them hugs. The others begin to crawl all over the rest of us, even me, who they been comfortable with when Rosita introduced me as her friend months ago.

"I wasn't expecting you 'till the morning," She said.

"I know," Normon said, "but they couldn't wait to see you. The star of the show, huh?"

"Can you believe it?—It's literally my dream come true."

They continued to talk to one another as the kids ran around the room chaotically.

"Mr. Moon, I found him!" Miss Crawley said, heard even through the loud sounds.

"Clay Calloway?" He asked.

"Yeah. I found his home address!"

Buster and Ash ran over to them.

I looked over at Johnny, who was still being tackled by a few piglets. "I guess his luck hasn't run out after all."

"He's still gotta convince him to do the show though, don't he?"

"Yeah, I suppose. But he's stubborn, he'll find a way."

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I was in the dressing room with Meena and Rosita when Johnny came running into the room, still breathing heavily from dance practice.

"That bloke absolutely hates me," He huffed angrily.

"Hang in there, Johnny. The first week's always rough," Rosita said.

The dog who was taking my measurements finished, and she pulled away the tape measure and took a step back.

"He's probably just an angry guy," I added. "Don't take it personally."

"Yeah, you guys are probably right." He sat down and took a deep breath.

"Meena, come and meet your partner," Buster said.

"Oh, my gosh, he's here?" She asked timidly.

"Yep. He's called Darius. Won a ton of awards. And I think you guys are gonna have great chemistry."

Buster led her off to go meet this partner of hers.

I looked over to Johnny. "Poor Meena. She's going to hate this."

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Later on, we were on set waiting for our next directions. I was standing next to Johnny, who was leaning against the foam pit.

"Are you nervous for the show at all, Johnny?" I asked.

"No, not really. It's going to be great."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know. It's just..." I trailed off.

"I thought you had gotten over your stage fright."

"No, it's not that! I'm totally fine preforming now. There's just going to be so many people, and I feel like the workers have been looking at me all funny." I wrapped my arms around myself, as if it would shield by body away from everything. "It's making it hard to want to practice."

"Don't let them get to you. Besides, remember when you said that my choreographer is just a grumpy  man. These guys seem pretty grumpy all the time too."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem. And I mean it when I say you're gonna be awesome."

"You too," I said quickly, trying to make myself not blush. "You're going to be a warrior in a battle scene, how cool is that?"

"Moon!" I heard a sharp voice shout. I turned around to see Mr. Crystal, whose eyes caused me to flinch. "Your set designs are a disgrace!"

"What?" Buster said timidly.

Crystal then broke into laugher. I'm just messing with you. Where's your sense of humor, huh?" He reached out and pet Buster on the head, ruffling his ears.

Buster laughed nervously. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"When is Calloway going to be here? Where is he?"

"Uh... well... I'm not expecting Clay on set just yet."

"Mr. Moon!" A worker yelled from the top of the jumping tower, turning Crystal's attention away from Buster and up to the sky. I watched Buster sigh in relief. "We're ready on the tower!"

"Oh, okay." He turned back to Crystal. "We gotta rehearse, Mr. Crystal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You go and do your rehearsing thing."

"Playback!" Buster said.

The frog at the sound station started the music.

I leaned in closer to Johnny and whispered, "Crystal gives me the creeps."

"Yeah, me too," He whispered back.

"I feel like he could secretly be one of those crazy big-league men who kill people who oppose him or make him look bad," I said jokingly. "Seriously, though, I'm really hoping Ms. Crawley can convince Clay Calloway to be in our show."

Rosita's singing came through the microphones, so we all turned to watch.

If you want it
Take it
I should have said it before
Tried to hide it
Fake it
I can't pretend anymore

This was the part where Rosita was supposed to jump, but nothing happened.

"Mr. Moon, I think Rosita's having, like, a total freak-out up here," Gunter said from the top of the tower.

"Hey, Moon, you really think the mommy pig's gonna pull this off?" Crystal said as he examined a muffin.

"Mommy pig?" Norman said grumpily.

"Absolutely, sir! Believe me, there's nothing Rosita can't do!" Buster said as he ran to the lift.

"Good, because this show better be a success, or else." Crystal left.

As soon as Rosita and Buster got to solid ground he turned to her. "How are you doing?"

"A little bit shaky, but I'm okay."

"You know, uh... Look maybe this is for the best, huh? I mean, you really were scared up there."

"Right." She frowned.

"Maybe you can switch with (y/n)."

My eyebrows raised in surprise. "Me?"

"Yeah," Buster said. "You jumped at your show before."

"Yeah, I mean, I can do it again." It was true. I was not afraid of heights, and I had done a stunt just like this already. What I was worried about though, was being the lead role in front of thousands and thousands of people. This new place scared me. The people like Crystal scared me.

"Perfect. Sorry, Rosita, really," He said.

"It's okay. (Y/n) will be good at it too. It's for the best."

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Hours later I was in my room waiting for Johnny. He suggested that we could get some room service together from the restaurant because the food was phenomenal, and I had yet to try it. Johnny said he would be gone for about an hour at practice, so when more than two had passed, I began to grow confused and anxious.

I made my way through the hotel and to the stage, taking the long way because it wasn't as busy. I went down many floors of staircases until I could walk down the halls to the practice rooms. The only room that was occupied was Johnny's practice room. Creeping a bit closer, I could see Johnny in the middle of a ring of dancers, who were slamming their sticks in the ground in a synchronized manner.

I watched as Johnny fell to the floor, and I cringed as he did so, as it looked painful. The choreographer stomped over to him angrily and said something that I couldn't hear.

They did this three more times, the angry, old dude getting angrier each time, until I watched what looked like a tantrum break loose. It went in for a minute before everyone started to leave, including a Johnny, who grabbed his bag and skateboard before sprinting out of the room.

He didn't see me standing about twenty feet from the door, and he kept running until he made it to an exit that led outside. I quickly followed after him.

I ran outside just in time to watch him throw his skateboard at the fire hydrant. It exploded into thousands of wooden splinters. He fell to his knees and looked at his hands, which were shaking profusely.

"Johnny," I said quietly, trying not to startle him.

He jumped slightly and turned to look at me. "(Y-y/n), I am—I am s-so sorry. I—" he gasped in between the words, which were tumbling out.

I got on my knees in front of him. "Focus on me, okay? Watch my finger." I stuck out my hand and slowly moved it around, watching his eyes focus on it and follow its motions. His breathing slowly came back to normal.

"Can you take a deep breath with me?" I suggested. We took a deep breath together.

"I...I've never felt like that before. You always know how to make me feel better."

"I used to get anxiety attacks like that all the time, I still do, sometimes."

"Just like that?"

I nodded. "Not as much anymore."

"If you do, let me know so I can try to help."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you, really."

I glanced at the skateboard behind him. He followed my eyes to where the remains laid. He sighed. "Man... that's been my skateboard for years now." He turned back to look at me. "Do you want to go with me to get a new one tomorrow morning?"

I could not help the nervous butterflies that erupted in my stomach. It almost sounded like he was asking me out on a date. I remembered that I had to be on set all day tomorrow. I had to start to learn Rosita's part, and we were falling behind schedule.

"Sorry, I wish I could, but I need to be on set all day tomorrow. I have a lot to learn."

He nodded. "It's okay."

"Are you still wanting to get room service?"

"I would but I'm exhausted and want to go straight to bed, sorry."

"No worries, I need rest too. Let's go back."

As we began to walk back to our rooms, I thought about what it would be like to have gone with him to get the skateboard. I felt some sort of relief. Whenever I was anxious I just wanted to hide—I wanted to run far, far away. But I felt a sense of disappointment as well. It was so confusing. I wanted to be with him but also wanted to run away at the same time.

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A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I should be back soon with the next one. If I start taking awhile feel free to send me a message to hurry up haha

See ya next time, my dudes!

~ B