The stage was set. The orchestra started up their preparations, several band members tuning their instruments as the lights turned to the starry backdrop. The music began to climb in succession, a bedazzled woman slowly climbing her way up the mountain as her scarf flowed behind her. A beautiful voice rang out, strong enough to carry through the entirety of the theatre...

Once there was a way,

To get back homeward….

Once there was a way

To get back home

Sleep, pretty darling,

Do not cry.

And I will sing a lullaby….

Sonic was the most interested of his siblings, her older sister and younger brother each not too focused on anything. Then again, not much a baby can get into, nor a teenager that was just trying to spend the evening alone. He however, was eager to see above the balcony seat his mother had managed to hook for them. He sat up straight and was slowly picked up to be sat in his mom's lap, giggling softly before once again being entranced by the performance.

If you looked closely, you could see the exact moment where he full on fell in love with the theater. Dreams of being a fulltime hero and crime fighter were practically toast as his gaze followed the rabbit's movements, her tears sealing the performance, the way her hands ever so slightly shifted and dipped to go alongside with her notes…

Absolutely entrancing, he was intoxicated off of just her on stage, just seeing the performance in motion. His passion for the fine arts and this place fueled his life, up until present day time.

It has been a good few decades since then, Sonic the Hedgehog going on to now own the Green Zone theatre. Many have called him crazy, some saying maybe he was a bit short of a couple brain cells, but he simply laughed in their face and pressed on. His name would go down in history. Him. Sonic the-

"Hedgehog!" A loud, scraggly voice made him jump out from his skin, quick to press a gloved hand over his chest to ensure his pulse was still going strong. A young adult by the name of Blaze came into the room, slowly stirring a cup of tea she prepared.

"You have a number of Mobians wishing to talk to you, Mr. Hedgehog." Her voice was cool and collected despite several bangs sounding from the outside stage door, leaning against the desk that the man was still sitting behind.

"I do?... Damn, I really do." It only took a few seconds for him to speed to a window, peeking through the blinds. A small gathering of people were pounding at said door, likely upset that they were locked out.

"They were the stage crew from your last performance, something about their paychecks bounced." A soft sip and she let out a sigh, the warmth sending pleasant waves through her body.

And apparently weren't paid.

"Blaze, call the bank and please make sure they're paid ASAP!" He certainly looked stressed just hearing about this, his quills rising up as he dug through his drawers. Papers, pens, random gear that Tails left when he visited...

"Oh, Miss Veronica is actually on hold right now, sir." She almost rolled her eyes at his wince, setting the mug down to get a proper look at him. Her tail swirled behind her before coming to a rest, one ear giving a subtle flick to her irritation.

"What do I tell her this time."

"Umn… Shit, the time! Tell her that Sonic the Hedgehog is out to lunch!" He dug into his drawer for his briefcase before moving aside a rather large painting, slipping into the hole behind it and sprinting his way across the ceiling.

Several boards just about kept him from falling, the stage still set from their last performance as he later ran across it, and he was out the door in seconds. The widest grin was on his face as he took in a breath of fresh air.

After all, he wouldn't wanna be late for his meeting with his best friend. And cars took so long, so why not run?