There theatre was packed full of people far and wide from all across Ninjago. There was a roar of applause as the quartet took the stage, doing their usual routine. The brown-haired teen swayed to the tune, along with the rest of the crowd. He had seen this routine dozens of times on TV, but going to the concert physically was a whole new experience. So badly Dareth wanted to be a Royal Blacksmith; the tours, the limelight, the crowds, he wanted to experience it all. 'I'm gonna do it.' He thought to himself, a determined smirk forming on his face.

After the performance and applause, the group filed off stage to the back. "Good show tonight, guys." Lou smiled, patting one of his quartet members' backs. Under the surface, he had a deep concern. Everyone in the group knew the paperwork behind the performance wasn't filed properly, nor was the fee for using the stage pre-paid either. Undoing his tie, Lou sighed and walked over to the various cases of unorganized papers that were dragged along to every concert. He wasn't sure where to start with them- he had been doing this gig for a year now, and he didn't ever think of what goes into it. His father had never told him, and when he passed the team name down, he passed the responsibility down to him as well. Feeling stressed and overwhelmed at the sight of it all, he glanced back at the others, who were talking amongst themselves, and sighed. 'There has to be a way to do this..' Lou shook his head, heading over to the rest of his group.

"WAAAAAAIIIIT!" That snapped him out of thought. Before Lou could turn around, he was grabbed by the shoulders. Blue eyes stared back at him, the teen's face had a very dramatic worried look. "Please Please PLEASE let me be a Royal Backsmith!" Dareth shook him vigorously. He didn't plan to be so impulsive, but he couldn't help himself. Lou looked around awkwardly.
"N-no, you can't be a royal blacksmith, I already have a quartet-"
"AAAAH!- At least teach me how to dance and sing! I'll do anything! Please! I swear!" He proceeded to ramble on, listing off various things he could do for them.
"Anything? Even deal with that?" Lou cut him off and pointed toward the various cases, in which Dareth's gaze followed.
"Oh that?" He walked over, opening up a case to see the endless disorganized papers and contracts. "You want me to organize all of this?" Dareth sat down on his knees and started filing through papers, tossing them about and into piles. Lou took a seat next to him, watching him sift and throw paper about.

"Some of these were my father's-"
"Yeah, I know. Signatures and yellowing tell it all." Picking up one of the piles, he slowly began looking over the papers, taking out a notebook from the case and clicking a pen, scribbling down various dates. "My name is Dareth by the way. Your name is ahh–"
"Lou. Lou Brookstone. Ollie, Jeremy and Roger are the others."
"I was about to say that." Dareth threw his head back and gave the others a smirk before going back to the papers. "This shouldn't take too long, hopefully."
Lou watched him and listened. As time went on, Dareth had successfully organized the cluster of papers, writing down dates and logs in a notebook, and everything became very orderly. Bills were put into two folders, one labeled 'paid' and the other labeled 'pending'. As well as that, receipts and requests were also paired, dated, and tied off. The three cases of papers had been whittled down to one with room to spare. Fitting the notebook in last, Dareth gently closed the case, picking it up and handing it to Lou. He looked back in disbelief, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"There you go, Brookstone!- Oh narts," Dareth glanced at the clock, "I gotta get home."
"Wait, Dareth." Lou grabbed his arm before he could run off. "How would you like to be the official Royal Blacksmith Manager?" Dareth rose his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Y-You..Are you for real?! Aw man that would be an honor!" He sprang to his feet, laughing and bounding around.

"Easy there, next concert is in a few weeks, so you don't need to get so hyped up now." Lou got up, but his words were ignored. Dareth just about ran out the door, jumping up and clicking his heels.
"I Can't believe it! I'm working with the Royal Blacksmiths!"

Lou took his time, strolling down the street from the cinema. Staying after with Dareth had cost the rest of his quartet's patience, and they left an hour or so ago. He didn't expect anyone to wait for him anyway, Dareth too seemed keen on going home as soon as possible. He looked down at his black shoes that clicked with every step, watching them shine from the street-lamps. There was a roar of an engine that echoed in the night, getting louder as it approached. Lou looked over his shoulder at the motorist that putted beside him.
"Need a ride?" A familiar lazy voice chirped from the helmet. Lou stopped and shrugged, climbing on. Dareth handed him a helmet.
"I thought you were in a hurry to get home?" Lou asked, fitting the helmet on.
"I was, but aren't you too?" He sped up to the normal speed, engine rumbling as the wheels spun down the road. Chuckling, he added, "Hey, where do you live?"
"Just down Yang Avenue, 1413."
"1413? You mean that really fancy house? I know where that is, I pass by that every day to school." They took a right turn down an older road. Slowing to a stop, Dareth gazed upon the building, letting Lou off. Handing him the helmet, Lou began to head inside. "Guess I'll see you around, Brookstone!"
"Mhm." He waved back, Dareth driving off, and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door, he went inside and close it behind, taking off his shoes.

After a few turns down a different street, he found himself approaching his own house. Dismounting and killing the engine a block away, Dareth walked and parked his father's motorcycle in its usual spot in the back of the garage, facing the front end towards the garage door. Kicking the stand down, he gently placed the two helmets side-by-side on the bike's saddlebags before heading to the back side of the house. Jumping up, Dareth pulled himself through the open window to his room, gently closing it behind him. It was hitting midnight now, so he wasn't too worried about his mom being awake and hearing the commotion.
His room was very organized. Books and magazines all aligned in alphabetical order, bunk bed had both beds made, school paper and books neatly stacked on his desk next to his backpack, and not to forget the clean fish tank placed next to his closet door. Dareth proceeded to slip off his jacket, pulling off his shirt and tossing them both in the corner. Flopping on the lower bed, he sighed, chuckling and rubbing his face.
"I can't believe it…" He looked over at his fish, which gently swam through the water. "Oh- sorry little fellas, almost forgot-" getting up, Dareth took the small cylinder of name-brand fish-flakes and gently sprinkled some into the tank. Setting the container down, he flopped back down on his bed, watching the fish nibble and pounce at the food. 'Hum, I could go for some of that too,' he thought to himself while scratching his chest, 'I'll just have a bigger breakfast in the morning.'