"Doe Eyes & Puppy-Dog Pouts"
Double Take
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or any actors/actresses who portray them. I also do not own any songs used throughout story line- just this idea
Pairing: Ally Dawson/Austin Moon
Song(s) included: "Double Take" and "Break Down the Walls"- Austin & Ally (Ross Lynch)
+++Sonic Boom:
With Ally (and Austin and Dez)
"Thanks for shopping at Sonic Boom," Ally Dawson said, smiling at the customer. "Please, come again!" She waved lightly as he walked out, new violin strings in his possession.
Sighing, she ran her slim fingers through her chestnut locks, frowning when the lightly curled strands got tangled. Despite it being a year, she constantly forgot it was no longer straight.
Or colored for that matter, she mentally added, inwardly sighing in remorse. She used to adore dying her hair! However, that was no longer part of her life- she had to get used to that.
The sound of someone playing the drums caught her attention, and her back stiffened. While whoever was playing had a good beat, she couldn't allow anyone to play the drums- it was against store policy and her father would scold her if he found her slacking.
Closing her chocolate eyes briefly, she prepared herself for dealing with a customer who might just give her attitude- drummers were all the same, in her book.
"Excuse me," she said, staring at the blonde young man she found sitting behind the drum set. She caught his hands, now noticing the corndogs. "Did you not see the sign that said 'Please don't play the drums'?" She couldn't resist adding, "By the way, do you know how unsanitary it is to bang your corndogs against these drums? Not to mention how unhealthy corndogs are."
His blank expression said he hadn't listened to a word she said, and Ally sighed in exasperation.
Suddenly, he grinned, a very boyishly charming grin, she might add. "Nah, I just really like corndogs," he stated, taking a huge bite out of one to prove his point. He was kind enough to hold up the unbitten one. "Want a bite?"
Ally wrinkled her nose and shoved his hand away from her face. "No thanks."
A ginger haired young man, whom she just noticed, stopped videotaping his blonde friend. "Excuse me, miss," he said in a boastful, important voice, grinning. "But, this is Austin Moon. He's an upcoming Internet sensation and he'll need some instruments for the music video I'm shooting."
The blonde one -Austin –grinned and stood from the drum set. "Yeah, lots and lots of instruments." His hands rubbed together, like he couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
"And does this Internet-sensation-Austin-Moon have money?" Ally sweetly asked.
"Well, no," the ginger haired teen answered, but perked up immediately. "We were kind of hoping to take them now, then pay you back later."
Rolling her eyes, she made her way back to the register. She hoped they would just leave, but Austin followed, his hazel gaze glued to her form, like he knew her from somewhere but couldn't place it. Yeah, she wouldn't be surprised.
"What my friend, Dez, means is that I'll pay for everything after I make it big," Austin tried to reason, his tone turning persuasive. "So, what do you say?"
"Does it look like I was born yesterday?" she asked in a bored tone.
His gaze ran over her form, not in a perverse way but in an assessing way. "No," he answered, smiling, "You look my age. Are you?"
Ally narrowed her eyes, wondering what kind of game he was playing with her. "If you mean fifteen, then yeah, we're the same age," she slowly replied.
"Oh, sweet!" he exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "So, what else do you like? Do you like music? I mean, you work in a music store, so you must, right? What instruments do you-?"
She held up a hand, instantly stopping his chatter. "I'm going on break," she cautiously said, "So, don't follow me." With that, she passed the tall blonde and made her way upstairs to her private sanctuary.
Maybe that was rude of her, but music was a touchy subject. Yes, she loved it, but with her past, she didn't want much to do with it anymore, especially when it came to being in the spotlight. It's been a year, but she still couldn't bring herself to go back.
She wouldn't.
+++Sonic Boom:
Ally's Practice Room
Flipping through pages in her special songbook, she found what she was looking for and began working on the lyrics she'd written. Although she didn't plan on ever playing this song live, she adored the beat she could hear in her head whenever she came up with new words to add. It was up-beat and catchy.
Without her knowledge, she began singing the song out loud:
"They wanna know, know, know
Your name, name, name
They want the girl, girl, girl
With game, game, game
And when they look, look, look
Your way, way, way
You're gonna make, (make), make, (make)
Make 'em do a double take"
Unknown to Ally, Austin had walked into the room upon hearing the song. "You know," he commented, causing the chestnut haired girl to startle slightly in her seat. "That's a very catchy song." He grinned boyishly, rightfully impressed. "You should totally sing it live, Ally-D."
"Yeah, right," she scoffed, going back to looking at her journal. She froze suddenly, her mind replaying what he said. Whipping in his direction, she gaped at him.
"Ha!" he exclaimed, expression lighting up in excitement. "I knew I saw you from somewhere before! You're Ally-D; one of the greatest Internet sensations in our generation." He frowned suddenly. "But, you disappeared from the music industry for a year now, right? Why?"
Austin didn't understand- this was Ally-D. She'd made her career at only age seven, but suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth at fifteen. He'd followed her amazing work, hoping to one day be as popular as she.
Now, he was getting his chance to finally meet and talk to her. Everyone had always assumed she'd left because she couldn't come up with any more original lyrics or because of some scandal. Austin had hoped she'd been looking for inspiration, but now it didn't look like she was coming back any time soon.
Ally closed her book, sighing. Standing, she straightened her dress and faced the boy who surprisingly recognized her. She would never admit to something warm in her chest blooming at the thought of a fan, but she was done with show business.
"I gave up that life," she said simply, "It just wasn't for me anymore. End of story." A frown tugged her lips downward as a thought occurred to her. "Didn't you see the sign that said 'Employees Only'?"
He shrugged casually. "Guess not," he replied.
"Well, what are you doing up here, then? This is my private work room."
Austin smiled. She didn't answer his questions to his satisfaction but he'll let that slide for now. Instead, he held up a harmonica. "I was hoping to buy this with a discount because it was in an old lady?"
Didn't he realize how wrong that question sounded?
Ally gave said instrument a disgusted look. "I'm afraid to ask what you mean by that," she stated, shuddering. "You know what? Just go talk to my dad about that. I so don't wanna touch that thing."
"It only has a little bit of old lady spit in it," he said in defense. To prove his point, he blew into it, but ended up spraying Ally in the face with said spit. "Oops." He winced but had to suppress a smile at the same time.
In answer, she pointed at the door. "Out."
Austin didn't need to be told twice. He bolted out the door while Ally slammed it closed behind his retreating figure.
+++Sonic Boom:
Two Days Later
"Guess who got a job at Cupcake City?" Trish called out, her voice perky as she caught sight of Ally, her best friend.
Ally turned to smile at her friend, but rolled her eyes at the cupcake Trish held in one hand. "Trish, you know there's no eating in the store." Eying the sweet treat, she snatched it when the Latina was close enough. "But, I'll just take it off your hands. I'm starving!"
As she took a bite, she only half listened as her shorter friend continued to talk.
"Yeah, they let us have all the rejects. I dropped that one on the floor."
Ally stopping eating, her upper lip covered in white icing. Looking down in disgust, she threw the cupcake into the garbage. "Well, I guess that's what I get for breaking the rules," she commented in a self-depicting manner, wiping the frosting off.
Trish laughed sheepishly. "Well, anyway, what have you been doing? Written any new songs?"
Outside of her immediate family, Trish was the only one Ally had trusted with her secret of being an Internet sensation. Everyone else from that life were gone- not that Ally ever wanted to see them again, not anytime soon.
Ally smiled. "Well, yeah, but it's not like anyone is going to hear it," she said, "Except you, anyway."
"Break it out," her friend encouraged, waving a hand, "I wanna see it now. The store isn't busy, and I'm sure your dad can handle any customers."
"Well, okay then." The brunette led the way into her private practice room, where she kept her secret songbook. "Can you turn on the recording machine? I think it still works, but you know how old that thing is."
"Sure thing." Trish twisted some knobs before the board lit up. "Done."
Ally took her place at the old microphone she'd been using for as long as she could remember. She loved the thing dearly, but she needed a new one soon, despite only performing for Trish.
Taking a breath, her eyes scanned over the lyrics she'd written before opening her mouth to start.
Ally:
"Flip a switch
Turn up the lightning
Get it right
Show 'em how it's done
Free it up
No matter how you dress that song
Girl you know you got a number one
Go with it
You got 'em where you want 'em
Drop the beat
They need to hear your sound
Play it up
It's coming down to you right now
They wanna know know know
Your name name name
They want the girl girl girl"
Halfway through her song, Trish frowned. The Latina knew she'd heard this song before, but she couldn't quite place where. Why did it sound familiar?
"With game game game
And when they look look look
Your way way way
Your gonna make (make) make (make) make
Make 'em do a double take
They wanna know know know
Your name name name
They want the girl girl girl
With game game game
And when they look look look
Your way way way
Your gonna make (make) make (make) make
Make 'em do a double take
What up?"
Ally finished, grinning proudly at making another song that could make it big; another Ally-D original. Although no one outside this room would ever hear it, she was just glad she could still make music her own way.
"Well, what do you think?" she eagerly asked her best friend, eyes staring hopefully. What she didn't expect was the horrified expression on Trish's face, and Ally frowned in misery. "Was it that bad?"
The Latina snapped out of her thoughts, and her eyes widened in panic at the dejected look on the brunette's face. "No, Ally, no!" she exclaimed, her hands beginning to wave frantically. "You got it all wrong- I've heard that song before!"
Ally cocked her head to the side, confused. "Before?" she repeated. "But, that's not possible- I only finished this song a couple days ago. Where did you hear it?"
"On the Internet." Trish began digging through her pockets to find her cell phone, knowing she could catch the Wi-Fi connection from the store.
"The Internet?" she questioned in surprise.
"Yeah, the Internet," the shorter girl answered, looking at her friend like she was slow. "You know, the place where people look up stuff and-"
Ally held up a hand. "I know what the Internet is. Just show me where you heard my song."
When Trish finally found the website, she and Ally watched it together. The latter couldn't believe it was that blonde boy she'd met a few days ago- Austin Moon, she thought his name was. She watched with disbelieving eyes as he performed her song, the special effects definitely making people do a 'double take'.
By the views alone, Ally wouldn't be surprised if he became an overnight sensation; just like she was back when she still craved being in the spotlight.
"He stole my song," she breathed out, stunned. Her eyes narrowed suddenly; her fists clenched at her side tightly. "I'm gonna kill him!"
+++Sonic Boom:
The Next Day
"Guess who got a job at the magic shop?" Trish's voice rang out in her usual greeting, and Ally glanced up to see the short Latina wearing a magician's costume- cape and all.
"What happened to Cupcake City?" Ally asked curiously.
"Apparently, part of the job is to actually be there," was the semi-incredulous response, but Trish quickly changed the subject onto why she was there. "Anyway, I got the directions to that guy's house. You ready to confront him?"
The grin on her friend's face was positively evil, and the brunette could feel the same expression curving her lips up as well.
"Yeah, let's get this guy."
As Ally walked passed Trish to exit the store, the shorter girl accidently put her hand against Ally's shoulder, causing the brunette to jerk and spasm, like she was being electrocuted.
"Oops, sorry," Trish sheepishly said, wincing apologetically at Ally, who turned to glare at her. She held up the offending digit, explaining, "Magic Shock Finger."
Ally huffed and rolled her eyes before continuing to walk, but making sure she didn't come into contact with Trish again. "Let's just hurry up."
+++Moon Household:
Austin's Room
The blonde teen who didn't know his doom was on the way, meanwhile, was jogging in place, working up a sweat.
"Faster, faster!" Dez called out like a drill sergeant, his eyes focused on the stopwatch in his hand. "Slower, slower- faster, faster! Pick up those knees, Moon!"
Austin blew out a gusty breath, hoping this would be over soon, but he knew he would do anything to keep his new star-status.
Suddenly, his door burst open, and both boys whipped around to see who it was that would disturb them so abruptly (and rudely, they might add).
"Hey, it's Ally from the music store!" Dez cheerfully announced, grinning at the petite brunette, who was quickly followed by the short Latina.
Ignoring the ginger haired boy, Ally immediately rounded her fury on Austin, who quickly took a step back upon seeing her enraged expression.
"You," she hissed out, eyes flashing, "You stole my song!"
His hazel-brown eyes widened comically. "What?" he squeaked out, "I don't know what you're talking about!" Although, it did explain a lot; he'd never been able to write songs to save his life. But seriously? Had he stolen someone else's song? And without even realizing it?
"Double Take," she said mockingly, narrowing her eyes into angered slits.
"T-That was y-your song?" he squeaked out again, backing up as she advanced until his back came into contact with his desk, thus knocking over the plastic bottles on them.
"What in the world is that?" Trish asked, hands gesturing at said bottles. She couldn't help but ask- boys and their toys and all that.
Dez broke in, seeing as how Austin had to deal with an angry brunette shorter than him. "We're making 'Austin' perfume, seeing as how he's so popular now," he boasted. He grabbed up a bottle and showed it off to the two girls. "We're using Austin's sweat as a base. Wanna try some?"
Before she could answer or stop him, the ginger haired teen sprayed Trish with the unfinished product twice. Her eyes closed as she tried to haul in all her rage.
Instead, all she snapped out was, "I don't like you."
Ally turned back to Austin, who slammed himself back against the desk again in sheer nerves. "The only reason you're popular is because you stole my song," she reiterated, pointing an accusing finger at the blonde. "Correct this now, and tell everyone that you didn't write that song."
As much as he wanted to, Austin couldn't. His frustration clearly showed itself on his face as he threw his hands up and actually walked past the Sonic Boom employee. "I can't do that," he claimed, ripping the headband from his head off and throwing it down. "If I do, people will know I'm a fake and I won't be any closer to my dream of being a musician. I'm sorry."
He instantly thought of something, and he held his pointer finger up in a thinking pose. "Oh, how about I give you anything you want and, in exchange, you give me your song?" It seemed fair to him, but he hoped she thought the same.
Ally wrapped her arms around her own waist, trying very hard not to laugh at his absurd solution. "You're going to buy me off?"
"No, no," he quickly said, "Think of it as a trade-off. I give you something you want, and I get something I want."
Her response was immediate. "No."
"Oh," Dez exclaimed, snapping his fingers. He opened Austin's closet, and suggested, "How about a life-size chocolate statue of Austin?" He brought the gold-foiled treat out, and both he and Austin presented it like it was a prize.
"No."
Austin was beginning to feel desperate. "Look, I'm really sorry about stealing your song- I didn't know I even stole it!"
Ally was becoming tired of this. Austin made it more than obvious he wasn't going to let this go, so what should she do? Gritting her teeth, she did the only she could- walk away.
"This is not over," was her last warning before she stormed out of the bedroom. "Trish, come on."
Trish made to follow but Dez stopped her. "Hey, maybe Ally will want a foam machine?" His perky suggestion was followed by a demonstration of the Austin-shaped foam machine, which squirted Trish's front, thus ruining her outfit.
Growling, the short Latina used her magic Shock Finger on Dez. She watched in glee as he jerked and withered, but was disappointed when he started laughing and cheering over being electrocuted.
"Trish!" Ally practically roared from downstairs, and Trish beat a hasty retreat. She knew better than to cross the brunette when she was in a bad mood; she almost felt sorry for Austin and what was to come next.
Almost.
+++Sonic Boom:
Ally's Practice Room
Ally paced the floor with her built up agitation, her hands clasped behind her back as she thought about what to do with Austin Moon. Having been friends with Trish for so long, the brunette was sure she could come up with a plan of revenge to humiliate him or something.
Trish, who was playing with her phone, suddenly broke the silence. "It says here that Austin will be performing at The Helen Show later today. Should we crash it and expose him for the fake he is?"
The Helen Show. Well, that brought back some memories for Ally, though she wouldn't dare repeat them out loud.
Before she'd made it big as Ally-D, her father had started talking about how she would inherit Sonic Boom and would carry on the family store.
"But, daddy," a seven-year-old Ally Dawson complained, stopping her father from speaking. "I wanna be a musician!"
Her father laughed, gently patting her head in a cajoling manner she remembered disliking. "Now, now, Ally-Cat. The chances of you becoming a musician are a bazillion to one shot of making it. Just take over the store, okay? That's a more logical choice."
But, little Ally remembered not wanting to do the logical thing. Instead, she became an Internet sensation, and The Helen Show had been her first debut as a singer and songwriter; a musician.
Now, at fifteen years old, she had to deal with a cute blonde stealing her song in order to achieve his own ambitions. My, how things have changed.
However, stealing songs and cute boys only reminded Ally of why she'd quit the industry.
Eyes hardening, she finally answered Trish's question:
"Yeah, let's go pay the station a visit, Ally-D style."
+++The Helen Show:
With Ally and Trish
Getting into the TV studio was too easy, especially if you were Ally-D. After dressing in her 'Internet sensation' look, which consisted of ripped jeans, a neon colored tank top with zebra stripes, and matching low-heeled boots on her feet, all Ally needed to do was straighten her chestnut colored hair and she was ready.
After being gushed over by the front office security guard, she and Trish were one autograph away from confronting Austin Moon and his 'claim' to fame.
"So, what room is he in?" Ally asked curiously as the girls wandered around the large studio. Despite being on The Helen Show before, that had been almost ten years ago- it would be weird if they kept it in the same location, especially since the show was able to expand.
Trish pointed at a random door. "There, that one," she exclaimed, "It has to be the studio!"
When they barged in, mid-rant, Ally and Trish came to the startling conclusion that they had found the news room. The two anchors instantly recognized Ally, so begged for autographs, which encouraged the others on set to do the same.
"Thank you so much, Ally-D," one of the anchors said graciously, his smile so wide Ally had to wonder if his cheeks stung. "My teenage daughter is still such a huge fan of yours. She'll be so thrilled to hear you're coming back to show business."
"Uh, thanks," she awkwardly replied, not having the heart to tell him otherwise. "Would you happen to know where The Helen Show is being filmed? My friend, Austin Moon is supposed to be doing an interview there, and I want to support him."
She was surprised the lie flowed easily from between her lips, but she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, not in this moment.
The anchor smiled helpfully. "Just next door," he answered, pointing in the direction he meant.
"Great, thanks for all the help," Trish cut in, eagerly pushing Ally out the door to continue their search. "Well, that totally wasted our time. Do you think we'll be able to catch the ending of the show?"
Ally wasn't listening, however. What the male anchor had said kept ringing in her brain.
My teenage daughter is still such a huge fan of yours.
She'll be so thrilled to hear you're coming back to show business.
Was she really so missed by her fans?
+++The Helen Show:
With Austin
The blonde felt his smile freeze, panic beginning to expand in his chest. What? Another original song? Why had he boasted about having a ton of them?! He didn't even have a good line written!
Now, because of his lies, he was stuck. He could still admit that Ally had written the song, but he didn't want to come off as a fake, nor did he want to expose himself as a thief- even if he'd done the deed on accident!
"Um, another original song?" he questioned nervously, beginning to shift in his seat. Did the stage lights get hotter? Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead. "And you want me back on your show tomorrow for another performance?"
"Yes," Helen answered eagerly, grinning hugely. She turned back to the audience, adding, "You've heard it here, folks! Austin Moon has agreed to come back tomorrow to give us another amazing show! Isn't he great?"
While the audience went wild with excitement, Austin timidly waved at them. As his hazel eyes scanned the sea of people, his gaze connected with a sight he wasn't sure he'd ever see again.
Ally Dawson. But, not just any Ally Dawson- she was dressed as she did when she was Ally-D!
He couldn't stop the genuine grin that stretched across his face. Did this mean she was coming back from seclusion? Was she going to start performing again? He hoped so!
However, his grin turned back into a forced one. He still had to come up with another original song by tomorrow…
+++Sonic Boom:
With Austin and Ally
"Please, please, please!" Austin begged Ally as the two made their way further into her father's music store. "Please help me write another song. I need to perform another original tomorrow."
Ally stopped, her fingers playing with her straightened hair. "Look Austin," she said, "You made your own bed, so now you have to sleep in it. I'm not helping you anymore." Quite frankly, she couldn't think of a more fitting punishment- Austin being humiliated in front of thousands of fans.
His hands were spread in exasperation and confusion. "What are you talking about? I don't make my bed! It's as messy as I left it."
She rolled her chocolate eyes and continued trying to make her way upstairs to her personal practice room. Although she didn't get the revenge she'd wanted, she did take satisfaction from a panicking Austin Moon- the thief.
Austin's forlorn voice stopped her only a couple of steps up. "I guess my dad was right. He said I had a bazillion in one chance at making it. I just wanted to prove him wrong."
Ally slowly turned around to face him, the expression on her pretty features unreadable. "Your father said that?" she asked.
The cute blonde gave her a confused look. "Yeah. Why?"
Almost cautiously, she stepped down until she stood in front of him. Her eyes never leaving his gaze, she admitted, "My dad said the same thing."
Finally finding some common ground between them, he smiled a little unsurely. "But, you were so popular. People still talk about you!" Anyone would be able to hear the incredulous note in his tone; he just couldn't fathom the thought of someone thinking she wouldn't make it big.
She returned the smile with a sweet one of her own, and Austin could feel his heart beat quicken with an unknown emotion. "I guess I just wanted to prove him wrong, so I did." Her expression brightened further as inspiration struck her. "You know what? Let's do it! Let's make another song."
"Yes!" the blonde teen cheered in excitement. He went to hug Ally in gratitude, but paused when she stuck out her hand to shake. Reversing the action, they paused again when they couldn't match up with each other.
"It's okay," Ally sheepishly said, dismissing the hug/hand shake. Austin nodded in agreement, then led Ally up to her practice room to work.
+++Sonic Boom:
That Night
"Okay, so how about this?" Ally asked her blonde companion, her slim fingers tickling the piano keys as she hummed along with the melody.
Austin bobbed his head, grinning. He'd never thought his wildest dream would come true- to actually be sitting and creating a song with Ally-D. His heart was thumping so erratically, he was shocked she couldn't hear it.
"I like it, but how about trying to add this in somewhere?" His suggestion followed his own fingers gliding across his end of the piano, playing the musical notes he could see forming in his mind. He'd always been talented in playing instruments, just never lyrics that were... Well, good.
Ally nodded along, smiling. "Yeah, let's put that in. I like it!" Grabbing the sheet music, she added them to their forming song. "So far we got most of the music down, but we still need lyrics."
"That would be your department," he pointed out, turning to glance in her direction. "Got any ideas in that brilliant mind of yours?"
Grinning modestly, she replied shyly, "I may have one."
Austin grinned back. "Well then, get to writing!"
+++Austin and Ally:
Close to Midnight
Austin had fallen asleep on the counter while Ally had been writing lyrics down in her private songbook, so she decided to be nice and wake him up…
By banging some cymbals together. Oh, did she mention it would be pretty close to his ear?
Needless to say, she cracked up when she saw him startle awake and fall onto the ground with a yelp.
"That's what you get for falling asleep on me," she stated, laughing while putting the cymbals down carefully.
A second later, Ally was the one yelping as Austin started chasing her around the store, swearing vengeance in the form of tickle torture.
+++Austin and Ally:
Next Scene
After being tickled to the point of tears, the two went back to work. Ally decided to lean against the piano as she wrote in her book and Austin started playing different songs to keep them awake on said instrument.
The petite brunette couldn't help but watch the way his fingers easily slid across the keys; flawless with a certain poise she didn't normally see, except when she played, yet it wasn't the same. His fingers were able to hit the keys harder, thus making soft music turn into something alive.
The notes he played simply thrummed through her, almost like thunder entering her system- it was positively invigorating.
But, she'd never tell him that. Not yet, at least.
+++Austin and Ally:
After Midnight
Austin continued playing the song they had so far on the music sheets, but he couldn't think of what should come next and it was frustrating him.
Scribbling down another set of musical notes, he looked over his work before wrinkling his nose in distaste. No, that wouldn't do; this was an Ally-D song. It had to be perfect, like all her other work.
Crumpling the paper, he turned to see what said songstress was doing. She was sitting on the counter, songbook in hand and pencil scratching across the paper.
Glancing down at the paper ball he'd created, he suddenly threw it at her in hopes of hitting her to gain her attention.
No such luck- he really needed to work on his aim because that shot went wide. It did, however, catch her attention.
Ally turned sparkling chocolate eyes onto him, raising a brow to ask what he was doing. His only response was to grin cheekily while turning back to the piano. It would have worked, but he ended up sliding off the piano bench instead, thus landing on his butt.
Although she didn't say anything, he could tell she was suppressing a laugh. Not wanting her to notice the embarrassed flush to his cheeks, he sat Indian-style and kept his gaze locked on the tiled ground, hoping the floor would open up to swallow him.
However, that didn't stop the grin from curving his lips up. Sure, he embarrassed himself in front of someone he admired, but her smile was well worth it.
+++Austin and Ally:
Last Scene
The teen duo now sat side-by-side again, both their hands playing the piano and their heads bobbing to the beat they could both hear now in their heads.
Hitting the last note, they both sighed dreamily at their completed work.
"That was awesome!" Ally exclaimed, practically jumping to her feet in excitement. "You are gonna rock The Helen Show today!"
Austin enjoyed the way her doe-like eyes sparkled as she looked at him. He couldn't help the grin that touched his mouth as he replied, "Well, it's not like I did it by myself. This is all thanks to you, Ally." He smirked smugly as he added, "Oh, and it's we're, not me."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, clearly confused but not losing her smile.
The tall blonde grabbed her hand gently, his hazel-brown eyes staring at her intently. "This wouldn't even be happening if it weren't for you. I want you to come with me to The Helen Show."
"Really?" she asked, stunned. She was used to people just using her until they didn't need her anymore; she wasn't used to someone being so nice to her, not in this way at least.
Austin Moon was a guy she should get used to for firsts, it seemed.
Said blonde gave her a look that said he thought she was crazy for suggesting otherwise. "Of course. I wouldn't even be on The Helen Show if it weren't for you," he answered. "Now, come on, we better go and get ready. We have to be at the studio in about an hour."
Ally didn't protest when he kept a hold of her hand and began leading them out of Sonic Boom. The two were stalled, however, when Trish and Dez made an appearance.
"Did you guys finish in time?" Trish asked.
"Yeah, we finished with just enough time to get ready," Ally answered giddily.
Trish and Dez congratulated the two, and the former held out a giant mug that was red (Ally's favorite color) with orange lettering (Austin's favorite color).
Ally took the cup, the size and weight needing both of her hands to hold it securely. With a smile, she read what it said for Austin, "Congratulations, we knew you could do it! Aw, thanks, Trish and Dez."
"Yeah, thanks, guys," Austin added, liking how thoughtful their friends were, especially since he and Ally knew they didn't get along.
Dez held out another cup; this one a nice dark blue with white lettering. "Yeah, we got you this mug, too!" he said, grinning happily.
Austin took the first mug from Ally so she could grab the second one.
"Aw, you guys shouldn't have- Sorry! Better luck next time." The brunette gave her friends a dry look, as did Austin, "Really? You got us two mugs that say the opposite thing?"
Trish glared at Dez, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Well, we didn't want to assume, and you weren't supposed to see that one," she said in an annoyed tone directed at the ginger haired teen.
Austin cut in before an argument could break out between their friends. "We really need to get going if we're planning on making it in time. Let's go!"
The other three agreed and quickly made it out of Sonic Boom, all promising to meet outside of the studio building after they got ready.
Unknown to the blonde, a certain brunette couldn't help but let her gaze linger for a second longer on his taller form before she quickly turned away once more.
+++The Helen Show:
With Austin and Ally- Backstage
Ally affectionately ran her fingers gently over the piano's white and black keys, her gaze longing and tender as she remembered all the good memories she had concerning this particular instrument. Sure, she wasn't in the spotlight anymore, but that didn't mean her love for it had disappeared.
That was how Austin found her and he couldn't help the smile that curved his lips up. Based on her expression alone, he wasn't going to feel bad or guilty about what he planned to do next.
"Ally, we have a problem," he whisper-shouted, not wanting to disturb the current filming taking place behind the curtain they were hidden in back of. He made sure to put just the right amount of panic and agitation in his voice to further his act.
The petite brunette looked up quickly, her chocolate eyes concerned. "What, what's wrong, Austin?" she worriedly asked, taking a step closer to him.
He waved his hands around, stating, "The piano player is sick, so can't perform. We need someone to play for the song!"
"What?" she squeaked out, getting an idea of where this was headed.
Austin took her hand, staring deeply into her eyes. "You have to play the piano, Ally."
Before his request was even finished, she was shaking her head. "No, no, I can't. I told you- I'm not interested in the music industry anymore." Was it just her or was her tone lacking conviction when she said it this time?
He whipped out his secret weapon; the puppy-dog eyes. Hey, it was only fair. Ally had her sweet, doe-like eyes, why couldn't he have his puppy-dog pout? Maybe she wasn't aware she had such a look, but he sure did!
Ally instantly froze where she stood when she saw his pleadingly adorable look. She couldn't even squeeze her eyes closed; that cheater!
Sighing, she acquiesced, "Fine, fine. I'll play the piano, but the curtain has to stay closed."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the blonde exclaimed, happily bouncing where he stood. In all his excitement, he went to give Ally a hug but she held out a hand to shake. After a brief pause, they reversed their actions but stopped again.
"It's okay," the brunette said, waving a dismissive hand when they failed (again) at the hand shake/hug. "It's the thought that counts."
Austin grinned, "Yeah, totally. We'll get it eventually."
Helen's voice caught their attention, and they listened as she announced, "Next, after this commercial break, we'll have Internet sensation Austin Moon perform another original song for us! Stay tuned!"
Mentioned teen rubbed his hands eagerly together while Ally took a seat behind the piano to get ready.
"Good luck, Austin," she said, smiling at him.
Austin gave her one of his charmingly boyish grins. "With you, I don't need to worry about anything," he assured and, with a wink, disappeared.
Unknown to him, Ally's cheeks darkened to a pretty pink.
+++The Helen Show:
With Austin (and Ally)
Austin soaked up the roaring applause he received as he made his way on-stage. He grinned and waved, a microphone in hand.
"Hey, everyone," he greeted, "Thanks for coming out again to see me. I'm here to perform another song for you, Break Down the Walls. This song is special to me because it was written by my friend, Ally Dawson. She's also the one who wrote Double Take."
From behind the curtain, Ally smiled as she got the recognition she'd wanted. Austin was turning into a real sweet-
"And here she is now!"
Ruefully, she thought, Well, so much for being a real sweetheart.
Her thought trailed off right when the curtains blocking her were pulled and, suddenly, Ally was faced with a curious and stunned audience. She could vaguely see Austin on the side, his arm extended as if presenting a prize, which she supposed was her.
"Oh my God, folks," Helen exclaimed in happiness, easily recognizing Ally-D's signature attire, "It's Ally-D! Ally-D and Austin Moon are here together! On my show!"
Ally calmly waved at the audience, her years of experience in the spotlight kicking back in after being gone for a while. She smiled and everyone started shouting in excitement at seeing the other Internet sensation.
Austin came closer, a proud smile on his face. "See, this was my plan all along," he said smugly, "You're welcome."
The brunette couldn't help the incredulous laugh that escaped. "But now they think I'm coming back into show business," she pointed out, though that wasn't going to help her current situation.
He shrugged, sliding into the seat next to her casually. "So? Let them think what they want. You deserve this, especially after I indirectly stole your song."
"Fine," she gave in, raising a challenging brow at the blonde, "You know, they came here for another performance. We shouldn't disappoint them, right?"
Austin grinned, liking where she was going with this. He'd never tell her, but another one of his biggest dreams had been to perform with her, not just create a song. "Nah, we shouldn't."
The audience dropped into silence the moment Ally's slim fingers touched the keys of the piano. The melody that came out was beautiful and captivating, like the songwriter/singer herself.
Austin stayed seated, his hand bringing up the microphone to his mouth to start singing.
Break Down the Walls:
"Whoa, Yeah
Stop, hiding out in the shadows
Scared to show the world you exist
Don't, lock yourself in the darkness
The world is so much brighter than this
Ya if you never take the shock
You never gonna win
So turn it all around and"
Ally grinned, silently admitting that maybe she had missed performing in front of an audience more than she'd thought, although she wasn't actually singing. She also had a feeling that her opinion had changed slightly because of a certain blonde boy sitting next to her.
Of course, she'd never tell him that. He may get used to her performing alongside him.
"Break down the walls Whoa
Come on and give it everything you get
Take a chance, make a stand and
Break, break, break down walls Whoa
Break down the walls Whoa"
Said blonde couldn't help the grin that stretched his lips up as he continued to sing. He wasn't sure if his face would ever stop smiling after this, especially if being on-stage with Ally gave him this feeling of happiness and blood-pumping adrenaline. He loved it!
After getting her to play piano with people watching, his next step involved her agreeing to be his partner.
"Break down the walls Whoa
Come on and take a chance make a stand and
Break, break, break down the walls
Break down the walls"
That shouldn't be too hard, right?
+++The End+++
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