Ten year old Austin sped around the corner or an abandoned building.
He would never tell you this, but he was a spy. What was up with the musical world? There was something mysterious about it which he just adored. His parents, who were the only ones who new about his spying, thought it was just a game. At the time, it sort of was. He was young.
"Its not playing!"
Nobody believed him. But he took it seriously. He kept on doing it through high school.
It was perfect. He loved music anyways, so if he had to pose as a singer, which he would actually be in order to find out these secrets, it wouldn't bother him. In fact, it would be fun.
He couldn't do it by himself though. Something that wasn't a lie, he couldn't write songs. It took five years to finally find a songwriter.
Everyone thought it was for the sole purpose of becoming a singer. Even his parents, they thought he had stopped spying at that age.
He ended up falling in love with his songwriter, Ally.
Spying gradually started to leave his interest. Tour, recording, relationships. Soon he didn't have time for it anymore.
He would still do it sometimes though, just for the fun of it.
Eventually, he realized something. This music career he now had, which at first was only to help with his spying, really made him happy. Now, he always put his music first. He barely spied anymore.
He could live without spying. He couldn't live without making music.
Soon, he just stopped doing it. Music making was his top priority.
One night, Austin was in bed, thinking. He practically forgot that he used to spy. He didn't really do it anymore, and he was just fine. Music was an amazing pastime, and he wanted to make time for his friends and his on and off relationship with Ally.
He suddenly got an image in his mind about a mission a few years ago. He remembered how much fun he used to have.
One last time. He promised himself.
Austin looked around the corner and sped to his 'used to be' headquarters.
Dez was coming home from a dinner with his family. He saw the whole thing.
Austin never noticed.
So the next day...
"You never told me you were a spy posing as a popstar to steal the governments musical secrets! "
"That's cause I'm not."
Not anymore.