the second act
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Sing or it's characters.
Chapter 1,
"So, Mr. Moon, you pulled yourself out of the gutter with your band of singing contestants. What is your next move?" The reporter asked and Mr. Moon smiled.
"Well, I am lucky to have the acts that I do, so I was thinking that I could extend them so that the world can really get to know them, like I have. Because without them, the Moon Theater wouldn't exist." He said and the reporter eyed him.
"Yes, them and the money that Nana Noodleman gave you." The reporter said and Moon blinked.
"Well, yes, of course." He said and the reporter nodded.
"So do you think that your success will last while Mrs. Noodleman is in the hospital. She won't be there to bail you out when you get into trouble." The reporter said and Moon gave a nervous laugh.
"Well, of course, but I wouldn't say that we needed to be bailed out.-"
"And what will your so-called 'Acts' do when your theater crumbles for the second time?"
"It's not going to crumb-"
"How do you expect them to get through life when they are dependent on you for their success?"
"Ok, hang on.-"
"I mean, come on. You're not the most reliable name in theater."
"That's a little-"
"It's true and you can't even fight it."
"You're attacking me!" Moon finally shouted and the reporter turned to his camera.
"Let the record show that Moon got hostile when questioned about his theater's success." The reporter said and Moon gasped.
"Did you really say the word 'Questioned'? This is more of an interrogation then a interview." Moon said and the reporter smiled.
"Ok, well, do you happen to have any comments about Mike and the rumors about his gambling addiction?" The reporter said and Moon became uncomfortable. The camera almost seemed to be mocking him.
"Well, no, but-"
"So you have no problem working with a criminal?"
"As far as I know, Mike is not a criminal."
"Well, what about Johnny? After all he worked with his father's gang. It's shocking that he isn't in jail as well."
"That's uncalled for-"
"You know what's uncalled for? Ash's stalker. Are you doing anything to help her out with that?"
"Well, she feels like-"
"So, that's a no. Let the record show that Moon does not care about the safety of his employee's."
"I do care."
"Apparently not enough to protect them."
"It's a complicated-"
"Complicated, that sounds like that mom you hired. Doesn't she have twelve kids? Do you offer her something to help in the 'babysitter department'."
"Well,-"
"Let the record show that Moon doesn't offer child care services."
"I didn't even get a chance to answer."
"Well, back when you had your original theater, you never gave Meena a chance to sing for you. Isn't that true?"
"Well, technically-"
"Let the record show that Moon is not excepting of elephants."
"Whoa, I'm not-"
"Not excepting because you hid her in the stage crew?"
"She loved-"
"And don't get me started on Gunter."
"What's wrong with-"
"Sure he is a good dancer, but your competition was for singing, and he is by far the least talented singer you have."
"I don't think that's fair."
"Well is it fair for your father to work for 30 years to buy a theater that you destroyed and ended up buying a new one with Nana's money."
"Who told you-"
"Your father degraded himself everyday to make your life better, and you ruined it.
"Well, I doubt-"
"Your father would be ashamed." The reporter stated and Moon blinked.
"He would be proud." Moon said after a moment and the reporter pursed his lips lightly.
"Would he?" The reporter asked and Moon stared at him while he tried to find the right words
A knock on Buster's office door woke him up, and with groggy eyes, he lifted his heavy head and looked at the familiar porcupine.
"I was here earlier, but thought you looked so tired, I decided to let you sleep for a minute." Ash said and Moon widened his eyes to help wake himself up
"Oh, Ash, it's you." He said with a yawn and stretched his arms.
"What can I do for you?" Moon asked and Ash walked into the office and closed the door behind her.
"Well, first of all, we are going to a restaurant to celebrate Mrs. Crawlies birthday. And I thought that I could talk to you about, well, age." She said and Buster blinked.
"What do you mean?" Moon asked and Ash sighed.
"I'm sorry to say it, but back when Lance filled out that paper for us in the singing competition, he lied about our ages." Ash said and Moon opened a drawer and pulled out Ash's file.
"Ok, well, why did he do that?" Moon asked and Ash sighed.
"I forget his exact words, but basically he said that the audience would us more if we were younger, and that all the great famous people lie about their age." Ash said and Buster nodded a little.
"Well, ok, my file says that you are 18 but your birthday is coming up. So how old are you?" Moon asked and Ash bit her lip.
"Well, right now I am 24." She said and Buster blinked.
"Really?" He said and Ash nodded.
"Yeah, well, that's the truth." Ash said, gently rubbing her arm and Moon thought about this for a second.
"Can I ask a personal question?" Moon asked and Ash shrugged.
"How long were you and Lance together?" Moon asked and Ash took in a breath as she thought about this.
"Uh, well... about..." She said with her voice lowering.
"You don't remember?" Moon asked and Ash shook her head.
"No, I do, I just don't think about it. I mean this theater has been open for several months, plus the construction time, and we broke up before the old theater was brought down, all together we have been broken up for like a year. Lance and I were together for close to 3 years. Although it seems like the best times in our relationship were the days I tolerated him the most. But yeah, 3 years." Ash said and Moon smiled.
"Well, at least you can date someone better." Moon said and Ash blinked then blushed at this statement.
"I guess so. But I don't really see people outside of the theater." Ash admitted and Moon chuckled.
"Preaching to the choir sweetheart." Moon said, jumping down from his chair and walking over to his new chest.
"Yeah, I haven't really seen a lot of women in this office." Ash said while Moon got his present to Mrs. Crawly out of it.
"Most women I met didn't like that I put the theater first." Moon said and Ash nodded.
"Well, I get it. It's your dream, and it's a gift from your dad. You supporting it... it's like a tribute to your dad." Ash said with a bit of respect in her voice.
"I guess it is kinda a tribute. Huh..." Moon thought and Ash looked at him.
"What?" She said and Moon looked at her.
"I wonder if I could create a play that was a tribute to my dad." Moon said and Ash smiled.
"Yeah. You could even play your dad." Ash said and Buster blushed.
"Oh, I don't think I could do that. I'm not an actor." He said and Ash laughed.
"You have a group of performers, and that's not really actors." She said and Moon smiled.
"It might be better if I found a real actor." He said and Ash smiled.
"True, but honestly if anyone could live up to your dad's legacy around here, it's you." Ash said and Moon blinked.
"Well, I'll think about it. Of course, if I do this play then I do need to find an actress for my mom. I don't think that I can kiss some stranger." Moon said and Ash shrugged.
"Perhaps you won't put a kiss scene in the play." Ash suggested and Moon thought about this.
"Ah, maybe. We better leave soon, we don't want to be late." Moon said and Ash nodded.
"My gift is downstairs, the others have already gone ahead." She said and she walked out of the room. Buster watched her walk off and he thought about something she said. 'I haven't seen a lot of women in your office.'
"Hey, Ash." He called out to her, running to his door and saw her down the hallway. She turned towards him with a confused look.
"What?" She asked and Moon blinked.
"Uh, well. Do you have a ride?" He asked and Ash blinked.
"No, unless you count the bus." She said pulling out a few dollars out of her pocket. Moon chuckled softly at her.
"I bought a car and it's out back. I'll give you a ride." Moon said and Ash smiled.
"Thanks, I appreciate that." She said and then she continued to walk down the hallway. Moon watched her leave and he wasn't sure why he did that.