Natalie sat in the music room, her fingers gingerly moving across the piano keys. Suddenly, she stopped and crossed her arms. "This is stupid! I'm never gonna be famous at this rate!" she muttered.

"You'll be famous someday!" Henry interjected happily.

"Yeah right."

"Come on. You're so pretty, and, if you practiced harder, you could make a classical rock band."

"Henry, I'm saying this cuz I care: GET SOME HELP!"

"What?"

"I don't like you like that, okay?"

"Someday, Natalie…"

"No. You're my friend."

"Well, as your friend, I have an advice for you: there are auditions being held for my dad's friend's hot dog company's commercial, if you're interested."

"Well, ya gotta start somewhere. Thanks, Henry. I'll keep that in mind."

"May I mention that there's a kiss scene in it, which I hope will be me and you?"

"I'll squirt mustard on your face!"

"Okay, just kidding, Nat."

"About what?"

"There is no kiss scene."

"Good."

That Saturday, Natalie went to go audition and saw Henry waiting for her eagerly. "Yay, Nat, you made it!"

"Of course I did, idiot."

"Who's grumpy this morning?"

"Shut up!"

"Okay."

A tall man with graying hair stepped outside and saw Henry and Natalie. "Woo, doggies!" he shouted. "Henry, I didn't know you had such a pretty friend."

"I told you so!" Henry whispered to Natalie.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Frank N. Furter, owner of Furter's Frankfurters, but you may call me Frank."

"I'm Natalie Goodman," Natalie said brightly.

"Well, Natalie, it's great to have you here. Now, do you like hot dogs?"

"They're okay, I guess…"

"Now, how about our hot dogs? Do you like them?"

"Honestly, I've never tried them, I think. My parents believe red meat is bad for you."

"Well, it's good for you. So we're gonna go ahead with your audition now."

"What do I do?"

"Good question. How about we show you an example from my daughter, Fallon Furter?"

"Great idea, Dad!" a girl who looked no more than 12 said as she skipped to Frank. "But why can't I be in the commercial?"

"We're getting you trained for stardom. Everyone knows that hot dog commercials equal fat people."

"Oh, right." Fallon smiled at Natalie and began to snicker as she imagined what she would look like fat. "So, here's what you do. You just smile and say 'mm, Furter's Frankfurters surely are the best!' then you bite into it and say 'best dog gone dog I've ever eaten', then that's it."

"Okay," Natalie said.

"Here's a hot dog."

"Thanks." Natalie turned to Henry. "Wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" Henry called.

Frank grinned at Natalie. "Okay, go!" he said.

Natalie put on a huge smile and said, "Mm! Furter's Frankfurters surely are the best!" Natalie bit into the hot dog and tried to force swallow it to prevent having to talk with her mouth full. Instead, she started choking.

"Natalie, you okay? You have to finish the scene."

"No," was what Natalie wanted to say, but she couldn't say anything. The hot dog was lodged into her trachea. Henry, afraid to lose Natalie, ran behind her and did the Heimlich. The hot dog flew out of her mouth and Natalie said, "Also, these hot dogs can easily come out if you start to choke."

"Great improv Natalie! Surely, you have to be in it. Henry too!"

"Yes! STARDOM!"

"Goodbye!" Frank walked away.

"Um, thank you for, uh, saving my life, Henry."

"No problem," Henry said. "That's what friends are for."

"Henry?"

"Yep?"

"Um, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"I'd LO- I mean, I'd like that."

"Cool. Stardom and a date in one day, and it's all thanks to you, Henry."

"You're welcome."