Austin's POV.

I was sitting on the couch in the bus the next day, not wanting to be up this early, when Aunt Melissa got there to see how my throat was.

"So how do we know?" Ally asked as she started going through her bag. "I'll look, then he'll speak and sing. Say ahh, Austin." She told me, and I opened my mouth while she pressed a tongue compressor down. "I have good news and bad news."

"Which is?" Mom asked, rubbing my tense back softly.

"Well, it's still swollen back there. It has gone down a lot though." She insisted, as I finally spoke for the first time since yesterday morning.

"Can I perform tonight?"

"Well, let's hear you sing. Sound good?"

I nodded, before belting the chorus of The Way That You Do, which received a standing ovation from Mom and Ally.

"Does it hurt to talk or sing?" Aunt Melissa asked, clearly still unconvinced.

"A bit, but can I do it if I drink lemon and honey tea, gargle, etc? It's my last concert!"

"Can you hit higher notes?"

I responded by singing the bridge of The Way That You Do, a note I struggled with in the past.

"Does your voice feel like it's gonna crack when you sing? Or you'll lose your voice?"

"Not really. I'll drink a lot of fluids, just please let me do the concert." I begged, which lead Aunt Melissa to sigh as she laid down the law.

"I want you to keep your voice rested until the concert. Keep taking your antibiotics, and switch off between hot and cold drinks, figure out which one helps your throat. Anything else?" When I gave her a thumbs up, she smiled and ruffled my hair. "Break a leg."

I typed a quick message and sent it to her, which had her smiling as she hugged me. "Love you too."

•••••••••••••••

That night was the concert, and I was pumped! I ran out on stage, smiling at the amount of fans screaming my name.

"Madison Square Garden! How are you tonight?!"

After getting several screams in response, I started with the first track, everyone yelling to sing with me, filling me with joy as I belted.

"I'll be your entertainer, I'm putting on a show!"

Ally's POV.

I smiled from backstage, hearing Austin perform for two hours, but after a shaky, almost quiet performance of Can You Feel It, he exited the stage despite the protests.

"What's wrong? The concert still has a hour left." I insisted as he grasped his throat lightly, rasping.

"I lost my voice."

"Okay, I'll explain. Do you want me to finish it?" I asked, hooking myself up to a mic and quickly changing my outfit

"You would do that?"

"Absolutely. What's the rest of your set list?" I asked, and he handed it to me before Dez led him to the bus and I came on stage. "Hey guys! I know I'm not Austin, but he's been suffering from tonsillitis these past couple days and he did everything he could to perform tonight. But, he lost his voice, so I'm taking over."

The crowd screamed happily as I had them cue the next song while the crowd sang with me.

"Flip a switch. Turn on the lightning. Get it right. Show em' how it's done."

Hey guys! Two announcements!

1: there may end up not being a update for Life Without Chase cause I'm figuring out some plot stuff and I've been really busy this week cleaning the house and just a lot of things being piled on me at once. I'll try, but if it doesn't happen, this is why.

2: I started a book for random edits and my drawings on Wattpad so if you wanna see that, just go to it.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!