A/N: Sad chapter I hate to do this to them, but it needs to be done. Don't worry this is NOT the end of Phinabella. My outlook on their relationship is that it should go on forever. They deserve it after all.

Chapter 3

Sound: Check the Anger

"Sound check!" Phineas' voice was echoing miles around and made Isabella fall off of her bed. Cursing him silently, Isabella righted herself and then started throwing her clothes on. He'd done it on purpose she knew. He needed her for rehearsal at six sharp. But she was seventeen. She was a girl. She needed rest. At least until seven o'clock on a Saturday morning.

She stomped up to the stage, hairbrush in hand and a bow in the other.

"Phineas John Flynn!" she yelled, "Get over here now!"

Phineas rose from a platform in the middle of the stage staring at her innocently. His blue eyes, so bright and happy.

"Problem?"
Isabella glared at him, "I thought you told me I could have Saturdays till 7:00."

"That was before we decided to go through with the tour."

"Yah, but even Hannah Montana doesn't have to get up at 7:00 on a Saturday."
"You know we're bigger than Hannah Montana, Izzy. After all, the hype died down after everyone found out she was Miley Cyrus."

I glared at him, but all he said was: "You need to be on time tomorrow."

He turned away, like that was the end of it, but not to me "Then you need to be normal!"

She wasn't sure what made her say it. Maybe it was PMS or maybe it was her need for him to notice me just going crazy, but it was true. No one could deny that.

He turned back, his eyes were strangely calm, "What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm not normal?"
She looked at him, "Do normal guys set time constraints on their friends?"

He looked at her for a second, "You don't have to be a part of this concert, Isabella, I never said you had to."

She was taken aback. "But you meant it."

"I wanted you. You've got the best voice out of anyone I know, but I'm not going to make you do anything. It's your life. Go ahead and seize the day on your own if you want to. I don't care."

And then his stupid platform went down into the stage and she couldn't even tell his expression.

She wasn't stupid. She didn't sink onto her knees and cry. But sometimes it was hard not to. She went back home and laid down on her bed, somehow not tired anymore. She never was tired after she was with him. She rolled onto her stomach and looked out the window at the stage peeking over the top of the fence. She could picture him saying it now. Calling Ferb up. Racking up a humongous cell phone bill.

"Ferb. How's England? Cool! Well, hey I've got some bad news. We're gonna need a new singer. Yah? You know someone? Cool! She's hot too? Great! Maybe I'll marry her."

Well, maybe not that last part. But she knew he would. He wasn't kidding. He could replace her in a heartbeat. She may have been his first choice, but he had many more waiting for an opening. She'd seen the list.
Isabella snuck outside. Phineas could have roller coasters built within the hour. He would definitely have brought in the new girl by now. She peered over the fence. The back lights were on and the stage was lit up and then suddenly- there came the drumroll: spinning into her song. The one she'd written so cleverly with Phineas. Him tapping a beat on a tree trunk and every once and a while throwing out a well-placed lyric. Isabella? She was absorbed in the music.

And out he walked, his dark black jeans and orange striped tee shirt flashing in the stage lights just like they always had, "It's been a long long day and there were moments when I doubted…"

And there she was. Sparkling like a diamond, her dark eyes flashing up at him in a version of what Isabella was sure she had done. She was wearing her dress, a form-fitting version covered in sequins with stiletto heels that had been engineered by Phineas so they were actually flats. But what was most shocking was the voice. It was hers. Exactly. Hitting those high clear notes like a bird. That's what Phineas had always said anyway. Most shocking was the way Phineas looked at her. So reverently. Like he thought she was the most perfect thing in the world. The way she'd always wished he'd done to her.

And then she realized exactly what was wrong with the picture. That wasn't just her voice. That wasn't just her dress and shoes. And that wasn't just her Phineas. That was her.