Hey! Well, this is most likely the last chapter. This story isn't really popular, like I keep losing views at each chapters, and I got about 60 for last chapter, so I think I'll end it here. It depends on how many reviews I get for this chapter, though. But I'm pretty sure I'll just end it here. But I want to thank everyone who still reads this story, and who reviews. I want you to know that I'm really glad you stood by me, and encouraged me to continue this. But with the so small amount of views I get, I think it's the best to end it here. Go read my other story My Boyfriend's A Superstar if you didn't yet! I think I'll end that one before beginning a new one. I'll be able to update more often that way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, any of the songs mentionned, or anything else you might recognize in this.
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Cassidy's P.O.V.
Okay, what's going on? The kids won't talk to each other! They never got into a fight, before. Well, except for Ally's and Austin's kids, but that's different. Something must've happenned last night. When we got into the bus, after the concert, everyone was asleep. Nothing seemed wrong, until we woke up. Now, it's just an awkward silence. It seems like Amanda is against the others, and that the other kids are all pissed at her.
"Okay, guys, what's going on?" Dallas voices pretty much everyone's thoughts.
"Yeah, what happenned, last night?" Ethan asks them.
"Why don't you ask Drama Queen, over there?" Drew points to Amanda, who glares at him.
"Amanda?" We all turn to her.
"They were being unprofessional and weren't making any sense!" She protests.
"Okay, I'm lost. What's going on?" Dez asks the kids. To be honest, I'm lost too.
"Ugh! Forget it!" Amanda says and goes straight in the Moon's room.
"I'll go talk to her." Ally says.
She starts to make her way over the door, but Austin stops her. "I'll handle this one."
She sighs and nods. Austin smiles down at her and knocks on the door, leaning his head against it.
Austin's P.O.V.
"Leave me alone." Amanda says from the other side of the door.
"Ams, open the door."
"No." She says. I try to open the door. It's locked. Great.
"Come on, Ams. I can't do anything if I don't know what wrong."
"I can handle this on my own. I'm not a baby."
"You'll handle this by staying in our room all day? Wow, that's a great way to handle things." I tell her sarcastically.
"Dad, I'm not in the mood for sarcasm."
"And I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter, so open the door."
"No."
"Amanda Kira Moon, open the damn door, or you can forget the opening act for the rest of the tour." I use my 'strict father voice'.
I hear her sigh, then the door unlocks. I open the door, just as she climbs back in the top bunk. I close the door, then climb the door and sit next to her.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? What happenned?" I ask her softly.
She sighs and turns to me, tears running down her cheeks. "W-We fought, yesterday. Now, t-they think of me as a b-bitch."
"Okay, first, I have to tell you not to use that language. Second, what did you fight about?"
"I-I couldn't hit the notes in Heart Attack, so Mel snapped, saying it wasn't working. It was already midnight, so we fought over choosing a new song, and not perform that one. I said it was too late, and that we couldn't change songs now, 'cause it was already midnight. Drew said we could perform a song that we know almost perfectly, and that doesn't need a lot of practice. I said 'fine, I don't care', and that I just wanted some peace, 'cause I was really tired. Adam told me to calm down, and I blew up, asking them if I was the only one stressing over that, and that it wasn't some little gig, and that it was serious. Then, we fought, and decided to just all go to sleep. We didn't talk since then, but I have a feeling the others talk. It's me against everyone."
"Umm... That's quite a long story." I say. She nods an wipes a few tears with her sleeve. "So now, everyone is pissed at you, right?" She nods. "You know, you remind me of your mother. Like, really. She would've done the same thing as you."
"Really?"
I nod. "Really. Your mom cracks easily under the pressure. But we're always there for her, even if we're pissed at her. And it's the same for you guys. Your friendship is special. It won't fade that easily."
"Thanks, dad." She hugs me.
"No problem, sweetheart."
She pulls away. "But, what do I do for tonight? They obviously won't perform with me."
"Well, you play the guitar, don't you?" She nods. "Play it. You don't need a whole band. Just you and your guitar."
"Like an accoustic performance?"
"Why not?" I shrug.
"That's a good idea! Thanks, dad!" She smiles up at me.
"No problem. Now, go practice. We get to Detroit in an hour." She nods and gets up. I follow her lead and we both get out of the room. When she's out of sight, I turn to the kids. "Who's planning on playing with her, tonight?" Silence. "That's what I thought. Well, Amanda's going to play solo, tonight, then. Now, go change, we get to Detroit in an hour." They all nod and leave. I go sit with my bandmates at the table.
"Why won't they perform with her?" Trish asks me.
"They got into a huge fight, yesterday, and Ams is apparently the bitch of the story." I explain.
"So, they're all mad at her?" Brooke asks me.
I nod. "Yup. So, she'll be alone with her guitar, tonight. She's planning on doing an accoustic performance."
"Let me guess. It was your idea?" Ally asks me. I nod. "I knew it."
"Alright, everyone! We're here!" Roger calls from the front of the bus. Everyone get out, and I start counting (what? We have eight kids with us, for crying out loud). I notices someone is missing.
Okay, so Bella and Becca are over there, Drew and Adam are right here, Eric is with Kira, and David and Melody are over there. Right, so Amanda's missing.
I go back in the bus and go to the game room, where I know all the kids' instruments are. I open the door. She stops playing and looks up from her guitar.
"Hey, we're here." I tell her.
She nods. "Alright. Let me just pack my guitar, and I'll join you."
"Nah, I'll just wait for you." She nods and puts her guitar in her guitar case. "Are you nervous?"
"A little bit." She admits. "I mean, how many tickets are sold for tonight? 20 000? 30 000?"
"Actually, it's sold out. So, 50 250."
"Great. Plus, there's the people who watch it on TV. So... Millions of people are gonna be watching. And I'm just an eleven years old girl, playing some covers on her accoustic guitar, 'cause her siblings from other parents let her down because of a stupid fight. Oh, the joy." She deadpans.
"Ams, don't worry! Everything will work itself out. You're the most talented eleven years old girl singer I've ever heard. And I know your mom. So, you're amazing. Everyone loves you! You always get standing ovations in all the shows you did with us. The audience loves you. You'll do great. Band or no band."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're my dad."
"No, I'm not. Ams, you won America's Top Talent (A/N: Moon Week & Mentors. Don't own.) when you were eight, against two fifteen years old, for crying out loud! You're a true talent! Don't doubt it."
She nods. "Thanks, dad. I don't know what I'd do without you." She hugs me.
"I don't know what I'd do without you either. You and your brothers are my world. Now, come on. We have a sound check to attend." I grab her guitar case and she follows me out of the tour bus.
Amanda's P.O.V.
"Okay, Amanda. When your name will be announced, go sit on that bench. Don't forget your guitar." Mike (or is it Mark? I think he's the stage manager, or something like that) tells me. I nod. "Play your songs, thank the crowd, introduce Haters & Lovers, then go backstage. Got it?" I nod, a bit unsure. That man can sure talk!
"Mike, stop torturing that poor girl." A women I met earlier tells Mike (not Mark). I think her name is Lisa, or something (I really need to learn the names of the persons working in Haters & Lovers' crew). She's the manager. She's nice. She walks over me. "Just be yourself, and everything will be alright, okay?" I nod.
"Okay, but what about Mike's instructions?"
"Don't listen to him. You performed on a stage, before, right?" I nod. "Then, you know what to do. Do the usual."
"But what if I mess up? What if I forget what to do? What if-"
"Amanda! You're a Moon. From what I know, your parents almost lived their whole lives on a stage. Now, it's your turn to show the world what you got. Just be yourself, get lost in your music, and everything will be fine. I know you love performing. Don't let anything forbid you from not doing so. Alright?" I nod. "Good."
"Thanks, Lisa."
She smiles down at me. "No problem." She walks away.
"Okay, well I guess you can go in your mom's dressing room and wait. I think that's where you'll get ready for tonight, am I right?" Mike asks. I nod. "Well, go there. It's noon, and the concert's at seven. Go do whatever while your parents come here for practice and sound check, then we'll call you and you'll come back to practice a few more times. At 6:30, the people will start to come in. Stay in your mom's dressing room until 6:50. Someone will come and get you, and we'll put a mic on you. Get dressed around 6:15, to make sure you're ready in time. Got it? Alright." I feel dizzy just by the amount of words he can say in a minute. I got, like, half of what he just said.
"Mike, she knows how it goes. She helps our new opening acts most of the time." Ethan says, coming on the stage.
"I'm just making sure." Mike shurgs.
I roll my eyes. "I'm not a normal kid, Mike. I've been following my parents and the rest of the band around since I was a baby. The first show I opened for them was when I was six. I'm pretty sure I know the ritual."
"Alright. Well, if you mess up, it's not my fault."
"Mike, stop acting like a kid." Lisa tells him, coming back.
"Oh, come on, are you all against me, or something?"
I shrug. "It's not my fault." I mock him.
He rolls his eyes. "Just go back in your mom's dressing room."
I roll my eyes and walk away. You might think it's weird, me, and eleven years old girl, back-talking my parents' stage manager, but I'm not a spoiled brat, or anything. I just don't like it when people threat me like I'm six. I'm much more mature than people my age, and I've learned enough from the past eleven years of following my parents in every concerts to know most of the stuff to do in a concert, and all the other stuff. I'm going twelve in about two months. I'm not a baby anymore! Gosh, get that through your head, people! Dad still tells me not to swear. From what I know, he and mom, plus their bandmates have been swearing since they were about ten years old. I know, I know, do what I say, not what I did, blah blah blah. Whatever.
Eric's P.O.V.
I feel kinda bad. We're all hanging out in Dallas' dressing room, and Amanda's alone in Ally's. I know we're in a fight with her, but still! She's like a little sister to me, I can't bear fighting with her. I know we'll make-up eventually, but who knows how long it'll take.
"Guys, do you think we should go see Amanda?" Drew voices my thoughts.
"No, she needs to know that she can't just boss us around all the time." Bella says.
"By letting her down and get her to do the show on her own? Isn't that a bit harsh?" I ask.
"She's fine. She has her guitar, and the public loves her, anyway." Adam says.
"Still, she's our sister. Not to everyone, but it's like she is." I protest. "We don't let our siblings down."
"Eric's right." Drew agrees.
"Whatever, guys. It's two against five. We let her on her own. She'll understand that she needs us and will come back to us after the show. I'm sure of it." David waves it off.
"What if not? What if she decided that performing solo is better and finds her own band?" Drew asks.
"She won't. She loves us too much for that." Adam says.
"So, in other words, you don't care about your sister? You'll let her humiliate herself infront of millions of people?" I ask them.
"Come on, Er! You know just like us that whatever she does, the audience loves her anyway. She's not only America's sweetheart, but the world's sweetheart. People love her." Becca protests.
"She's popular, with or without us." Bella adds.
"We're popular too, guys." I point out.
"Yeah, but she's famous." David points out.
I sigh. "Whatever. We'll let her do her thing tonight, but we better make-up by tomorrow."
"Fine." Everyone agree (sort of).
We stay silent for a bit.
"Anyone knows what song she'll do instead of Heart Attack?" Melody asks.
"No idea." I shake my head and everyone shrugs.
No one's P.O.V.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR THE ONE AND ONLY... AMANDA MOON!" The announcer, well, announces. The audience burst into a thunderous round of cheers and applauses. Usually, Amanda loves this. The cheers, the public, the stage... But tonight, there's something missing. Her siblings are missing. All of them. Tonight, it's only her and her guitar. No band, no siblings. Suddenly, she's not sure if she wants to go alone. So much that she almost takes a step back and runs backstage. But she doesn't. She can't let everyone down. She has do do this, band or no band.
As she sits down on the small bench, her guitar on her lap, she looks backstage. Her parents are there, along with her 'uncles and aunts'. Her siblings are there too. But further. They're not on stage with her, as usual. No. She's on her own. And she doesn't like it.
"Erm, hey guys! How are you all doing, tonight?" She asks into her mic, forcing a smile. Anyone who knows her know that it's not her real smile. That's why all the way back to Miami, her friends, along with her family (the big one, where it consists all the band member's families), who are all watching on their TV's know that something is wrong. And that's also why most of them wonder where are all of her siblings.
"If you don't know me, I'm Amanda Moon." The audience cheer. She forces a smile once again. She knows she didn't need to introduce herself, since she's one of the kids the most known on the planet, but you never know. "Tonight, I'll be performing three covers of songs. I really like those three songs, and I hope you like them too! Umm... Enjoy the show!"
Backstage, Andrew shakes his head. He knows his big sister well enough to know she doesn't want to perform alone, just like he knows she doesn't like accoustic versions of songs in concerts, because it's not as entertaining. He remembers what she always said about accoustic songs. 'I have accoustic versions of some songs in my iPod to help me fall asleep. 'Cause when I want to sleep, I won't blast a party song in my earphones. I'll play a slow song. Accoustic versions are perfect for that. Not for concerts.' But he knows they left her with no choice when they let her do the concert on her own. And now, he feels guilty.
He sighs and walks over his father. He knows what to do.
"Dad, do you think we can borrow your instruments? Well, at least me borrow Elliot's electric guitar?" He asks him.
Austin shrugs. "Go ask him."
That's what Andrew does. After getting the 'yes' from Elliot, he goes in Elliot's dressing room, and easily finds Elliot's spare guitar that he saves in case his other breaks. By then, Amanda is on the last verse of the first song, Roar.
"Okay, well this next song is called Move Along. It's originaly performed by The All-American Rejects. Umm... Usually, I sing this song with my brother, Andrew, but... tonight, I'll do it solo, because of... personal issues." Amanda struggles to introduce her next song. During her little intro, the other kids had seen Andrew setting up, and decided to do the same. By then, everyone was ready (they can be pretty fast when they want to). Eric is at the keyboard, Adam goes sitting behind the drums, Andrew grabs his guitar, and David grabs his bass. Amanda, too caught up with her little speech, doesn't notice them. Melody, Becca, and Bella install their mic on their ears, and get ready to dance back-up. Andrew also puts on a mic, but stands backstage, waiting for his cue.
All agreeing (except Amanda, of course), they let Amanda perform the beginning of the song alone.
Andrew Amanda Both One of the girls back-up
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me
Amanda turns around as she ears her brother sing. They make eye contact, he nods at her and she grins in response. Soon after Andrew's line, the whole band start playing. Amanda smiles widely at her siblings, glad that this fighting is over, and that she has her siblings back.
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
The voices of the two siblings combine perfectly, leaving the whole world in shock infront of the kids; both people infront of their television and the people who are at the actual concert. Even their parents, family, and friends are in shock at what those kids have in them.
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along
The girls stop dancing, Adam stops playing drums, and Andrew and Amanda sing softly, the world hanging at their every words.
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do Andrew sings in a low pitch while Amanda sings in a higher pitch. Let's say their voices seem like they're meant to be together.
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Adam goes on with the drums, and it's like the audience goes back to life, cheering and singing along.
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do (know you do)
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back back what is wrong
We move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back back what is wrong
We move along
As the song ends, the audience cheer so loud that China could hear it (if they weren't also cheering infront of their TV).
Amanda hurries to hug her younger brother and thank him.
"I couldn't let you down. Love you, big sis." He tells her, loud enough for only her to hear it.
"Love you too, little bro." She tells him. They smile at each other and Amanda runs around to hug every single one of her siblings. When she hugged everyone, she goes back to the front as Andrew goes back to his spot with his guitar.
Backstage, the members of Haters & Lovers look proudly at their children, mostly Austin and Ally.
"We did pretty good, don't you think?" Ally asks her husband, still looking proudly at her kids.
"We did great." Austin tells her and side-hugs her.
Yup, they may not be the perfect parents, the perfect couple, or the perfect family, but they make it work.
Together.
And... That's a wrap! Well, that was a long chapter! I hope you liked this sequel, or at least Bands Battle! :) I'm pretty sure I'll just end this here. I like the ending.
Go read my other story: My Boyfriend's A Superstar! I'm sure you'll like it (well, I hope).
Until next time,
R5AAFan :)