Okay, she had promised him she'd write a punk song for the following day. Okay, he was a tad bit too enthusiastic about her voice. Okay, it felt good to be appreciated. But Ash was regretting her promise as she laid down at the couch in her house. What was she thinking? A song, written in one day? Lance took months to write his'! They weren't masterpieces? Correct. But they weren't trash. She was tired, and had thought of at least 10 different melodies, but all of them sounded wrong.

Guitar on hand, she tried playing a punk version of Freedom is a voice, only to find out the cheesy lyrics sounded like a war cry when turned punk.

"Half tone lower?"

No avail. She wrapped her jacket around her waist, and grabbed her guitar case and a notepad. "Maybe changing the environment a little." She locked the door, and took a bus to the other side of town. She walked through parks and stores at the sidewalk, to find a nice place for writing under a tree. She played a few melodies she had in mind. Those who went past her either smiled or frowned, but she couldn't care less.

"You put me through a rollercoast-"

"Ash!"

She nearly jumped at the sound. She knew that voice. She missed that voice.

"Adam?!" A smaller, and younger looking porcupine jumped at her. "Adam! What are you doing out here?"

"Candy!" He said, as he shoved some goodies into his mouth. "Want some?" Ash shook her head. "I missed you, where have you been?"

Ash was distressed, looking from left to right nonstop. "Are mom and dad with you?"

"No, but I am." Ash jumped at the voice, who chuckled. "You're welcome. Your folks asked me to take him home."

"Tara!" Ash said, hugging the otter close. "It's been forever!"

"Tell me about it! Just because you ran away from home, doesn't mean you had to run away from your friends too."

"Ah, shush." The other girl laughed. Ash kneeled down to her brother's height, and hugged him close. "My, you've grown!"

He giggled, and held two fingers high. "Two inches."

"And he's been telling everyone about it, too." Tara finished.

"I'm a big boy, people should know!"

Both teens laughed, as Tara took a seat near Ash. "You got the time?"

"Relax, wouldn't have brought him over if we couldn't spend some time."

Ash sighed out in relief, falling backwards in the grass. "Good."

"A composer now, hm?" She said, chuckling lightly.

"Trying. I got into a singing competition, the judge wants me to write a song." She laid her guitar down as her brother cuddled close to her.

"Is it the competition I saw on the news, that'll pay-?"

"$100 grand? That's the one."

"Starting a career with an original? Now that's something!"

She laughed. "I don't know if I'm going to win, Tara."

Tara merely shrugged. "I think you will."

"Why? I never wrote a punk song before."

"Well… The judge asked you to do it." She winked. Ash raised her brow.

"He did that to make me feel better."

"Why'd he do that?"

"Because he's a sweetheart."

"Ohh, you using your magic on him uh?" She nudged her friend.

"I'm not!" Ash sighed. "I broke up with Lance."

"Who?" Tara said, scratching her head.

"Long story. We've been dating for almost two years, the other day I caught him cheating, we broke up, that's it. I went to Mr- Buster, because I had no one else to turn to, he said Lance was a jerk, was holding me back, and I was better off without him, said he had been cheated upon and knew what it was like, some of the contestants also said he wasn't worth my time." She swallowed hard. "So I decided to listen to their advice, and didn't take Lance back when he offered. He called me while I was with Buster, and I got upset over the things he said, so he said he wanted me to write a song."

"You've been using your ma-gic!" Tara singsonged. "Anyways, he gave you a chance to show your originals right? That's great!"

"It would be if I had an original that was upbeat."

"Sing the one you have!"

"He said he wanted something new! With beat, and loudness, 'perfect soundtrack for a heartbreak', his words!"

"Listen sister… You remember I consider you my sister, right?" Ash nodded. Tara then turned to grab the guitar, and played some chords. "Good. Now... It might seem crazy what I'm about to sa-ay…"

"Oh my god Tara, don't go there!" She cracked up laughing, soon being joined by her friend.

"You didn't even let me finish!" She said, pretending annoyance. "But listen. Okay, he was trying to make you feel better. But you think he'd risk the reputation of his theatre to put you up? That place hasn't had a show worth watching in years! My mom used to take me there when I was a kid, and oh my god, the plays were terrible! The one event held there that I liked was one from Moon himself, it was called 'Improv Comedy', something like that. It was a monologue about family, the theatre was already discredited by everyone. It was a great show, and it was presented to ten people! Ten people Ash! That's how low the place went… But I started going regularly to the shows, and I'm saying, he is a great screenwriter. I would know. He wouldn't risk one of his competitors putting up a bad song just to make you feel appreciated. You know what I think? I think he may be seeing something there that you haven't seen yet."

Ash opened a soda can. "You think he wants me to write a script for a play?"

"No, I think he considers you a good songwriter."

"Tara, the one original I have sucks!"

"Not to him, he wants you to write more!" She turned to her friend. "Listen… You played your original to him, right? He likes it. AND he writes like Orson Whales! He's a good writer! If a good writer asks you to write something, I think he likes your writing skills." Ash froze in thought. "Same thing, I'm a movie director, right? And this one time, no previous warning, Steven Seagull dropped by to watch the recording. And after we wrapped up, he looked at me and said he couldn't wait to see my movies." She grabbed her friend's shoulders. "Steven Seagull! He's like the top of top directors of all times, and he liked my directing skills! That's like… Uh… That's like… Quick, rocker name!"

"What?"

"Tell me the name of a rocker!"

"Uh… Steven Tiger!"

"Steven Tiger! That is Steven Tiger walking up to you and saying 'Ash, I like your songs, and I want you to compose more.'" She crashed both her hands down her friend's shoulders. "BOOM! THAT JUST HAPPENED!"

"Ow! Stop it, people are staring!"

"Let them stare! Eyes were made to see!" She said, gradually speaking louder. She turned to the park's goers. "Hey! Take a picture, it last longer!"

"Stop it!" Ash practically jumped on the otter. "You're making a scene!"

"Ash! A good screenwriter asked you to write a song! He saw something there!"

"He's not a songwriter!"

"Writer nonetheless! Maybe he never wrote a song, but he knows good writing when he sees it! Since when do you think so low of your own skills?! The Ash I knew believed she could do anything at all because she always had what it took! You can't write a song? A mere song? What happened to you?! Someone believes in you. I believe in you. While you look at your work and say it is terrible because it isn't perfect, you're not gonna go anywhere! Perfection doesn't exist, Ash. The one thing between you and your song is your head. It is holding you back! Set it free from its cuffs, and write the goddamn song!" Ash was frozen in place. Tara handed her the guitar, smiling. "So, let's?" She took it.

Buster had no idea where the show house was, and his phone's GPS system was even more lost than him. He could swear he had heard the mechanical voice sigh once or twice, but he carried on. He was going to find Lance, and he was going to have a word with him. Coming to a halt, he sighed in relief as he saw a Hawaiian-styled joint at the alley. The place looked shady, but calm. Was he going in there? Yes, yes he was. Going right past the entrance, he found the backstage door, where he was greeted by a familiar female koala.

"Entrance is over there, sire."

"Laura?"

"That's me, do we know each other? What's your name?"

"Buster. Buster Moon."

She froze in place.

"May I come in? My godson is presenting tonight and I want to wish him good luck."

"Buster, I'm…"

"I don't care. May I come in?" She opened the door. "See you around, Laura."

If Buster wasn't already too mad for his liking, now he was pissed off. His cheating girlfriend just had to work here. He couldn't get Ash out of his mind. He was mad at Lance for cheating on her, and he was mad at himself for believing Laura'd change. He went to the wings, and talked to a dorky beaver.

"Hey there! You happen to know where I can find Lance? He's a porcupine, guitarist…" The beaver pointed to a separate room. "Thanks. You rock!" Buster ran to said room, halting at its entrance. He heard muffled singing from inside. Damn, his voice makes me want to kick his ass. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Hey what do ya want, we're rehea- Buster Moon, my champ!" He gave him a yellow smile. "Man, I knew you'd come here for advice, but I didn't expect it'd be this soon."

"Can you please pretend you're civilized for a second, Lance? Thank you. I want you to stop harassing Ash."

"Harassing?" He shrugged. "What are you talking about there, Moon?"

"The call you made her earlier today is what."

"Aww, can't a fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear put up with another guy calling his girlfriend 'babes'?" He laughed. "I can't believe Ash asked you to come here!"

Buster's blood was boiling inside his veins. "For one, if you make fun of me I am going to fix your buck teeth with my hands. For two, Ash doesn't like you calling her 'babes', or even calling her, for all matters. For three, she didn't ask a thing, I'm here on my own. And for the billionth time, she is not my girlfriend."

The female porcupine laughed at his face. Lance merely chuckled, as he took her hand and kissed it. "Yeah right, I believe you. You confront her boyfriend over the things he says, you threaten him, by the way, you being in no condition to back up your threat…"

That's what you think, smart ass.

"You came all the way over here, to tell me to stop calling her?" He laughed in disbelief, as he fixed Buster's suit slightly. "Partner, you are the definition of a jealous boyfriend."

Buster grabbed both his hands, and pushed him into a couch. The female stopped laughing. Buster went right past her, standing tall over Lance.

"One, you are her ex. Two, this is your last warning. If you go near Ash again for anything that's not apologizing, I'm going to make you regret coming out of the uterus. You got that?"

"Whoa!" He sat straight, facing the koala. "Didn't knew you liked playing tough, Moon."

"I don't like it, I found it necessary. One last time. Do you understand it?" Lance nodded. Buster started walking to the door.

"She has the hots for older guys, you know." Buster froze in his tracks. Lance stood up, and started walking to him. "Me?" He chuckled. "I'm 24, Buster. 22 when we started dating. Wow, twenty-two when I first saw that form…"

Suck it up, Buster commanded himself.

"Sleeping cuddling close to her, after a good night of sex… She was fresh off the oven those days, too. So pure and innocent… An escapee looking for someone who loved her, and made her feel older. Lucky me. You know how virgin girls are…" Lance put both his hands at Buster's shoulders, gently patting them.

This is his game, Buster thought.

"If she hasn't hit on you by now, don't worry, because she will soon." He hugged the koala, and patted his back. "You might as well enjoy, like she does." He finished, walking back.

Father, forgive. Turning around, he sent his fist crashing down the porcupine's face, earning a startled scream from the female. Not satisfied with sending the younger male tumbling to the ground, Buster proceeded to kick him.

"You piece of a-! Look at me, look at my face!" He picked the rocker off of the ground, and threw him at a chair. There was blood on his shirt. "You are a poor excuse to an animal! You mark my words, Lance, next time I hear you talk about a girl like that, or if I find out you are out there playing girls, I am going to come back. You don't want me to come back!" That's it. He had vented out. Shoving Lance to the ground once again, he went for the door as the female porcupine went to her boyfriend's aid. "Oh. And have a nice debut, Lance. Ma'am." Bowing his head, he shut the door behind him.

A/N: BOOM, THAT JUST HAPPENED! Lance's ass' been successfully kicked, as requested. Perverted remarks because Lance likes playing with fire, and didn't count on Buster's reaction. Things went a tad bit fast with Ash because I have no idea on what triggers you to write a song. Rate and Review! Thanks to all commenters!