Austin shot his eyes open, the distant sound of the phone ringing echoing throughout the house. He, without thinking, stuck his head up - and hit it, right on the roof of the piano.

Oh, right. He and Ally had laid under the piano after…

He shot to his feet, rushing to the phone, grabbing it and heading out the side entrance.

"Hello? Hello?" Dez said through the phone.

"Hey," he said. "I've got a strange situation here."

"You do?" Dez snickered. "I'm at my daughter's soccer game with my ex-wife who's here with my ex-gardener."

"I slept with Ally," Austin cut in.

"YOU SLEPT WITH ALLY?!" Dez yelled, and Austin could hear some of the soccer moms muttering things in the background.

"Remember your blood pressure, you're a tall man, you need all you can get," Austin whispered.

"Are you out of your mind? Austin, this is terrible. Unless you're happy about it, and then I couldn't be more happy for you. Should we do pros and cons?"

"Not necessary," Austin murmured. A loud banging noise came from the living room, followed by a shriek. "I think she's up, gotta go."

"Hey! We have a show today, two o'clock, I'll pick you up in a little while."

Austin hung up, coming back in the entrance to find Ally, who had the bed sheet they were laying under wrapped around her.

"Morning," she says.

"Hi, that was Dez. Would obviously invite you to stay, it's just that I have a show today," Austin murmurs.

"Oh, really?" she asks, tightening the sheet further around her.

"Headlining at Adventureland. You have my permission to be impressed."

"Oh, wow," she said, in mock enthusiasm. "Don't go all Madonna on me."

He chuckled awkwardly. "Ah…you could…you could come, you know."

She smiled warmly and gestured down to the bed sheet that she was encased in. "Not like this."

/

They wanna know know know, your name name name

They want the girl, girl, girl with the game, game, game

And when they look, look, look your way, way way

I'm gonna make

Make

Make 'em do a double take

"Thank you adventure land!" Austin called. They roared back in excitement and he dashed off to the small backstage where Dez and Ally were.

"That was great," Ally smiled.

"Yeah?" he said, leaning in closer towards her.

"Yeah!" Dez cheered, breaking the two apart. "Good show. Encore time?"

"Do I have to?"

"It's in the contract," Dez said. "Come on."

"This is embarrassing," Austin said. "They don't want it."

"These songs, they're fantastic. Never heard any of them before, but they're full of wonderful melodic surprises, and inspiring vocals," Ally said, before realizing Austin and Dez had zoned out. "And they're catchy and they're making people happy, so just go!"

He smirked. "You're not just saying that because you've been on the wave ride maybe twelve times?"

She clutched at her stomach "They're good, really good. And hey, Mister, so have you."

"Okay then," he said, winking at her and running back up to the stage.

Dez grinned and put an arm around Ally. "How'd you like to sign with me?"

Ally chuckled uneasily. "Ah, I'm not much of a singer, thank you."

"I mean as a songwriter. Austin's songwriter."

"Oh," she said. "Only if you take your arm off me."

He chuckled and removed it. "That's okay. You've got it for Austin, and I know it."

"I do not have it," she said, putting emphasis on the last word, "for Austin Moon."

"Please, Ally," he said. "They call me the Love Whisperer."

"No one calls you that," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah they do. You just can't hear them," he said, bringing his voice down so it was almost inaudible, "because they're whispering."

/

"That was a great show," Dez said. "You should be pleased."

"How much we make?" Austin asked.

"I don't talk business in front of a non-client," Dez said, gesturing to Ally. "You know that."

"What?" Ally chirped. "You just asked me to sign with you!"

"Well in that case," he murmured, "I don't think it's right to talk about one client's affairs in front of another. I'm discreet that way."

"You don't know, do you?" Ally said.

"I've got a ballpark figure," Dez moaned. "Enough for a nice dinner."

"Oh my god," Ally said. "Dinner! I'm supposed to go to Trish's for dinner!"

She pressed herself into the front of the car Dez was currently driving. "Drop me off!"

"No, no, come on," Austin said. "I couldn't do that. Here, I'll take you."

He smiled and she almost blushed. "Thank you. Uhm, I don't think she'd yell at me if you came along, too."

"It's a date," he said, clicking through his teeth.