Another good thing Max had to admit about his job was watching the backup dancers rehearse for the upcoming concerts while he did it. It reminded him of the time when he and his dad Goofy danced with Powerline with the other backup dancers when he was only fourteen years old. He originally did to impress his high school sweetheart Roxanne, but he had never expected what Powerline did after the concert finished. The rock star took him and his dad backstage and he told Max he had what it took to be a great rock star in his own right. That motivation never left Max's mind. He started to wonder why he wanted to be an athlete instead of a rock star. Being the youngest person ever to dance with Powerline and winning four college X game trophies proved that he was good at both. He could guess many things in his head, such as sports might have been more fun and challenging and push himself more or maybe he would learn more from being an athlete, but if he was being brutally honest, he probably never figured out who he was enough and what he wanted to do in life. He didn't even know now and he felt that he was just going to be a cleaner for the rest of his life.

Max would have loved to have joined Miss Clarabelle's dancing class. She was considered by many to be the best dance teacher in the world. She had taught many pop stars to dance including Powerline before he became the superstar he was today and also Chilly Phil who the dancers were rehearsing for his TV concert next week. Max knew there was no chance as Clarabelle was very busy making sure that the backup dancers were perfect for the upcoming TV concert next week and there was still so much to clean up in this venue.

While the backup dancers went for a lunch break, Max went to clean up the stage.

"Make sure this part of the stage is clean, Max Goof, but go steady on the soap. I don't want it so clean that it's slippery and my dancers can't rehearse on it. Understand?" Clarabelle said that to Max every time he went to clean any part of the stage since the first day he came to work in here.

"Understood, Miss Clarabelle," Max would reply every time.

Every time he went to clean up the stage, Max would always start at the back of the stage first so it would be dry enough in time for the backup dancers to rehearse. Then he went to do the corners. The stage was dry enough for Clarabelle and her backup dancers to continue to rehearse their dances.

While he was cleaning up, Max thought he could hear a rattle. He looked up to see if there was anything loose, but he couldn't see anything. So he continued to clean. Then he heard more rattling and then he saw one of the speakers starting to lower down violently. Then he looked down to someone underneath it.

"Look out!" Max cried, but the person didn't seem to hear him and the speaker started to fall down. He ran, grabbed that person and got both of them to safety before the speaker could trap them in an electric pile of junk.

"Thanks, Max."

Max saw who he rescued was his other best friend here, Michaela Crawford. She was an electrician here. She was African-American and was wearing a black crop top, ripped blue jeans, black shoes and gold earrings. Her clothes reminded him about his last girlfriend in high school Lisa before the one before her Roxanne had to leave Spoonerville.

"You're welcome, Michaela," Max said.

Max often thought of asking her out for a date, but he kept remembering two things. The first one was that his tragic experience with Mona that scared him from dating again and the second one was that Michaela had a very ill mother no had to help look after her since she was very young even up to this day.

"What's going on here?" Clarabelle demanded.

Max and Michaela saw Clarabelle and the other backup dancers watching him. Max explained that he found one of the speakers about to fall on Michaela, so he went to grab her.

"You're an electrician, Michaela," Clarabelle said. "Tell us what you make of this disaster."

"I don't know, Miss Clarabelle," Michaela said, looking at the mess. "I was just doing some meter readings when Max came to rescue me. I guess this speaker wasn't secured properly."

"Where is that backstage manager?" Clarabelle demanded.

"Dad, where are you?" Max called.

In a few seconds, Max's dad Goofy arrived. He was all wrapped up in wires.

"Hyuck," he said. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Clarabelle snapped. She took Goofy to the broken speaker. "This is what happened!"

Goofy was shocked when he saw the mess. "Gosh! How did it happen?"

"You tell me. You're the backstage manager!"

"No, he's not, Miss Clarabelle," Max said. "Mr. Bouquet is on vacation, so Dad's covering for him."

"Well, he's not doing a good job of covering for him." Then Clarabelle turned to Max. "As for you, Max Goof, I saw how you moved to rescue Michaela and I am very impressed. I've seen better moves from you in a few seconds than these 'professional' backup dancers did in a lot of months!"

The backup dancers groaned.

"What's that groaning for?" Clarabelle snapped. "You came here to dance, not to embarrass me. Let's hope you will not embarrass me when Max joins us."

Max was confessed. "Wait. What? You want me to join you, Miss Clarabelle?"

"I am a dancer teacher and I know good talent when I see it. So come on. We dance now."

"What about the broken speaker?" Max asked.

"It's your dad's job to clean it up and fix a new one up, so let him do it," Clarabelle said. "Now, come on. The concert is in a week."

Max went to join the dancers leaving Goofy to clean the broken speaker and get electrocuted by it.

That evening, Max was exhausted. Not only did he have to dance for hours with the dancers, but he had to finish cleaning the stadium, including the toilets and the bar for a comedian's live performance tonight. Though he got a very unfriendly welcome by the jealous backup dancers apart from Clarry, Max ignored them. He had bullies all his life, but he learnt through time to ignore them, not to join them and become the bigger person. And he knew that Clarabelle's opinion was the only one that matter when it came to rehearsals and she was impressed so he felt good.

"That was awesome, Max," Clarry said, putting his arm around his best friend. "Guess Powerline was right. You still have the moves."

"Thanks, Clarry."

Max got a surprise when he went to the janitor cupboard. In there was an electric guitar, with a few sheets. These sheets were songs. They had lyrics and music notes. There was one sheet that wasn't a song, but a quick note. It said, "Excellent dancing. You will need these for next Friday. Rehearse well. Break a leg. The Angel of Music. P.S. Your stage name is now T-Rax."

Next Friday? That was the day when Chilly Phil would be doing his TV concert. Why would he need these for that day? And what kind of name was T-Rax? And who was this Angel of Music?

"I'd do it if I were you, Max," Michaela said.

Max turned to face her and Clarry.

"Why?" Max asked.

"Whenever the Angel of Music sends you a note like this, you would be wise to obey her wishes and not confront her or you'll face terrible consequences," Michaela said.

Max took the guitar and the sheets. "But who is this angel of music Michaela? How do you know so much?"

"Sorry, Max. I must go to check on my mom. By the way, well done for making it into Madam Clarabelle's class. And thanks again for saving my life." Then Michaela was gone and Clarry was left.

"You were awesome, Max!"

"Thanks, Clarry. I didn't know I still had it in me."

"Isn't that what Powerline said when you finished dancing with him in 1995?"

"Yeah. I guess he was still right."

And Max and Clarry continued talking as they headed for home, though Max couldn't help thinking about this 'Angel of Music' and how Michaela knew her and how much.