"Are you okay, son?" Goofy asked, as he put Max down to the stage and then jumped off from it himself.

"Yeah," Max said. "Thanks for saving me, Dad."

"No problem." Then Goofy saw his son walking away. "Where are ya goin'?"

"I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon, Dad, but there's somewhere I have to be quickly. I'll catch up with you, I promise."

"Max, wait! At least tell me where you're going!"

But Max was already out of sight. All Goofy could do was wonder where Max had to go to as he helped other staff members clear up the destroyed chandelier and the mess in the auditorium and on the stage while the managers were sadly refunding the angry audience their money.

Max angrily marched into the dressing room and went to the mirror. He was so angry that he wouldn't care if Chilly Phil was in the room and told him to leave.

"Angel!" Max yelled. "Angel of Music! Where are you?"

There was no reply.

"Open up, Phantom! Let me in! I know you're in there!"

"Are you sure about that, T-Rax?"

Max jumped before he turned around and saw the Phantom.

"What were you trying to achieve tonight? What point were you trying to make?"

"A lot of points, actually. The first point is that there will be consequences if my orders are not obeyed. The second point is I have proved that Chilly Phil is nothing more than a worthless, talentless, unattractive diva. And the final point is that nothing will get the way of your future career."

"Even if I quit?" Max asked.

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I don't want this anymore!"

"You don't want to be rich? Famous? Powerful? Admired? Be in a position to do some good with your image?"

"I'm sure I can do a lot of good without the fame," Max said calmly.

"And who were you before you became T-Rax?" the Phantom said. "Max Goof, who was the son of a stupid, clumsy man and a widow who he never met at all in life let alone knew her?"

"Shut up," Max said.

"Max Goof, who was nothing but a failed athlete who instead became an overworked, unpaid cleaner and would have had no future if it weren't for me? And letting his friends' chances of being athletes as well, dare I add?"

"Shut up!" Max said louder, approaching the Phantom closer.

"Max Goof, who lost every girlfriend he ever had and never had one for ages and will never be loved properly?"

Max screamed his head off. "SHUT UP!" he roared, as he slapped the Phantom's face. He realised that her mask was off when he saw it on the floor. He looked at her face and gasped at what he saw. He was looking at what was a hippopotamus face that didn't look very much like a hippopotamus face. It looked like a skull that was very close to skin level and was very disfigured.

Max realised what he did. "I'm - I'm so sorry. I really am very sorry. I didn't mean to – to –"

"To what?" the Phantom roared. "To see what I never wanted even for you to see? Well, guess what you've just earned. You've just sentenced yourself to imprisonment with me. Your chains are now mine. You belong to me. And if you do anything I don't like, I'll hurt you the same way the whole world hurt me for being born this way. Now, give me back my mask!"

Max gave the Phantom her mask back.

"Now, since the theatre is going to be out of action for a while, this is the perfect time for you to go out on tour. Now, read this. This is the schedule."

The Phantom gave Max a piece of paper. It showed him where he was going to perform each day. Tomorrow he would start in Pittsbourgh for the first five days, followed by Baltimore for the next five days, then Washington D.C. for five days, then Philadelphia for five days, then New York for a whole week, then Boston for five days, then Monteal for five days, then Quebec City for five days and then finish in Jamford in Maine for a week. It also showed him the motels where he would be saying at each of these places he was going to perform. Max figured in his mind that this tour would take two months at least for him to do, but because he was enough trouble with the Phantom as he was, he decided not to make things worse and be quiet.

The Phantom sighed. "Look, T-Rax, I really am doing all of this for you. You are very lucky that you have me as your manager. Many singers here have tried to become what you are and all of them had failed. I wouldn't do this to you if I didn't think you were worthy to try. I'm just trying to turn you into the superstar you always wanted to be, not the loser you were before I met you. To simplify it, T-Rax is a popular rock god and Max Goof is nothing but a loser with nothing."

Max didn't say anything not because it was wise to be quiet with this Phantom, but because what she said seem to got to him. He couldn't work out wherever she was right or wrong about that. On the one hand, she was wrong because, though a rocky start at first, Max became the coolest kid at his high school, he was one of the few people to have ever danced with Powerline, he won three college x games trophies and he had a job. Though it wasn't a very exciting job, he had a job when no one else could have one. And he had a great dad that was able to raise him all on his own without a mom to help him. On the other hand, the Phantom was right about him not becoming what he was without her help, that Goofy was not the most normal father in the world, that he failed to become an athlete and that he let his friends down when he couldn't finish his last game and that every time he tried to have a girlfriend they had to end their relationship. He didn't know what to think. All he knew was that he still didn't know who he was and he doubted if he ever would. He didn't think he could ever work out if he was Max Goof or T-Rax

"The robots will go with you on this tour," the Phantom said, "Through them, I will be able to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't so much as breathe out of line. Come, let's not keep them waiting."

Max kept silent as he followed his manager out of the dressing room.

The Phantom took Max outside the stadium and he was surprised when he saw the vehicle approaching. It was an RV. Not only did Max think it was awesomely massive, but he was impressed with the quality of it as well. It looked like the kind of RV that only the richest people in the world could afford.

"Did you build this RV as well?" Max asked the Phantom.

"Every nut and bolt of it," she replied.

After it parked, the doors opened and the robots came out.

"You like the outside, T-Rax?" Botty asked.

"Yeah, it's totally awesome!" Max said.

"Well, wait till you see the inside. It's way more awesome."

"Well, break a leg, T-Rax." Then the Phantom walked away.

"Shall we, T-Rax?" Nutsy asked.

Max approached the RV. Then –

"Maxie!"

Max saw the robots run back inside the RV and closed the doors behind them. Then he turned to see his dad running towards him.

"Cool RV," Goofy said, as he looked at it. Then he gasped. "You're not leavin' already, are you, Maxie?"

"I'm sorry, Dad, but my manager has already ordered me to do my first tour," Max replied. "If I don't do it, well, you've seen what she does when she doesn't get her way."

"Well, all I can say is break a leg," Goofy said, as he hugged his son. "Oh, while you're traveling, here are some things for ya to look at."

Max looked at the things. They were some letters and postcards. Then after the RV honked and the doors reopened, he took them from his dad and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad. See you later." He got into the RV and waved to Goofy through a window as it drove away.