I do not own the movie Sing. I only own my OC, Jason.

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Copying the link for the company's website into the post, Jason felt like his fingers would fall off at any second as he jabbed the ENTER key. Instantly the message popped up on JEC Insurance's Tweet-Tweet page along with the Muzzlebook tab. Cautiously, he refreshed his inbox which mercifully granted him with no new emails. The porcupine rolled his office chair over to the window by his desk and gave it a firm shove, pushing the stubborn thing open. He exhaled a sigh of content as the cool afternoon air wafted through the opening and into his work space. Jason took a quick breath in through his nostrils before glancing down at his watch, the hands pointing to 1:09 PM.

"Okay… now break time." He eagerly began digging his paw into his jacket pocket for his earphones. But the idea of listening to more tunes quickly evaporated at the memory of Mr. Reece's condescending glare. So his dejected paw slunk out of his pocket and down to his side.

"Friggin' screen surveillance." Jason couldn't help but mutter under his breath, instead reaching for the shimmering red apple next to his computer. He spun the fruit in his paw for a bit before settling on the juiciest-looking spot, taking a bite and munching on it contently.

The only mundane noises filling his ears now were the crunching of his meal and the droning tappity-tappity of computer keyboards with the occasional brrrrring.

Yeah, like I'm gonna put up with that for the next fifteen minutes. Jason thought, swallowing his apple portion before preparing for another bite. Just because he wasn't allowed to use his earphones didn't mean he couldn't make his own music.

Biting another chunk out of his apple, the porcupine began to hum the beginning vocals of O-O-H Child as he chewed. Quietly enough so nobody would stare but just loud enough so he could hear it himself. Satisfied, his finger gently tapped against his leg to the silent beat as he imagined the backing instrumentals. The spotlights. The microphone. The audience…

Jason's eyes shot open, startled, as a sudden flash of orange whizzed through the open window and past his face. Jolting in alarm, he blinked for a moment before turning his vision down toward his now empty paw then at the floor. A disappointed grimace came over his face at the sight of his beloved apple now resting by his chair's wheels, small fragments of gravel and dust now clinging to its juicy inside.

"Well, great. There goes lunch." Leaning down to pick it up by the stem, Jason sat up in his chair again and plopped the ruined apple into the trash can by his desk. He then looked up in annoyance, glaring at the orange disturbance more clearly.

Pressed against his computer screen by the breeze entering through the window was a small sheet of neon orange paper with big black writing. Jason tore the flyer away from his screen with a paw and studied it more closely, his irritated expression softening slightly. The bold text read:

SINGING COMPETITION AUDITIONS

THE WINNER WILL RECEIVE THE GRAND PRIZE

OF

$100,000

OPEN AUDITIONS AT THE MOON THEATER

551 ECHO DRIVE

Fully intrigued now, Jason's wide eyes gazed out the window at the many other flyers fluttering in the winds, all of them soaring gracefully past the buildings and into the streets below. Then he looked back at his own flyer. His vision never left it for the longest time.

Until a notification beep from his computer snapped Jason out of his trance, followed by the new email opening up.

'Jason, if you want your paycheck by the end of this week, I suggest you schedule some social media posts for next month on timber yard safety, pipes and malware PRONTO! Mr. Reece'

Giving a sigh, the porcupine absent-mindedly folded the flyer neatly and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, turning his attention back to his keyboard.

"So much for break time."

The trip home that evening was nothing new for Jason; catch the 5:20 bus, swap some friendly words with Matt the driver, walk the two blocks back to the house, all that jazz.

Entering the house this evening, however, was a different story.

He'd barely had time to shut the front door behind him before Stephanie was right in his face, yelling in excitement and waving something orange in front of his eyes.

"Have you seen this today, Jason?! These flyers were all over the city! One of them got stuck to my quills at lunch today and I just knew I had to show it to you! And it's for a singing contest! Right here! How awesome is that?!" It wasn't until Gina thankfully held the ecstatic porcupine back that Jason finally got some breathing room. But clearly, she was barely containing her own joy as well.

"Yes, Stephanie, I got a pretty good look at that flyer today in my workspace." Jason replied, "And it cost me my lunch."

"Jason, this could be the perfect chance to prove yourself!" Gina exclaimed, placing a paw on her son's shoulder and giving it a small, enthusiastic shake. He just gave her an incredulous stare in return.

"Prove myself? What are you talk-what have I got to prove, mom?"

"Oh, come on!" His sister cried, jabbing her finger at the flyer's large black font, "This competition is practically gift-wrapped for you!"

"Nah, entering competitions require folks with skill." Came an obnoxious voice from the living room.

"Shut up, Alex!" Stephanie glared down the hallway before beaming back at her brother. "And besides, look at the prize money they're giving away! A hundred thousand dollars! Just imagine what you could do with that!" Jason just shook his head with a small unbothered grin.

"Stephanie, my job pays me plenty."

Okay, you can't exactly swim in just $400 a month but it's still plenty.

"And we've gone over this a thousand times: singing is just a hobby, not a career choice." He continued, "Besides, the odds of me winning a contest like this when there are probably THOUSANDS of other animals with singing skills in the city are preeeetty slim."

"Oh, Jason, I don't care if you don't win." Gina scoffed, lovingly running her paw over his cheek. "This is your chance to do something with that voice of yours. Loosen up a bit, y'know, have some fun! What if this is the only opportunity you ever get?" Stephanie nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, what do you plan on doing? Just sitting up in your room all the time, listening to your earphones every evening when you come home from work?" She probed, "It's like Grandpa said, you're just letting your talent go to waste and never sharing it with anyone!"

"What talent?"

"Craig, zip it!"

"I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind you taking a few days off for this." Jason could only roll his eyes in exasperation at his mother's pleas.

"Mom…"

"Come on… do it for Grandpa. Or at least, for me. Pleeeeeeeease?" That's when Stephanie gave him... the pout.

If there was one sure-fire way to get her brothers to do anything, it was her simply widening her eyes to anime levels and sticking out her bottom lip like she could burst into tears at any moment. It had rarely failed when she was a toddler and somehow, even as a teenager, it didn't fail to elicit some kind of compliance.

"Oh, Stephanie… no, stop it. Enough with the pouty face. No, it's not gonna work this time... I mean it, it's not… Just… Mom, tell her to knock it off… Mom!" But try as he might, Jason just couldn't not cave in.

"…Oh, okay, fine." he replied at last, the side of his mouth curling up a tiny bit, "I guess it could be fun." Immediately dropping the pout, Stephanie gave a tiny squee before yanking her brother into a bone-crushing embrace.

"Great!" She cried in a high-pitched tone before pulling out of the hug and bounding into the kitchen.

"Okay, Jason, be sure to give your boss a call and tell him you'll be off work for a few days, if you do manage to get into the show." Gina instructed as she followed her daughter to start on dinner, "And don't forget to pick a song! You've got a big day tomorrow!"

"Yeah, yeah, got it." Came Jason's lukewarm reply as he trudged up the stairs, wondering just what in the heck he'd gotten himself into. Pulling off his jacket as he entered his bedroom, he flung it onto his desk chair and instantly began changing into some more comfortable clothing. Eventually settling for some jeans with a white shirt and zip-up black hoodie, he plopped himself down onto his bed with a sigh. After two tedious minutes of staring at the ceiling, he fished around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, gazing at its vacant black screen.

Why do I have to do this singing contest? My job pays just enough, I like singing as just a hobby and I'm fine with that. That little voice in the back of Jason's mind harangued monotonously. Until the reflection in his phone morphed into a familiar elderly face and spoke.

"Jason, I may not be your age anymore but I know for a fact that singing is in your blood..."

Giving a sharp exhale of defeat, his finger pressed down on the phone's main button and he began flicking through his many playlists in the Music app.

"Then again…" he thought aloud, "I guess anything's better than going through sixty emails a day."

*I do not own the rights of the movie 'Sing'. All rights go to Illumination Entertainment.