Author's Note: This is my first Sing fanfiction and I did a lot of research for it. There's this comment a random person made that I want to share because it gets to the heart of Porsha's personality, specifically how to write other characters' interactions with her. "Sending Miss Crawley to get Porsha was the best move. She didn't need promises and begging. She needed tough love and to be told she was needed. That's the only way to stand out to these rich kids. You treat them respectfully but firmly." I want to give a shoutout to Writer's Loneliness and MysteryWriter2187. They motivated me to turn this into a formal story. As usual, feedback is welcomed, and I'm open to any story ideas that people want to give me. Pursuant to my policy, anyone who gives me good reviews gets their username featured in this book's credits.

CHAPTER ONE

Welcome to Fabulous REDSHORE City!

The horizontally-stretched diamond bearing those words injected excitement into every traveler. It didn't matter if you were a thrilled tourist in a minivan or a commuting resident in a coupe. The symbol of lavish opportunity was alluring to every kind of animal across the country, from the smallest mouse to the tallest giraffe, from animals of the jungle to animals of the tundra.

Jimmy Crystal was once an animal of the north. Thirty years ago, he left behind his family of potato farmers to pursue his dream of directing. He never looked back. His shameless, no-nonsense personality quickly propelled him into the heart of the industry. Film after film, musical after musical made him a household name. At the same time, the rapid growth of Redshore complemented his real estate investments, turning him from a millionaire to a billionaire. His business practices were controversial. Some thought his rhetoric would get the best of him, but the majority loved it. His charm was addictive, and so he remained untouchable. Animals came far and wide just to gape at his genius.

Then last year happened... A passionate koala by the name of Buster Moon humiliated him!

The koala was a nobody from Calatonia he hired to revive his struggling stage theatre. Moon's idea of an otherworldly experience was just the type of new Jimmy needed; however, as the show was being put together, the koala found it difficult to learn its place. Every animal under him only served to make him happy, and there were consequences if that was unfulfilled—and not the good kind. Jimmy's bedroom flatscreen lay in mangled fractions after the news broke of his daughter's firing. The koala had to go, but he did not count on his personal secretary betraying him.

Then everything fell apart...

His worst nightmare came to pass. The laughter of those sitting in his hotel theatre brought him back to those days as a skinny dog in his rural hometown. His friends, his schoolteachers, and even his own parents would laugh at him whenever he talked about his dream. They said he wouldn't amount to anything, that it was a waste of time, and that being a potato farmer was all he was destined to be. All he had was the she-wolf who would become Porsha's mother. She used to believe in him, but that was a decade ago. Now he was alone, locked up in a penitentiary with no possibility of parole.

So far, he had spent a few months with general population. Things weren't so bad. Being a large wolf meant that most other inmates kept their distance, but it also meant he was vulnerable to the most savage criminals, and that distinction belonged to the crocodile gangs. They were cold-blooded killers, and due to their extended sentences, they held tremendous power. They knew the compound inside out, every corrections officer and their rotations, and especially the flow of contraband since their power derived from their control of the prison's resources. They were unforgiving dealers, in many ways, not that different from Jimmy but that only him a target. On his first day, the most notorious gang cornered the wolf in his cell. Their leader, named Ren, set it straight.

"Ay, rich boy, you better mind ya business. We ain't afraid of no wolf, see. They call us the Twisters... 'cause when we bite, we ain't ever lettin' go 'til we're done rollin' over a hundred times and your spine is mushy mush!"

There was no doubt these crocs could kill him. Jimmy was big but not a skilled fighter. It was easy to imagine a speedy surrender if he was ever ambushed, yet he wasn't afraid either. Throughout his life, he learned that getting anything you want requires doing the most with the least, and this mentality was never lost in the sea of money. Jimmy's advantage was that he was better at business. He was no stranger to lucrative deals, so he became a one-man company to beat the crocs at their own game. He was more ambitious and more skilled than them. After a few months, there was barely enough space to navigate his cell as it was stocked with mountains of items ranging from canned fruit to toilet paper. A quarter of the inmates became loyal customers, and Jimmy was even able to pay for his own protection—but you couldn't be protected after nine P.M..

The threat to the crocodile gangs was real. As a result, they banded together. Using a large portion of their savings, they bribed the warden into unlocking Jimmy's cell in the middle of the night. They stormed the room all at once, grabbing the wolf in his sleep and handcuffing him. "Guys, no! Please don't do this!" Jimmy shouted.

They began destroying his commodities, smashing them into colorful smears with baseball bats. As five crocs pinned him against the bed, Ren held a jagged claw up to his fluffy neck. "I told you! We ain't afraid of no wolf! You've had your day in the sun! Now it's time to putchu out! See ya later, rich boy!"

"WAIT! WAIT! I CAN MAKE IT UP TO YA!"

The croc stopped short of staining his white fur.

"I'm listening..."

"My wealth wasn't confiscated... I have a daughter who's now old enough to inherit it. Spare me and you can have a piece of what she has. She's... impressionable."

"Just a piece?! What kind of deal is that?!" Ren retorted.

"We're talkin' a hundred million dollars."

Suddenly, all the crocs froze. That amount of money was the stuff of dreams. They knew Jimmy was rich but not stupid-rich. The opportunity the wolf presented seemed too good to be true.

"You're kiddin'! Tell me this is a joke!"

"It's not... but ya have to promise me somethin'. You cannot hurt my daughter... She's... all I have left. Just have her getchu the money then leave her alone. Please," the wolf begged.

The croc tapped his front teeth as he thought.

"Hmm... you really are good wit deals. I'll give ya that. Unfortunately, my brothers and I ain't the merciful types. See, we've never had a rival as consistently productive as you. We been studying you, so... we're gonna take a page out your playbook. This daughter of yours has access to ALL of your wealth, right? Why have a hundred million when you can have a billion? You've messed with the wrong crocs, you silly poodle. Now it's our turn to be ambitious. You're gonna tell us how we can trap her, and if she don't give up every last drop of dough, we'll kill her!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh, gosh, what've I done?!"

Meanwhile...

You're picture-perfect blue

Sunbathing on the moon

Stars shining as your bones illuminate

First kiss just like a drug

Under your influence

You take me over, you're the magic in my veins

This must be love

"Hey, I know that song!"

Porsha blushed, realizing the music in her earbuds had leaked past her ears. She promptly turned down the volume. "Sorry," she apologized.

The hyena shook her head. "Hey, no, it's totally fine! Play it through the speakers. I wanna jam!"

Porsha unlinked the earbuds from her phone and pressed play. She then turned the volume up to the max. The two animals danced as they sang the chorus.

Boom! Clap! The sound of my heart

The beat goes on and on and on and on and

Boom! Clap! You make me feel good

Come on to me, come on to me now

Boom! Clap! The sound of my heart

The beat goes on and on and on and on and

Boom! Clap! You make me feel good

Come on to me, come on to me now

Ding! The number, fifty-one, displayed on the screen

"Well, here's my floor." The hyena stepped off the elevator. "See ya later, um... Porsha, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Evangeline." The hyena took a bow before the door separated them.

"Evangeline... That's a nice name!" the wolf said to herself.

She proceeded up to her destination, the one hundred and twentieth floor, where her new subordinate, Suki Lane, awaited. With the song playing in her earbuds again, she twirled her way through the hallways and into Suki's office.

"Porsha!" Suki exclaimed. "Glad you're here. A little late but that's okay. Have a seat."

Porsha turned off her phone and sat in the chair in front of Suki's desk.

"Wassup? You texted me to meet you here."

"Yes... There are things we need to discuss."

"Is this about your new responsibilities? I told everyone that you're the boss now! You're perfect for it, Suki!"

"Thanks, Porsha," she replied, fiddling with a pen. "I'm really grateful that you've let me take up your father's responsibilities. I really am, but here's the thing, sweetheart. Our current setup is—how should I put it?—unusual."

"What do ya mean?"

"As you know, your father left you with... everything he owned, including his businesses."

"Well, of course, I know that!" The wolf leaned back and placed her shoes on the desk.

"That includes this business," the Saluki continued, "and, well, this business has to keep running."

"Then let it run. I'm sure it needs the exercise."

"No, Porsha, listen. The board of directors say enough time has passed since the incident with your father. They want to resume all operations, but because of what happened last year, everything has to be rebranded."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"We have to drop your name from the company. It's not gonna be Crystal Entertainment anymore. It has to be... something else."

"Ooo! We can call it Porsha Crystal Entertainment!"

Suki slapped her face and sighed. "No, Porsha... Ugh..."

"Just spit it out, Suki. What does the board of connectors want?"

"They... They want... They want you to make me CEO!" she blurted.

The wolf shrugged her shoulders. "Hm, okay. You're the CEO now."

"Wait. What? Just like that?" The Saluki blinked.

"Ya said ya had to be CEO. You're CEO now."

"Wow. Umm... That is... That is great! Thank you, Porsha!" The two of them shook hands. "You do realize you just lost thirty billion dollars."

"Meh. I still got like twenty billion left. That's twice as much, right?"

"Umm... sure. Hey, also, I just wanted to ask you this in person. How are you doing? Nobody's really heard from you lately. Are you doing okay? I notice the news cycles have been loving you."

"Too much," Porsha replied. "Anyway, I don't wanna talk about it." Porsha stood up from the chair, preparing to leave.

"Are you sure? You know, you can talk to me about anything."

"I'm sure..." Before exiting, she played another song. With both hands in her pockets, she listened intently on the way back to the elevator.

I... must... give the impression

That I have the answers for everything

You... were... so disappointed

To see me unravel so easily

It's only change

It's only everything I know

It's only change

And I'm only changing

Songs: Boom Clap by Charli XCX and Still by Ben Folds

(This was written from October 28th to October 30th, 2022)