Luna huffed as she carried the carton in her arms. What did Lynn always say? Lift from the arms? Or from the knees? With a huff, she put it down inside Chunk's van. While she caught her breath, Chunk walked around the open door of his van, easily carried two even larger cartons.

"Okay, those were the last ones" he said as he put them down. Turning to Luna, he tipped his purple beret at her. "Thanks for helping me packing up. That should be plenty for a little tour around the country.

Though still panting, Luna waved it off. "No probs, Chunk. It was cool I finally got to see where you live – or, well, lived." She couldn't help but sigh a little as she said that.

"Chin up, love" Chunk said, patting her shoulder with his huge hand. "Tis not like I'll be gone forever. Those company-constructed bands are always gone in a flash - I'll be back before the end of the season."

"You mean fall?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Still going to be weird without you around" Luna said a little sadly. "You taught us all so much about music, rock and roll and how to put up a gig. Aaaaand how to clean up when things gets a little out of hand…"

"Tis not a good show unless someone loses a guitar" Chunk said, making Luna chuckle. Still, a sad look remained in her eyes. "Hey now, love, what's wrong?" he asked more seriously. "You can't just be sad for lil' ol' me leaving Royal Woods. Someone rained on your parade?"

Luna rubbed her shoulder. "I did, kind of." She took in a deep breath. "I was with Sam on a concert last night."

Chunk sat down at the edge of his van. "What happened? Had a fight?"

"Can't tell." Sitting down next to him, Luna folded her hands in her lap. "It's just… I think I did something that might have hurt her feelings.

Chunk raised an eyebrow. "You think you did?"

"I don't know. The thing is, Sam doesn't like to dance. And well, the music was so good, I got carried away and started dancing, and she said it was okay, but…" She started twiddling her thumbs. "You know when someone says something is okay but it's not really okay, and you know it's not, but you do it anyway because you'd feel awkward not doing it when they say it's okay, but it's still awkward and nothing is okay – you get what I mean?"

Lifting his beret Chunk scratched his head. "Tryin' to. Been a while since I was a teenager." He shook his head. "Listen, Luna, if you think there is a problem between you and Sam, you should go and talk to her about it.

"You think so?" She twiddled her thumbs faster. "I mean she said it was okay, even though it was not okay, so if I bring it up it might get even more awkward and…

"Hey, hey, hey, now don't start with that again! You've got a bad habit of letting stuff go round inside your head until it your brain's all mashed potatoes."

With a smirk, Luna nudged him in the side. "Hey."

"Just go talk to her. I'm sure you two will figure it out." His van wobbled a bit as he got up. "Well, better be on my way. Gotta pay a few more mates a visit before I hit the road."

"You're not gonna leave till tonight, though?" Luna asked as she got up, too. "The other Moon Goats would hate to miss you."

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere before I've settled all things here, even if that manager is gonna chop off my head for it." He tipped his beret at Luna. "Thanks again for giving me this chance."

"I'm the one who's gotta thank you, mate" Luna said. "For supporting me, teaching me about music – and all those tips about British accent."

"Heh, that was in my own interest, love. First time I heard you trying a British accent it made my ears bleed." The two laughed, then hugged each other. "Take care of yourself, Luna.

"You too, Chunk."

The two split up, Chunk heading for his van and Luna down the street. After a few steps however, she stopped. "Um, Chunk? Can you do me one more favor?"

Chunk, about to climb into the driver's seat, turned towards her. "Sure – what is it, love?"

Mustering her courage, Luna clenched her fists. "Can you, um, drop me off at Sam's place?"