Ally sat at the piano, glad to finally have a few minutes of downtime just to work on music.
Everything had been so busy lately; what with all the shipments coming in, having to do inventory, her accidentally hiring Dallas, and her dad still not knowing, she was glad to be able to relax, even if it was just for a little while.
"Hey Ally!" Austin greeted her as he entered the practice room, still spinning a basketball on his finger.
"Hey Austin." Ally replied.
"Wanna work on a song?" Austin asked.
"Are you sure you'd be able to?" Ally questioned him. "I mean, you would only be able to use one hand and you might drop the ball."
"Ally, please." Austin said. "I'm Austin Moon, I can do anything; and that includes write a song with my songwriting parter while I'm spinning a basketball on my finger without dropping it."
"I envy your confidence." Ally said, shaking her head amusedly.
Austin rolled his eyes playfully, before focusing his eyes on the piano keys.
As usual, Ally was right. Turns out playing the piano with one hand and spinning a basketball with the other isn't easy. Go figure.
Austin was definitely struggling. He nearly dropped the ball multiple times.
He ended up having to stand next to the piano bench and watch Ally come up with melodies then give his opinion. Not the ideal songwriting situation.
About a half an hour into their strange songwriting set up, they heard a knock on the practice room door.
Ally's hands ceased playing as she turned to meet Austin's eyes; both musicians wearing a look of suspicion on their faces.
The normal occupants of Sonic Boom never knocked on the practice room door. If the door was shut, it meant someone was doing work. Either Austin and Ally were writing, Trish was putting together upcoming events for Austin, Dez was editing, or the four friends were all working on something together.
Lester knew the signs. He was able to decode who was in the practice room before even entering.
Which is why Austin and Ally were not used to hearing a knock. Because nobody ever knocked. They would just enter the room; they being Trish, Dez, and Ally's father (who rarely went in the room).
"Come in." Ally called out somewhat anxiously.
The door opened and Dallas walked in.
"Oh, hey guys, are you busy?" he asked.
"NO." Ally replied quickly, nearly screaming at the boy.
Austin turned and gave her a strange look.
"Sorry, I meant, nah bro we ain't busy, wassup wit chew?" Ally said, trying to regain her cool but failing miserably.
Austin placed the hand that wasn't spinning a basketball over his eyes, unable to watch the train wreck that was Ally trying to speak to Dallas without looking like a complete buffoon.
"Umm..." Dallas said hesitantly. "I was just wondering if you could come show me how to work the register again? I feel like I'm doing something wrong."
"Oh, yeah! Of course I can do that!" Ally said, quickly standing up from her seat at the piano bench and nearly knocking the basketball out of Austin's hand.
"Whoa!" Austin said as he regained his control of the spinning ball on his finger, his other hand resting on Ally's back since she lost her balance when she almost stood up on top of his feet.
"We'll finish the song later, yeah?" Ally said, turning to Austin.
Austin was silent for a few long moments.
"Yeah! Yeah!" he said quickly after zoning out.
"Awesome!" Ally said, before she and Dallas existed the room.
Austin's mind was racing.
He had just zoned out because he had realized Ally had just deserted him and their songwriting session for another guy.
He wasn't sure how he felt about it.
But he was sure his feelings towards it were not positive in any way.
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