*Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter for Sing! This is published on March 29, 2021. If you like this chapter, please don't be afraid to vote and spam the comment section. That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Dark themes like suicide. Enjoy!*

Johnny, Ash, Mike, and Nancy were walking down the streets while Rosita and Gunter escorted Meena home so that she could be protected.

Mike was on Johnny's shoulder while Nancy was on Ash's, avoiding the quills from her hair.

"Well, that's a ride," Mike uttered while Johnny looked around the city.

"Yeah, I would say so," Johnny responded while glancing at Ash and the mice. "You know, just to be safe, you guys can stay at my house for the night. Ash's cottage wouldn't be a safe place since Lance would be there."

Ash gruffed at the thought of Lance while the group made their way to Johnny's house. Johnny was the first to open the garage, revealing his work-out place.

"Whoa, Johnny boy! No wonder you got abs!" Mike blurted out loud as both Ash and Johnny walked in with the mice on their shoulders.

Johnny sighed heavily while closing the garage. "It's just a hobby."

"A great one! I tell you that!" Mike responded, his voice echoing in the garage.

Johnny glanced at Ash. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Oh no, I'm fine, Johnny. Thank you," Ash declined the offer.

"I think we're fine," Nancy uttered with a smile.

"Can I get a coke?" Mike asked while Johnny scratched the back of his head.

"I don't have a miniature one," Johnny responded while scratching his head.

"Oh...well, nevermind then," Mike replied while Ash explored the house from the garage with Nancy on her shoulder.

Mike hopped onto the workbench while looking at the nifty tools. "Is this yours or your dad's?"

"My dad's," Johnny responded while punching the small bag above his head to exercise with one free arm.

Mike nodded his head in understanding while noticing more cars. "Geez Louise, you got all the sweet vehicles here."

"Y-Yeah," Johnny uttered, focused on somewhere.

Mike noticed this while looking at what Johnny was looking at and that's when he noticed the gorilla staring at Ash, who's just looking around the house with Nancy on her shoulder.

Mike darted his gaze between Johnny and Ash and smiled mischievously.

"Hey, Johnny, mind if I ask you a question?" Mike inquired with a sly grin.

Johnny snapped out of it and glanced down at Mike. "Sure, what's up?"

"Why did you take off your shirt when you're scaring off Lance?" Mike questioned while watching Johnny stopped immediately.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious."

Johnny pondered for a moment. "Um...well, I was just scaring him off."

"By showing off your masculinity? I like your style."

"Yeah, yeah, I kind of was, wasn't I? I knew that it scared Lance away...so...I just chased him shirtless," Johnny responded with a nervous chuckle.

"Uh-huh, the reason wouldn't happen to be just to impress Ash, right?"

"I mean, yeah. I like her and--" Johnny stopped mid-sentence with eyes widened comically as he slowly turned his head down at Mike, who cornered a smug smirk.

"Caught ya," Mike replied with a little laugh.

Johnny began to stammer. "Uh-uh-I mean I like her as-as a friend and--"

"And?" Mike urged with a smirk.

"And-and that's all."

Mike wasn't buying it at all. "There's something more, is there?"

"No."

Mike tilted his head, giving him a lopsided grin. "Eh, I'm not sure I believe ya, Johnny."

"It's-it's the truth," Johnny stuttered while breathing rapidly.

"Kid, you make a great fighter, singer, and pianist. But you ain't a good liar," Mike responded smugly.

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, I have a crush on her."

"There's the Johnny I know!" Mike replied happily. "So...what caused this crush?"

Johnny sat by the workbench where Mike was standing. "Well...I don't know...I got to know her and...I like her. She's nice, funny, beautiful, a total rockstar--"

"Ah yes, she's the star pupil," Mike uttered while sitting on the workbench. "Have you ever told her?"

Johnny blinked for a second. "No...I mean, what if I did? You know how people are going to react. A gorilla with a porcupine--"

"Do you care?" Mike questioned.

"What?"

"Do you care about how people will react?"

"No--"

"Then screw them," Mike responded while scooching closer to the nervous gorilla. "This relationship is between you and Ash."

"I'm also fearful of how Ash will react--"

"I'm sure she'll love to go out with you. Come on, Johnny, you're a good catch. I bet all the ladies in different species would fall right into your arms. You're good-looking, passionate, caring, soulful, and thoughtful. I bet anyone would kill to be your lover right now."

Johnny blushed a bit. "So...how did you know I have a crush on Ash?"

"Well, the shirtless part seemed a little suspicious. And the way Ash said she saw you shirtless once."

"She-She said that?"

"Oh yeah, she thinks you're a good-looking guy."

"Alright...since you're a relationship expert...what should I do?"

Mike pondered about it.

~.~

Meanwhile, Ash was in the messy living room, seeing all the dents on the furniture with Nancy on her shoulder.

"My, my, this place is a mess," Nancy ignited the conversation.

"Yeah," Ash stated while sitting on the dented couch while Nancy slid off of her and landed on the coffee table.

"So...what's up with you and Johnny?" Nancy asked while looking at Ash.

"W-What?"

"You and Johnny. What's up with you guys?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you guys seemed intimate and--"

"Whoa, whoa, we're just friends."

"Mmhm, 'friends'," Nancy replied while using her fingers to quote.

"No, not 'friends'. Friends."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that doesn't seem convincing. At least not to me."

Ash sighed heavily. "Well...I like Johnny but I-I-"

"You what?"

Ash looked around the room with a deep sigh again. "Please promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Not even Mike?"

"Mike's going to act like a jerk if he hears about this," Ash responded.

Nancy nodded her head in agreement. "What is it then?"

Ash frowned. "After Lance cheated on me...I decided to not fall in love again. But...with Johnny...I just--I don't know. I don't want to fall in love again because I don't trust...well, it's not Johnny--"

"It's that fear of being in a relationship with someone else and have them leave you the same way your ex did," Nancy finished her sentence.

Ash nodded her head. "You and Mike had been together for a while...how did you guys do it?"

Nancy giggled. "Well, Mike and I don't have the most perfect relationship but we get each other's back whenever something bad happens. No matter what situations arises, we always find a way to work through them...even if it takes time."

Ash pondered about what Nancy said.

"You know, Johnny is protective of you. That's why I asked. You and Johnny do seem like a cute couple."

"Well...what if he's just another Lance--?"

Nancy laughed a bit. "Oh, I highly doubt that. As far as Mike told me about Johnny, he's a good guy."

"Well, Lance seems like a good guy until he cheated on me."

"Has Lance checked to see you're okay before and throughout your relationship?"

Ash frowned, looking back at her relationship. "No."

"Has he listened to you and let you voice your opinions throughout your relationship?"

"No."

"Has he protected you from harm?"

Ash was about to unleash tears until Nancy climbed back up on her shoulder and patted her cheek.

"No. Not at all," Ash uttered, trying not to break down.

Nancy stroked Ash's cheek to comfort her. "Has Johnny checked to see if you're okay?"

Ash nodded her head. "Yeah."

"Has Johnny listened to you and let you voice your own opinions?"

"Yeah."

"Has Johnny protected you from harm?"

"Yeah...what is your point?" Ash inquired Nancy.

Nancy gazed at Ash sympathetically. "Not all guys are going to be like Lance. You know, I was in a relationship before I met Mike. At first, I thought we're perfect together but he used me and took advantage of me. Eventually, I left him and...well, I met Mike. At first, I didn't think Mike was my type until we started dating and he was a bit more than just some ego performer. Well, for one, he buys jewelry for me and protects me from anyone who comes near me. I know Mike can come off as greedy to others but he has changed a lot since that night...that night of the performances. Again, we didn't have the most perfect relationship but we try to find ways to work through them. So...give love a second chance. Go up to him and tell him how you feel. And don't worry, just stay true to yourself. You'll do fine, sweetie."

Ash smiled softly to herself. "Thanks, Nancy."

"It's no problem."

Ash frowned. "But...I'm still a bit scared. What if he sees the darkest part of me?"

Nancy patted Ash's cheek softly. "That comes later."

~.~

"Alright, Johnny boy!" Mike announced while scanning Johnny from head to toe. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Johnny responded, a bit terrified of seeing where this was going.

Mike took Johnny by the leather fabric of Johnny's fabric jacket while examining it. "Black leather jacket, ooh, bonus attraction."

"I'm sorry, what does this have to do with asking Ash out?"

Mike looked at his green t-shirt and plain jeans. "Do you usually wear those on dates?"

"I've never been on dates," Johnny uttered frantically.

"Well, do you wear those on formal gatherings?"

"Maybe," Johnny answered with a shrug.

Mike gasped. "Johnny boy, that's not--no-no-no. Nope. Just no. No."

Johnny began to sweat profusely as Mike glanced down at his feet.

"What are those?!" Mike screeched as Johnny jumped back in panic, causing him to fall off of his chair.

"What?" Johnny gasped as Ash ran into the room with Nancy on her shoulder.

"What happened?" Ash asked urgently.

Mike breathed heavily. "Are those...sneakers?"

Johnny nodded his head. "Ye-Yeah."

"Oh, Johnny boy. Oh, no, no, no. That's a no-no on many fashion statements," Mike responded while shaking his head.

Both Ash and Nancy gave him a deadpan stare.

"I'll just have a conversation with my crazy boyfriend," Nancy said while hopping down from Ash's shoulder and climbed up on the workbench to grab Mike by the big ears.

"Ouch, babe, that hurts," Mike groaned in pain as both of the mice reached under the car far from Ash and Johnny.

"Are you okay?" Ash asked Johnny while helping him back up.

"Bloody hell, Mike gave me a heart attack," Johnny cursed while looking at his injured arm in the sling.

Ash sighed deeply. "Well, Nancy is having a proper talk with him. Why are you guys talking about clothes?"

Johnny blushed while scratching the back of his head. "Eh, no apparent reason."

Meanwhile, Nancy and Mike were alone together under the car farthest away from Johnny and Ash.

"What are you doing? You just scared the bejeebies out of Johnny," Nancy scolded him quietly.

"What? The kid's got a crush on Ash," Mike responded while rubbing his ear.

Nancy immediately widened her eyes. "Wait...what did you just say?"

"I just said Johnny's got a crush on Ash."

Nancy gasped. "No way. Ash just told me that she has a crush on Johnny."

"Heh, the typical romance where both have a crush on each other but too afraid to tell each other. That's a classic," Mike responded with a chuckle.

Nancy looked at her boyfriend. "But she's afraid to tell him."

"Same here with Johnny. I mean, Johnny didn't know how to ask Ash out on the date or what to even wear on dates," Mike implied.

"That's why you guys are talking about clothes."

"Yep. I mean...it's important to look formal in a date."

Nancy pondered for a moment. "You know what, I think I just got an idea."

She whispered the plan to Mike, who smiled mischievously while hearing her whisper in his ear.

"I love the sound of that, babe. Let's do it," Mike responded with a bright grin.

"Alright, but we can't let Johnny and Ash know. Okay?"

"Come on, babe, since when am I terrible at keeping secrets?" There's a pause. "Nevermind, don't answer that."

Nancy giggled and kissed Mike on the cheek. They both exited away from the vehicle and approached both Ash and Johnny, who were just conversing about music and the musical within itself.

"I mean, if you tune a piano, you can't tuna fish," Johnny replied, causing Ash to smile and giggle.

"Right. But you can definitely tune a guitar," Ash responded with a laugh.

"So, what conversations are we having?" Nancy interrupted the moment with a simple smile.

"Oh, we're just being random," Ash answered with a blush, earning a discreet smirk from both of the mice.

Nancy climbed up on Ash's shoulder. "Hey, Ash, I got something to tell you. In private."

"Oh...uh, okay."

"Hey, Ash, Nancy," Johnny called before Ash could walk away. "If you ever want to sleep, you can sleep on my bed. Although, it's a bit messy."

"Then, where will you sleep?" Ash asked with a brow arched.

"I'll sleep on the couch. Don't worry," Johnny stated with a soft smile.

Ash turned around with a small smile and walked away, not knowing Johnny watching her depart into the house.

"Ah, ain't she a looker?" Mike spoke, resting on top of his head suddenly while making googly eyes at both Ash and Nancy.

Johnny blushed madly while noticing Mike on top of his head. "Uh-uh-who?"

"Oh, I was talking about Nancy. What? Do you think I'm talking about Ash? Nah-uh, not my type. Besides, that's your girl to steal," Mike answered while sitting up on the gorilla's head. "Speaking of looks, I have the most perfect idea for tomorrow."

"And what's that?" Johnny asked meekly in his British accent.

"Have you ever been into a haberdashery? In other words, have you been into the suit shop?"

"I don't believe I have," Johnny responded while looking at Mike.

"Your father never took you there?"

Johnny gave Mike a deadpan stare. "I've been raised in a gang."

"So, I'm going with a no on that one. Well, here's the thing, Johnny boy, when asking a girl out to date, you oughta dress nice. Not dressed as a hobo...no offense."

"I'm not sure if I should even take the offense," Johnny replied.

"Look, I know ladies are attracted to men who wear a suit and tie. With that sparkling gold watch on his wrist--"

"I highly doubt that Ash would even care--"

"Well, you can get rid of the watch, but what I'm getting at is that looks are the first thing a person is going to see. If you dress like a hobo, you ain't getting any approval. Hate to break it to ya, kid, but that's how society works. And it's not just about asking Ash out...it's literally asking anybody out. I mean, asking someone out to dinner. You gotta look nice, take your showers, and keep yourself clean and neat," Mike explained while climbing down from Johnny and landed on the workbench next to the gorilla.

"But you said I was good-looking--"

"I know, shirt and shirtless you look good. You kept yourself fit and that's healthy but sometimes fashion can do that talking for ya," Mike responded. "So...what do you say? Want to go to a tailor to get you that perfect suit?"

Johnny arched a brow. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea. I don't know anything about fashion."

"Pish posh, I know all about fashion and I do believe Gunter does too--"

"Wait! We're getting more people involved?!" Johnny had his eyes widened in shock.

"Why yes, we are," Mike responded while making a skype call on his small miniature phone.

Gunter answered with a phone in a decent length away from his face, who was on the purple mat of his shabby apartment room, and stretched his limbs.

"Mike?" Gunter recognized.

"Gunter, my buddy--"

"We're not buddies--"

"Yeah, yeah, question, would you say you're a fashion expert?"

Gunter pondered for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. Why?"

"We're getting Johnny's suit tailored for a special occasion," Mike answered with a small wink at Johnny, who rolled his brown eyes skywards.

"Really?!" Gunter shouted excitedly. "Ooh, I know the best tailors in town!"

"Awesome. You up for tomorrow after the script pitch?" Mike asked with a small smile.

"Uh, ya!" Gunter responded excitedly.

"Alright, man, I'll let you continue with...whatever you are doing," Mike replied while hanging up the phone. "Alright, Johnny boy, you're all set."

"Ooh, this is going to be a long day tomorrow," Johnny groaned deeply.

~.~

"Dress shopping?" Ash asked Nancy while they both explored Johnny's messy room. Of course, Ash didn't say Johnny's was just as messy as hers. In fact, hers was worst than his if she had to compare the two. However, Nancy just offered a ridiculous idea of going dress shopping that took her mind off of the gorilla's room. "Why?"

"Just to get your mind off of Lance. We can invite the girls and have ourselves a great time! We can gossip, try on clothes, and even try on some make-up," Nancy suggested with a bright smile.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not that type of girl," Ash responded, her tone coming off snarky.

"Well, what if you had to attend a very special event?"

"Well, I'll just wear a dress from the theater--"

"Oh no, no, you need something fancy...something that will pull someone in," Nancy responded while nudging on her cheek.

Ash arched a brow. "Wait a minute...pull someone in...like who? Johnny?"

"I don't know, will it be Johnny?" Nancy asked innocently.

However, Ash could tell that Nancy was hiding something. "What are you planning?"

"Just a simple dress shopping for us girls. As I said, we could talk crap about Lance, talk about cute boys, and gossip about the latest things."

Ash groaned while pondering deeply.

"I promise it'll be fun," Nancy bribed with a small smile.

Ash rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess it won't hurt to spend time with the girls."

"Awesome! I'll go get the others!" Nancy responded with a bright smile.

~.~

Buster stayed up later than he intended to in his office, trying to find more records about his mother and his father but couldn't. He's got bags under his eyes while he drank some coffee to keep himself awake.

"How desperate are you to fight for this theater?"

Buster glanced up while narrowing his gaze at the cheetah with a smirk on her face.

"Come on, seriously?! I locked the window!" Buster barked at the cheetah.

"Your door was unlocked," the cheetah pointed at his office door. "I heard you're making a musical."

"Who-Who told you that?" Buster interrogated. He didn't remember telling anyone but Eddie, his employees, and Milla.

"I have my resources," the cheetah answered vaguely as she came into the light, her fur matted with dirt and a scar on one of her eyes. "You think a musical is going to make me go away?"

"Look, I don't know who you are or why you want this theater but I'm going to prove to you that I earned this theater."

The cheetah scoffed. "So that's it? You're trying to prove to me that you worked hard when in reality...your father and Nana were the ones who worked hard--"

"He tried to take care of me. He gave up everything to--"

"Take this theater from us," the cheetah growled while glaring at Buster. "You know, the Moon I know wouldn't waste his time washing cars to buy this theater. He's a crook...just like the rest of us."

"He's not a crook," Buster snarled while tears edging out of his blue eyes. "And I looked through the records and found nothing bad about him--"

The cheetah rolled her eyes. "Because he erased it. He wiped it away from the records, Mr. Moon...or should I even call you that?"

Buster began to tense up, getting more angrier by the minute. "Get out."

The cheetah smirked wider. "At least you got the same energy as your father. You know, Mr. Moon, I could've killed you right now."

"Why aren't you going to?"

"Because you seem to be killing yourself slowly by the hour," the cheetah responded grimly. "You're so desperate to save everyone and this theater at the same time. Someday, you'll have to choose one or the other, Buster."

"It's Mr. Moon to you. Get out!" Buster demanded while the cheetah made her way out of the door.

The cheetah stopped by the doorway, losing her smirk. "Mr. Moon."

Buster glanced up angrily.

"I would look through your records. Some things may surprise you," the cheetah uttered while exiting the office.

Buster breathed heavily, almost ready to scream until he glanced down at all the papers scattered on his desk. All of those records were erased? Then where will he get the ones that had his father's name on them? Buster sighed heavily while spinning his chair to look up at the portraits. The one with his father in it and the other with his theater family in them. The koala caressed the portrait while remembering the night before he opened the old Moon Theater.

Flashback:

"Dad! Dad!" Buster shouted excitedly, his eyes gleamed when entering the small shabby apartment. "Guess what?! The theater is going to have a lot of upgrades--" Buster suddenly heard sobbing while he carefully navigated through the small rooms in the apartment until he got to the living room, seeing his father with his back arched forward and hand pressed against his forehead.

"Dad?" Buster spoke, gaining his father's attention.

His father cleared his throat while turning to his son. "Hey, son."

"Is everything okay?" Buster asked, a bit of worry in his tone.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I-uh-I'm just proud of you is all," his father uttered while looking at his son and placed his hand on his shoulder. "You're going to become something big, son. And I'm extremely proud of you."

Buster smiled at his father. "Thanks, Dad."

"I have something for you," his father uttered while giving the bucket that had his last name engraved on it.

"Is that--?"

"The bucket I used to wash cars with...it's yours now."

"Oh...Dad, I-uh--"

"Just something that will remind you of me whenever you look at it." His father gave Buster the bucket, earning a small smile from Buster.

"I'll cherish this forever, Dad," Buster responded while hugging his father.

Unbeknownst to the young bright-eyed koala, his father frowned and hugged him so tightly. However, Buster noticed the papers and pen on the table in front of the couch.

"Dad...what are those papers?"

His father quickly broke away from him. "Oh...those? Well, I thought that you might need help making the speech tomorrow--"

"Don't worry, Dad, I got this."

His father giggled. "You sure do."

"Well, I better get some sleep tomorrow and dream big dreams!" Buster responded with a bright smile. He ran towards his bedroom while his father frowned again and sighed heavily in shame.

Present:

Buster's eyes were finally open. That night, his father was hiding something and he's too ignorant to know what that was. Buster didn't sit for a minute to ponder about it as he left the theater as quickly as he could, pulling his rusty old bike out and pedaled all the way through the town, hoping that his father's apartment has been left standing. He arrived at the apartment complex called "New Heights" in a terrible neighborhood as he tossed his bike aside and rushed inside of the building. He remembered the room number, what it smelled like, and thought that it might be covered in dust. He ran up the stairs, knowing full well that the elevator wasn't working according to the sign and caution tape blocking it.

Apartment 49.

Buster was sure of it until he got to the door on the fifth floor. He breathed heavily from running up the stairs and knocked on the door to see who's living in it now.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Buster called while pressing his paw up against the creaky door gently, letting it open.

It's unlocked?

Buster pushed the door further to open to the apartment that he always remembered. Except it's now messy and dusty that caused him to cough. He slowly walked through the apartment with creaks from the wooden floor on each step. Buster looked around the place while stepping on something on the floor.

He glanced down and noticed a hangman's noose laying the floor with the end cut off. Buster breathed heavily while looking around the place. The koala searched further into the apartment after picking up the noose.

Buster rummaged through his old room. Nothing there. Then he entered his father's room right next to his and saw that his stuff was still there.

"Okay, Dad, what secrets do you hide?" Buster asked in determination while trying to search throughout his father's room. Through the drawers, the closet, and under the bed.

When nothing was found, Buster let out a defeated sigh and leaned against the wall that didn't quite look right, causing the panel on the wall to open right behind him and made him fall on his back. Buster glanced up while his blue eyes were shot wide in shock.

Buster looked around to make sure no one was following him as he got up and entered the secret room without even thinking. He flipped the switch the room lit up. It's an office!

"I didn't know you have an office, Dad," Buster responded with a small chortle and searched through the office. There's a picture of him and his father up on the desk, causing him to smile. But then...there's a picture of his father, someone else who's a cheetah, and the familiar cheetah but she's younger than she was now. With an arched brow, Buster took the photo out of the small metal frame and examined it. He flipped over and read:

Arthur Moon, Chester Bellows, Chirea Bellows.

"Chirea?" Buster questioned himself while opening his front drawer on his desk and took out the first piece of paper that read:

"Dear Buster, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" Buster asked nervously, knowing something in the pit of his stomach but he couldn't accept it. His father had nothing to be sorry for...he had no regrets. Right?

Buster took out another piece of paper that read:

"Buster, please, forgive me."

Buster breathed heavily while taking another piece of paper out from the same drawer that read:

"Buster, I can't take it anymore."

Buster began to become teary-eyed, shaking his head quickly. "No. No, I refused to believe that. My father was happy! My father was loving, kind, and nurturing! My father wasn't a crook! He's not a criminal! He didn't kill anyone! He's a great guy and everyone loves him! You hear me?!?" Buster's voice increased volume that the building shook at his echo, even though he's only here by himself. "He's proud of me!!! He said so himself!"

Buster couldn't even think properly while taking out all the notes his father wrote and dumping them on the floor, the papers already crumbled. He pulled the drawers out of the desk, finding more papers with notes like: "Buster, I'm sorry", "Please, forgive me...I don't want to let you down", and "Buster, I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry". Buster thrusted the last drawer out of the desk, breathing heavily and angrily. His little body shook while he glanced at his paws, noticing the paper cuts everywhere. Buster began to sob loudly while grabbing his head, knowing that no one will hear him but him.

"Why?" Buster uttered from his tears as he took out the noose. If he stretched it wide enough...it could fit his head as well as his father's. He breathed heavily while trembling. "Why?"

He talked to the noose but he knew that he wouldn't get an answer to it. His breaths were shaky until he noticed a note that didn't have his name on it this time.

"Ms. Crawly?" Buster uttered as he picked up the paper and noticed the letter to her. It's about a couple of pages but the words there were faded. However, he could read it well.

"Dear Ms. Crawly,

You're the last person my son's got left. I can't deal with this life anymore. But...I can't say it in front of Buster. I knew how much that boy will be determined to help fix me but he won't understand what I've done in the past will come back to haunt me. I can't let my son deal with those people. I can't let my son deal with the crimes I've done in the past. If people discovered what I've done, they'll take the theater away from my boy. And I can't have that. I can't have that for Buster. I fought for that theater because I know my son loves it. That's not the life I want my son to live in. With the big dream of his, he's going to go a lot farther than me. Make sure you stick by Buster and help him with the theater. Through the hard times, through the best times, and whatever you do...don't tell Buster how I will die. He'll take the blame upon himself when in reality, it's not his fault. I want my son to live the best life...I am the one to blame for fighting so hard for the theater. Tell Buster that I love him. But don't ever tell him about what I'm about to do.

With love, Arthur Moon."

Buster took a moment to process this information, breathing heavily while stuffing the note in his suit, and exited out of the secret office. 

To Be Continued...