Told you I would get around to writing the sequel. R&R

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my OCs.

"Okay, thank you," Buster said before hanging up the phone, and sighing.

Normally it would be easy for him to set up a show, especially when it was a charity event he could donate the profits of to the entire hospital if enough animals showed up. But the only problem was there was a rumor going around the entire city that Johnny had died, thanks to Lance's video. Of course, that rumor was slowly dying down, and being dismissed thanks to the Moon Theatre Group's social media posts easing the public's worries for Johnny. But Buster was more worried about Johnny's eventual return to school, because things had gotten so bad at school for Johnny, that he considered dropping out until he and Rosita talked him out of it. So he knew that if Johnny showed up to the school where the rumor would still linger, it may damage his reputation even more; especially if that Tyler kid Johnny talked about got a hold of the gossip. And he had just gotten off the phone with Nana, asking if she could donate some money. But she said she was donating to a different cause, and refused.

"Coffee?" a voice asked.

"Thank you Ms. Cra-"

Stopping mid-sentence because he knew the voice did not belong to Ms. Crawly, he looked over, and saw a crested porcupine that had to be a few years younger than Ash standing there in the same outfit as Lance; except her undershirt was green rather than blue.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Getting you some coffee since Crawly's not here," she said, taking a sip from the iced latte in her paw.

Looking at the cup she had set on his desk, Buster shook his head, and nudged it away with his pencil.

"I'm sorry, but I don't trust you not to poison me," he said. "What do you really want?"

"Can I be in the concert?" the porcupine asked.

"You broke into my theatre to ask me that?" he asked.

"I didn't break in. The door was unlocked," she said, putting a hand on her hip and rolling her eyes.

"I doubt that," he said, packing up to go to Eddie's place for the night. "And if you really want to be in the show, you have to audition like everyone else. And auditions start tomorrow."

"Okay," she said, taking the cup off his desk.

~Meanwhile~

"Johnny, exactly how long are you just going to lay there and pout?" Lance asked, as he pulled his shirt over his head; being released from the hospital early since his injury was only a flesh wound. "I know you're upset that you might not be able to see your dad again for another ten years. But just sitting here and sulking isn't going to help anything. And even I'm telling you this."

"Well, I can't exactly work up the bail money from a hospital bed," Johnny said, as Becky came in with more donuts. "I was already working two jobs before I got shot, and struggling to keep my reputation up at school."

"Would now be a good time to tell him you recorded him getting shot, and put it on the internet?" Becky asked, making Johnny's eyes go wide, as Lance hissed at her to be quiet.

"You did what?" he asked, looking at Lance in betrayal. "Lance, what were you thinking? People are going to think I died."

"There's already a rumor about that spreading around the entire city," Astrid said, as she entered the room, and took the donuts from Becky. "But on the bright side, at least you'll be greatly missed."

"Please don't tell me they set up a memorial," he groaned.

"Some lion from the local high school was when I was on my way here," she said, making him let out a defeated sigh.

"That's it," he said. "My life is over."

"Don't you think you're being a little over dramatic," Lance asked.

"Weren't you the one that caused this mess?" Astrid said to him, as she dug into the donut bag, and pulled out a donut that had a light tan glaze and a yellow colored pastry cream. "Heads up Johnny."

Seeing his sister toss the donut to the bed bound gorilla, Lance watched as it landed on Johnny's face with a splat, and felt just a little bit bad for Johnny because the poor guy was so depressed that he couldn't see his dad again that he didn't even move to wipe the filling off his face.

"Johnny, you're supposed to eat it," Becky said, making Lance fight the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Because if he didn't regret cheating on Ash with her before, he did now because Becky was a complete ditz.

"And to think, you left a rising star for that bimbo," Astrid hissed in his ear before biting into a powdered donut.

That's it for the first chapter. Not exactly my best start, but oh well.