AN: Hello again! I'm back with a new story – I don't know why, but I think I have lost some interest on writing in WOWP fandom, since there's no new episode coming in (joking – I still like it) so I thought of writing another Auslly fanfiction, because Austin and Ally is still producing right now! I've been having this idea to write since forever but I don't know how to start it.

So I decide that I'm going to write fanfiction with chapters, so no one-shot. And in every chapter there's going to be some song or possibly tunes – kinda like a musical or glee. I got inspired by a story called 'I'm All Moonshine' except that this one has my entire plot, and none of it.

Sorry if I got some grammar wrong, but I hope you like it!

P.S: I love reviews by the way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Austin Moon was the new Justin Bieber.

The blond guy grinned as the fans (Austin maniac by the way) squealed and yelled at him, and his grin grew even wider when some of his fans fainted (he thought it must be because of his looks, I mean, who wouldn't faint when he gave them his dazzling teeth and flick his hair – his favourite thing to do) in front of him.

The new superstar made its way down the stage, still grinning (he got used to it). "Hey, dude – did you see how awesome I was on the stage?" he asked excitedly, (flicking his hair once more) to his best friend, Dez. "And don't say no because the Moon doesn't take no for an answer. Of course I'm awesome! Look at me!"

"Yeah, you're great."

"Thanks, man," Austin Moon replied and both of them did a handshake together. "And by the way, tell Agatha that these shoes she told me to wear were bad. And the socks. Told her that the next time I have a concert – bring me socks anti-sweat, silk I prefer. And the shoes – she told me it was mad from Switzerland but I think it was from Swiss."

"But both of them have good qualities, aren't they?" Dez asked.

"Yeah, but I wanted shoes that come from Switzerland – made out of real gold, not silver – got it?"

"Yes, sir," Dez answered immediately. "So, when do you have time for us to bond? You promise me you'll do a behind the scene video with me right?"

"I'm tired right now, Dez," Austin told Dez ignoring his best friend's question. "Can you get me water please?"

Dez nodded in disappointment, and walked away.

"Oh, and Dez – don't forget the straw, and the water, no coming from tabs! I wanted an imported water – or else!"

"Hey, Austin!"

Austin turned to see his manager and agent, Jimmy. "Hey, the Jimmy is in the house!" Austin high-fived him, and turned back to whatever he was doing – checking his face.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy asked.

"I got a zit!" Austin cried out panic, pointing to a small red spot behind his ear – so small that Jimmy has to lean in so close. "I cannot be seen with a zit on my face!"

"It's just a zit," Jimmy told him. "I think you're overreacting. And it's a really small one – I can't even see it from here – have to lean real close. Oh, and by the way, the Boss wants to talk to you."

"Can you tell him later?" Austin sighed. "I got more important thing to do you know. Look at my nails- one of them isn't perfect yet."

"Austin Moon, I said the Boss wants to talk to you."

"Later."

"Look, if you don't go right now, he's going to fire me," Jimmy said to him slowly and quietly. "Not that I don't want to be fired," he mumbled under his breath.

Luckily Austin didn't hear him say that. Austin sighed and got up. "But it's like, right there!" Austin pointed to a door just a few feet away from his spot. "It's so… far away! And I just got my beauty-sleep before this."

"YOU GO THERE OR ELSE!" Jimmy shouted (finally) at him, and Austin was shocked. Jimmy never yells at him.

"Okay, fine," Austin muttered, starting to walk (like very slowly) to the Boss's room.

In truth, Austin had never spoke to the Boss before, or even seen him. Everytime Austin was in the studio, the Boss was never there. He sighed first before he knocked on the door, and waited. He touched the doorknob, and noticed that it was made out of real gold with borders made by profesional – he wanted one of those (he'll ask Jimmy for one)

"Come in," said a gruff voice.

Austin opened it quickly, slamming it fast after he got inside. "Don't do that," the Boss (he guessed) warned him.

Turning to see his face, Austin's dazzling smile was replaced by a nervous one as he stared at the face of the Boss.

He was so small.

So short.

And he was so young.

So all this time, the Boss was a young kid?

"You're my boss?" Austin asked the kid. "Dude, I thought my Boss was somebody like, really big, with like, hairy armpits and stuff like that – but it's actually a cute little kid dressed in a suit made for dolls? Aww."

"Actually," the kid said. "I'm 43 years old."

"Dude," Austin gasped.

Awkward.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't meant that – like, really… er, just asking though, do you use medicine or therapy to be like this young when you're actually that old?" Austin sat down, suddenly finding his shoes interesting coz he was looking at his shoes the whole time.

"No – I was like this too. And by the way, I don't have hairy armpits. Where did you get that information?" asked the Boss quietly but sarcastically. The tune of his voice was gruff and really hollow, it didn't really fit with his body at all. But yet, he said it so softly yet not kind.

"Err… that was a jok..joke, sir.."

"Ha-ha then," the Boss replied flatly. "Humor – do you like that, yeah?"

"So what about?" Austin changed the subject quickly. "Why did you call me?"

"Manners, young man," the Boss warned him again. "I want to talk to you about your career."

"I know, it's awesome right?" Austin responded far too quickly. "I always know that someday my career will be taking off like this. Nobody can resist the Moon." He flicked his hair again, and gave the Boss a smirk.

"Actually, it's not awesome," the Boss cutted in. "Look, Moon, your ratings maybe going up, but lately all I've been hearing was critics."

"About my awesome songs? I know."

"No, not your awesome songs," the Boss answered. "They said your songs don't make sense and even though you have a good voice and your looks, if your songs kept being bad like that, I'm afraid they won't listen to you anymore and you know what that means."

"No, I actually don't," answered Austin truthfully.

"If your albums won't sell in the market, then our studio might go down-under," the Boss explained. "And that means you will be out of my recording studio."

"Fired?"

The Boss nodded calmly, like it was no big deal that one of his stars might get fired for this. "I'm sure I can find someone better to replace you."

"Soo… what if I don't want to get fired?" asked Austin.

"You need to find a new songwriter," the Boss told the blond. "In 2 weeks."

Before the blond can say something else, the Boss said firmly, "you can leave now. That's all I need to say to you."

"Where am I going to get a new songwriter in 2 weeks?!" Austin complained at Jimmy, who was pacing back and forth in Austin's caravan car. "Oh, and by the way, if we can't get a songwriter in 2 weeks, we're getting fired. Man, that boss doesn't know how to chillax a bit."

"Well, that's the Boss. I don't even know what his real name is!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Dez, quit recording. This is serious."

"You know, if you get fired, you can start by acting," Dez offered.

"That's a bad idea!" Austin said. "I know how to act, and my looks make it happen, but my passion is music – not acting!" Austin ran his hands through his hair, like every times he stressed or panicked. "Get me a coffee. Now." He ordered to Dez.

Dez gave him one, which he drank instantly.

"I'm going to call some of my friends – maybe they know somebody who knows a songwriter," Jimmy said furiously, quickly taking out his phone and typing some stuff.

Minutes passed. "Ah! Here it is!" Jimmy suddenly shouted when there's a PING. He re-read the message and said to Austin, "my friend, Lester Dawson, has a kid – named Ally. He said that Ally likes to write some song, but never used them for herself. One of the song that Lester found was like this," Jimmy handed Austin his phone.

Austin started to sing,

And if he's into fashion

Or if he likes ballet

Doesn't get the time of the day

Coz he's built for the field

But feels like his love is somewhere else

And no matter what he felt (they)

Austin had to admit, the beginning of the song wasn't that bad. But the second time of the lyrics was really his style.

They told him he couldn't take it

Coz he's not made for it

He doesn't have it in his bones

So what makes you think that

It's girls only

No boys allowed

But there's no way

You can keep us out

You can't bring us down..

If I feel it burning in my core then

I'll take that

Bright little spark

And I'll hold it

Tighter in my heart

Then all your little darts

If you say I'll never reach the moon

I'll send you a postcard soon…(1)

Austin shrugged. "So how are we going to ask her, then?"

"Now that I don't know."

AN: So how was it? I hope you like the first chapter! Austin is really selfish in this chapter, coz that's what I want you guys to think for the first time! He only cares about himself, but soon, he's going to change. You have my word. By the way, the song was called 'Postcard' made by Bridgit Mendler. It's a really good song – it's about how girls were told that they can't do what boys can, and vice versa. But they're not going to give up hope. Check it out by yourself and listen to the song – it's amazing!

Next chapter is going to be updated soon I hope – in the mean time, you can click on the button review on the bottom or follow this story!

I'm out.