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Okay so you don’t know the GRIEF I went through to upload this. There’s a few mistakes but I’m just happy it’s (hopefully) playable.
EDIT TWO: IF THE FILE IS NOT PLAYING, TRY THIS.
anyways here’s the people who voted to be subjected to this:
@battlcdance @twilead @thepallas @miss-genki-art @ask-hextechjanna @blue-eyes-barbarian @cutmystrxngs @perfexionincarnate @decaying-flesh @majesticstardust @dancingashes @purge-with-silver @theseneschalxin and that one anon.
How about a Sing prompt involving Ms Crawly giving Johnny piano lessons? :)
Enjoy! (Prompts that require me to have knowledge on something particular (like playing the piano) are a bit difficult, so I just skipped the piano part.)
“All your hard work is coming along nicely, dear,” Mrs. Crawley’s hands shook as she brought the tea pot over, the vibrations nearly spilling the liquid over the edge.
Johnny stood and grabbed it from her gently, smiling. “Please, allow me.”
Mrs. Crawley nodded and shuffled over to her seat as her newest student poured two cups for them. Johnny carefully handed one cup to her, steadying her hands around it before letting go completely.
“Thank you, Mrs. Crawley. I still struggle with reading music though.” Johnny admitted as he stirred his tea, watching the ground in annoyance.
She nodded, her one real eye focusing on him. “Well you’ll get it right before the show.” She sipped her tea. “Probably.”
Johnny laughed and shook his head. “Well your half-way faith in me is appreciated. Care for any sugar?”
“Just a bit of honey, dear.”
He obliged, fixing her tea quickly. “I really appreciate all these lessons. I know you must be so busy helping Mr. Moon put on the show.” He handed Mrs. Crawley her tea back.
She nodded slowly. “It’s been so long since I last taught someone,” she ran her hands along the keys absentmindedly. “It was my mother.”
Johnny glanced at her. “You taught your mum how to play?”
“Oh yes. She paid for me to take lessons when I was a young girl. She loved the piano I think because she always wanted to learn, but she felt she was too old.” Mrs. Crawley sighed. “After I started taking on my own students, I brought my mother to the theatre and gave her some lessons.”
“Wow,” Johnny breathed. “That’s cool.”
“Oh no. She was awful.”
Johnny laughed. “It’s nice that you taught her though. You must have been close.”
The lizard nodded. “I loved teaching my students to play the piano. It always reminds me of her. It’s been too long since I passed down this talent to someone new.” She focused on Johnny. “So, really, thank you.” She chuckled and so did Johnny.
“Well, you’re very welcome.”
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I finally got around to my singing prompt. It might not be that great, but I tried and at least I did it this time :D
I’m a little late, but I made it at last c: Here’s my little song! Made an acappella version of the refrain of the opening of a tv series I liked a lot~
Tagging the ones who asked for it: @the-primordialburst, @the-gods-of-metal, @the-oceans-embers I don’t think you can consider this a lullaby, but I could make another one if you wanted one évè Maybe I could try to make a little base on the keyboard this time, @nithhaiahh, @vermillion-bloom, @veigarthevile, @i-can-make-you-a-costume-please, @theonlyodium! And those anons. To the one that wanted a metal song, I’ll think about it when my parents aren’t home, ahahah
Hi! I'm a big fan of all your Sing fics. I know you made a story where Johnny meets Meena's family for dinner but maybe could you make another story where both Johnny AND Ash go back to Meena's home for dinner and meet her family. And Meena's mum gets a bit emotional cause Johnny and Ash live alone with no one taking care of them and starts piling up their plates with heaps of food (cause babies need to eat) and when it's time to leave both of them are carrying a lot of leftovers
Thank you!
I’m using this prompt as an opportunity to practice writing in first person again (also to avoid giving Meena’s mother a name lol).
Enjoy!
I don’t know what I would do if Meena were ever in a situation similar to her friends’. A teenage girl barely out of high school living on her own and a young boy living alone in an old car garage because his family was in jail? I can’t picture my baby girl ever being so alone in the world, the idea of her having no one makes me sick.
But that’s what Johnny and Ash have - no one. And even worse, they seem to be okay with it. They’re laughing and talking with Meena right now, excited plans about the new theatre and upcoming songs. They’re not sad or scared, they’re use to it, they see nothing wrong with their lives.
Neither one looks like they’re starving, they eat a healthy amount, but they don’t scarf down food as if they don’t remember the last time they ate.
Johnny, the sweet boy, mentions in passing that he always walks Ash home, but who walks him home? Who’s waiting there to make sure he actually makes it back? What would happen if he were hurt, attacked, by someone on the street and left there - no one would know that he wasn’t safe at home where he should be.
Maybe it’s a silly fear. Johnny is a healthy, fit boy and Mr. Moon never lets anyone stay too late. Really, he should be okay living alone, but he shouldn’t have to be. There ought to be another option for him, someone to look out for him. Someone just to welcome him home.
And Meena has told me about Ash’s rotten ex-boyfriend. Maybe he hasn’t given her any trouble yet, but what’s stopping him from coming back to the home they once shared? Where are her parents and why aren’t they involved?
I might be just as silly to worry about her. After watching Ash’s performance, I know she’s a firecracker and has no problem holding herself high. But she’s so young, just like Johnny, how is she all alone?
I have raised my daughter to be self-sufficient. Meena can cook, she can clean, she can take care of herself. I taught her how to be independent, but never I taught her how to be alone. It never occurred to me that she could be all alone one day, without me or dad only a call away.
Johnny and Ash leave far too soon for my liking and I insist on driving them both home, even if it is daylight and a safe area.
“Here, before we get loaded up,” I grab Tupperware from the kitchen and begin piling what’s left of our dinner, “take some leftovers. We won’t be able to eat all of this.”
Meena gives me a strange look - she and I both know that my father could finish all of this food in one sitting - but she doesn’t say anything. She helps me clear the food off of plates and into the plastic containers.
“Really, Mrs. Loren,” Ash shakes her head. “It’s okay, I don’t need anything.”
“Yeah, me neither. It was all good, but we can’t take anymore food from you.”
“Yes you can! I insist!” I push leftovers into both of their arms and it’s almost more food than Ash can carry on her own. They may not be starving, but I don’t know the next time they will get a decent, home cooked meal.
Ash and Johnny share a look and smile at me. “Well, thank you for the lovely dinner,” he says, “it was fantastic.”
“You’re a great cook!”
Both of these children are stealing my heart. “It was my pleasure, you two really have to come over again. And soon.” They both nod in agreement. “Good, how about next Sunday?”
They look shocked, maybe they didn’t realize I meant so soon.
Worse, maybe they didn’t think I was serious about having them over again.
“Really?” Ash asks.
I nod. “Absolutely. We can even make this a weekly thing. Or more than weekly.”
If my daughter were to ever live her life without help, without anyone to check on her, I would want someone to step in and fill my role for her. I would want someone to look after my baby as if she was their own, to care for her and be there for her. I haven’t heard much about Johnny’s mother or Ash’s parents, but I can only assume they would want the same.
I have no trouble filling that role for either of them.
Ahhh, my first person writings never come out the way that I want them to.
I hope you still enjoyed it; thanks for reading!
Idk why but I love when Johnny gets hurt and his dad gets mad and is like a maniac so i was thinking of something where johnny gets shot on a heist on from of his dad when it goes sour like maybe it was a deal thing and everything just went bad
“He’ll be okay, BD.” Barry puts an unsure hand on his boss’ shaking shoulder. He doesn’t know if there’s any truth to his own words, but it feels like the right thing to say.
“The shot him,” he choked out. There’s no anger in his voice, just desperation and pain. “How could they do that to a boy?”
Barry stays silent for a second. “I, uh, I think they were aiming for Doug.” There’s no reaction. “But Johnny got in the way. I don’t think they meant to hit him. Not that… Not that shooting Doug would be any better.”
BD shakes his head and draws in a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. The fact that they shot at any of us is bad enough. But hitting my son?” The growl is back in his voice and Barry holds his breath. “That’s… There will be consequences.”
He rises from his seat, prepared to stalk off, but Barry stops him. “Hold it!” Big Daddy looks down at his friend. “Just…just be here for Johnny right now, okay?” BD lets his shoulder drop at the mention of his son. “Plan revenge and torture later on. Just stay here right now.” Barry basically pleads with him. “In case he wakes up. Or the doctors have news.” BD looks angrily at the door, eyes wet with the terrible situation, but Barry pushes him back into his seat. “Johnny is our priority right now. Let’s just be here for him.”
Since it’s been so long since I’ve seen Sing, I’m kind of losing interest in it, so most of my stuff about it will be pretty short. Hopefully, I’ll get to see it again soon and get more involved in it once more.
Can you write a fic with all the character's families talking to each other? Like, Johnny's dad talking with Nana? Or Rosita's piglets looking up to Mike's girlfriend? Or Meena's grandparents striking up a conversation with Ms Crawley (because I believe Buster considers her a part of his family)?
I so love Nancy (Mike’s girlfriend), she’s so cute! I tried to write her as a kind, but wild, chick. Nancy helps people, but Mike did meet her in a club after all and I think she was gambling with him. She’s very interesting to me :)
Nancy is far too young to have children of her own, she has already decided that. Even if she’s around the age Rosita was when she was pregnant, Nancy can admit that she’s not mentally ready. She enjoys her clubs and her drinking, her fast cars and exotic lifestyle; she enjoys being young and carefree.
That’s not to say that she doesn’t want children ever, just that she doesn’t want them rights now. Or anytime soon.
Still, she has quite a bit of fun looking after Rosita’s piglets before another big show.
Mike was more than happy to let her drop in on his warm ups and Nancy does love it when he sings to her. The way his ears fall back, his whiskers quiver, how he holds the mic…but she also knew that Norman could use help with 25 kids, waiting impatiently in their seats.
At first, she wanted to teach them how to play Poker (then, how to cheat at it, just like Mike taught her), but decided that might not be the best game for anyone underage. Nancy still had her lucky deck of cards and put them to use.
“Hmmm, Jamie!” Nancy eyes the girl to her left carefully. “Do you have any threes?”
Jamie grins, several teeth missing, and chirps. “Go fish!”
“Oh rat tails!”
The children laugh at her dismay, but Nancy picks up a card anyway. Not far from them, Norman is wrangling two piglets off of each other while another one climbs up his legs.
Nancy grimaces. She only has a handful of the kids entertained and the rest are…becoming restless.
“You know what?” She claps her hands together. “While the stage is free,” she quirks a mischievous brow, “how about we get a game of tag going?”
The piglets cheer and rise quickly, immediately running away from each other, though no one was ‘it’. Nancy waves the others over and fills them in on the plan, randomly choosing one of them - Zack, maybe? - to chase his siblings around.
Nancy scampers out of the way of stampeding feet and clambers into the seat beside an exhausted Norman. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” he groans. “I don’t know how Rosie does it.”
“She must be Wonder Woman.”
“No kidding.” Norman sighs. “Thanks for your help up there,” he looks up at his energetic children, the exact opposite of his worn-down self. “You’re great with them.”
Nancy beams. “No problem!” She watches the piglets on stage and a warmth blooms in her chest. Nancy really would like kids someday. But first, she needed to get Mike down on one knee with a ring…
Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen sooner than she thinks.
Rosita is shopping at a grocery store or wherever and needs some help with something, and Lance (who was there by chance) helps her, neither of them recognizing the other. Then they strike up a little conversation, and Lance starts talking about getting thrown out by his girlfriend (Ash) but spins it into being her fault, and Rosita says that Lance's ex sounds like a bad girlfriend. Then Rosita brings up that she knows a porcupine who might be interested in him, who'd also recently broken up.
“You poor thing,” Rosita comforted. The handsome porcupine in front of her shrugged nonchalantly but she could tell by the way he avoided her gaze that his previous break up hurt him more than he let on. “I can’t believe she would just toss you out like that.”
Lance nodded. “She was just so controlling. She had a huge problem with my being friends with other girls. I was helping a…uh, high school friend with her vocals and my ex saw it and just completely flipped. Threw out all of my stuff, then me, then my friend. She even left bruises on my arms.”
Rosita froze, would it be too forward to give him a hug? She didn’t care. Rosita pulled Lance into her arms and he stiffened, but lightly returned the hug. She couldn’t believe that this nice young man who had caught Casper from falling out of the cart while she had her back turned could be treated so heartlessly!She may have only known him for a few minutes, but Rosita had no doubt that Lance was a confident and friendly person who was still hurt by a rotten ex girlfriend.In fact, he rather reminded Rosita of another rock-loving porcupine…
“I have a rather odd question,” the sow pulled back from the hug, “I - well I know another porcupine who’s in a very similar situation.” Rosita shook her head just thinking of Ash and her heartbreak. “A very sweet girl, she had her own terrible break up recently as well. She likes music too, she plays the guitar, she writes her own songs, she’s a very strong and independent lady.” Rosita spoke about Ash as if speaking about one of her own children; she was so proud of how much her friend had grown recently. “I think you two would really hit it off,” she looked at Lance uncertainly. “Would you mind meeting her?”
Most of my Sing stuff has been pretty short because I’m losing some interest, but I hope you still enjoyed it!
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