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After Red Shore (part3)

Meena was in her dressing room, taking a breather. She had been performing in Mr. Moon's theater for a little over a year now. She still suffered from panic attacks, but not nearly as bad as she did at the very beginning and she had Mr. Moon to thank for that.

He was the one who pushed her to be all that she could be. He helped her find her confidence and helped her learn to believe in herself.

"Don't let fear stop you from doing the thing you love." He had said. And she she tried to live by that qoute. If not for Buster, she'd never had gotten the confidence to ask out Alfonso.

Her phone dinged and she peered at home and smiled.

Speaking of which. She opened a message and saw he had sent a photo of him holding her favorite ice cream with the caption "thinking of you" with heart emojis following after.

A soft knock at her door brought her back from her thoughts and she fumbled with her phone before calling out "come in!".

The door opened and Johnny walked in. "Hey, Meena, got a second?" He asked.

"Sure, Johnny, what's up?" Meena asked as he took a seat in a secluded chair reserved for anyone who might wish to sit and chat.

"Has Mr. Moon been acting strange to you?"

Meena blinked, taken back. She racked her brain, trying to remember the past week and how her boss and mentor had changed. "I know he hasn't been sleeping well. And gets really jumpy. I tried to ask him a question last week and nearly jumped out of his skin. Told me I shouldn't sneak up on people like that. He laughed it off, but I could tell he looked really nervous."

"Sams thing happened with me and him yesterday. Me and Nooshy were performing and he came in. Nooshy was just messing around, so I really didn't think about it till this morning, but she was spinning around and grabbed Mr. Moon by the coat and lifted him up. Now that I think about it, he looked really scared."

Johnny stopped as his mind traveled back to Crystal Tower's Theater. He remembered when Mr. Crystal suddenly appeared and grabbed Buster from them. They were watching Rosita's part of the show when Buster was taken up the lift. Johnny remembered hiw he tried in vain to cry out to his boss.

And when Jimmy dropped him...

Johnny turned away from Meena and shut his eyes as he felt tears suddenly form. Never had he felt so useless. He had half a mind to jump after him, but before he could, Rosita swung in to save the day. From his view on the platform, he watched her swing in and clutch the koala tightly to her chest before releasing him gently onto another platform. Johnny felt his knees buckle in relief as he mentor and friend sat up, seemingly physically unharmed.

But mentally? That seemed another matter.

Another knock interrupted them and the two turned to see Miss Crawley walking in with two cups of tea. "You two have been working extra hard today, so I thought you'd need a little pick-me-up."

"Thank you, Miss Crawley." The two young adults said in unison.

"Miss Crawley? How long have you known Mr. Moon?" Johnny asked.

Miss Crawley wriggled her hands a bit. "Oh my, a long time. I was friends with his father." She said.

"You were?"

"Oh yes. His father was like a son to me. I knew Buster's mother as well."

Johnny and Meena exchanged glances. Never once had Buster's mother been brought up in conversation. As far as they were concerned, his mother had passed shortly after he'd been born and it'd just been he and his dad.

Miss Crawley continued. "Actually I knew his mother before I knew his father. She and her family were my friends." The old lizard took a deep breath. "First his mother passed, complications with his birth and then his father. Years of washing cars led him to get bad bouts of pneumonia. One year... he finally succumbed, leaving only Buster and his theater and I became his only family." She then looked up and smiled. "Till he met you all."

Johnny took her hand in his and gave it a tight squeeze. "I was... I was so afraid... that I was going to lose Buster too. That night in Red Shore?"  She said, softly.

Johnny hugged the older lady tightly before she cleared her throat. "I better go and finish with the tea." She gave them each a small smile and a pat on each of their cheeks before exiting the room.

After she had gone, Meena remembered her experience. She watched Johnny as he prepared to jump after him. Before she could stop him, she saw Rosita. The whole ordeal was traumatic and terrifying.

When Buster joined them again, she was the first to grab him into a big hug, nearly breaking his back in the process. When the curtain call came, they all gestured for Buster to join them. Rosita and Gunter stood on either side of him and Meena could just catch the relief in their eyes as they shared a look, each taking a paw of Buster's.

She couldn't imagine what they felt from their standing point.

~

Gunter remembered how he felt. From his spot on stage, he was watching Porsha practice her moves, but his mind was elsewhere, back in the city.

It was their part of the show and in the midst of trying to comfort Rosita, he saw that her focus was no longer on her fear, but on something else.

SomeONE else.

He followed her gaze and his heart turned to water. Buster was falling. Faster and faster.

With no hesitation at all, Rosita forgot her fear, forgot her worries and ran straight off the platform. Her focus was now Buster.

Gunter had remainedon the ship, trying desperately to control it, to make it returnto the ground so that he can see Buster for himself. Then he saw Rosita, flying through the air, a smile lightining up her face as she sang her heart out. Gunter risked a glance and saw Buster, safe and making his way back to the group.

As soon as he was safe, Gunter felt so relieved, so happy, he burst into song and together he and Rosita performed their act, flying around the theater, singing to the music and gliding to the rhythm.

When they met back to do the curtain call, it took everything Gunter had not to drop kick the white coated wolf as he walked out, claiming Buster's success as his own. He wanted nothing more then to show that total jerk dinkkesplat what dirt taste like. Matter of fact, he could tell by the grip Johnny had on his hand that he was feeling the same. But instead of making a scene, the group decided to humiliate him by leaving him to be laughed at by his public. They watched as he was escorted out by police officers, Gunter silently cursing the wolf in his native language.

"Earth to Gunter!"

The dancer snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Porsha trying to get his attention.

"Vhat? Oh! Very nice!" He praised, trying to force a smile.

Porsha bowed, dramatically as she twirled off to practice once, leaving Gunter with his thoughts.

How could Porsha be related to such a cold-hearted ass- jerk? Sure, she a bit dramatic, maybe even a bit of a spoiled wild-child, but she was still a kid. 18, Gunter guessed. 2 years younger then Ash. She was still learning.

~

Rosita remembered the shock.

She remembered the fear as well. The fear she had when she looked down into the vortex. But when she saw Buster falling, it became a whole new fear. A fear of losing one of her closest friends, a fear of losing a member of her family.

That fear was greater then her fear of heights. She could faintly hear Gunter calling her name, but she ignored it. Her only focus was saving her friend, her brother. She had a title for her little family. Buster and Gunter were her brothers, Ash, Meena and Johnny were her kids and Miss Crawley, wonderful Miss Crawley was her mother figure.

As soon as she leapt off that platform, her arms reached out, frantically holding them out for the little koala. When he was in reach, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her chest, holding him tightly, afraid to let go. Afraid if she let go, she'd lose him. Another platform neared and, as gently as she could, she released him and continued the show, as he would have wanted.

When they met on stage, she wanted to hug him again, hold him close.

More so, she wanted to take a bat to Jimmy's head and beat him to a pulp.

She remembered as they were bowing on the stage, when Crystal appeared, taking credit for Buster's work, she remembered when his grip tightned and he attempted to pull away. So while Jimmy was addressing the crowd, Rosita scooped up Buster and they rushed back stage to leave Jimmy to be humiliated. She could hear Gunter muttering in his language. She didn't need to speak it to know he was practically cussing Jimmy out.

A mom just knows.

Normally, she wouldn't approve, but under the circumstances, she wasn't against uttering a few swears herself.

Once backstage, she finally gave him a once over. Checking him for broken bones, bruises, in case Jimmy had hurt him before hurtling him off a platform. Buster wasn't able to calm her down till she had satisfied herself that he was okay, physically anyway. It never occurred to her, in that moment, how mentally he would have been affected.

On their way home, she and Buster never got a chance to talk about what happened. In all honesty, she didn't quite know where to begin.

She wasn't sure Buster knew either. It was clear he was avoiding the subject altogether.

Rosita frowned as she stood, her mind made up.

It was time for that talk. She left the practice area and headed up the stairs to her friend's office. Surprisingly she found the door closed. Buster had an open door policy, the only exceptions being he had a meeting or a very important phone call. Rosita put her ear to the door and listened. When no sound came, she knocked.

Silence.

"Buster?" She called.

Silence once more.

She wondered if he had stepped out, but she never saw him come back down the stairs. Anxiety started building up in her chest as she opened the door and peaked in. The office appeared empty, but, Like Nana, Rosita was familiar with Buster's usual hiding places. She first checked behind the couch and then under the desk. Then she sat on his chair and knocked on his drawer. There was a small scuffle before the drawer inched it's way open and familiar, gray fluffy ears popped from within.

Buster looked started for a moment. "Rosita! Is something wrong?" He asked, plastering a smile and attempting to look busy.

"Yes. We've been avoiding a certain subject. And I'd like to bring it to light." Rosita said.

Buster groaned inwardly. He wasn't ready for this. Not yet. "Rosita, the show is in 2 days. Can we discuss this afterwards?" Hoping that was the end of it, Buster leapt out of his drawer and began walking towards the door.

Rosita quickly followed and grabbed his arm.

"Buster-"

What followed next told Rosita the exact amount of damage that was caused.

As soon as she took hold of his arm, Buster went into full panic. Having not recovered from his last episode, Buster yanked his arm from Rosita's grip in pure fear. In doing so, he stumbled and fell against his desk. He closed his eyes and wrapped his large ears around whilst pulling his legs close to his chest. His whole body began to shake violently and he began mumbling. Both fear and embarrassment overwhelmed him. He tried with some difficulty to hide his emotions, but today that just wasn't the case. And Rosita was the last person he wanted to witness his panic attacks. For goodness sake, she saved his life! He should be comforting her! He should he thanking her! But the words wouldn't come as he sat, attempting to hide himself behind his ears.

Rosita stood in shock. This wasn't just simple nightmares. This was PTSD. This was pure fear. Buster was reliving his near death experience.

Rosita pulled her hand to her chest as she watched her friend grow smaller, if possible. She felt tears form, blaming herself for this most recent attack.

Regaining her composure, she got down on her knees and attempted to match Buster's height as she edged her way to the koala. "Buster? It's Rosita... can I move in closer?"

No reply.

Rosita took this as a sign of approval. She got close enough to lay a paw on his shoulder. One of Buster's paws reached up and grasped hers. They sat for a moment before Rosita gradually moved in closer. Buster, his eyes still shut, allowed her to gently pick him up and cradle him as if he were a child, her child. He weighed less then one of her piglets and Rosita could guess it was because of his recent eating habits. Even in Red Shore, Buster had trouble finding his appetite. Nearly a month's worth of lack of meals was taking it's toll in his new weight loss. Trying to keep Mr. Crystal happy, keep his group safe and away from his wrath and doing his best to make sure the show was just as meaningful as the name it was given had taken much of his energy and time. 

The Showman let out a shuddering breath as sudden exhaustion swept over him. Weeks of sleepless nights was finally taking it's toll. Rosita could feel his body shaking, but the longer she held him, the faster the shaking ceased. Buster sniffled and burried his head in her chest and she slowly rocked him as the panic attack gradually subsided.

Content on staying, Rosita sat as Buster fell into a deep slumber, possibly his first real sleep in weeks.

She could feel his heart beat as it began to beat in unison with her own, still beating wildly in his chest, but not nearly as bad as it had been a few moments ago.

She thought back to thay moment she saw him falling. Everything in that time span was forgotten. The show, the crowd, her fear of heights, everything. The only thing she saw was Buster falling to the ground below. The fall was enough to kill any animal, let alone this small koala. Her own body shook with the dreaded question that had been keeping her up for days.

What if she missed?

What if she hadn't jumped?

The thought was horrifying. She could see his body, on the ground, not moving.

She tightened her embrace, allowing her breaths to fall in sync with her friend. Her brother's.

She told herself the same thing she'd been telling herself all week. Buster was alive and here with her, with all her friends. She hadn't failed him.

Rosita wrapped her arms around the small frame in her lap and gave him a mama-bear kiss on the tuft of fur atop his head as she tightened her embrace, once more, afraid to let him go.

"You're safe, Buster." She whispered. "You're okay."

Story is not over yet. The healing process is just beginning.

hello Sing fandom, thanks for the new content i miss them so much 🎃🍁🦇

ash design for this was my fav

Trying to figure out Illumination's ugly style plus some sort of colouring experiment.

i hate this stupid fucking koala so much i hate him it makes me physically ill looking at his stupid face i wish jimmy actually threw him off the fucking building bc he sucks so fucking much i hate him i hate him i hate him i ha

Your right, I wanted to stop real cyberbullying to be responsible from the people who is a fan or not, note that im still open-minded artist (or.. Writer btw).

Even I have stressful moments that my brain does do because im a grown-up. And that's okay, I learned alot. Just needed to get off for so long the internet including younger people because, if they're have an account that only allowed in adults to communicate, don't trust Social media if it has full of strangers like my parents told me.

Only friends and block others if something is wrong to communicate like, problematic persons. Because if a person REALLY problematic and LYING about the truth of not being responsible.. like not being mature/no moral development and controversial ones (and I want to let go of my temptation to this things like I'm a detective, I guess).

Why Disney Wish caused to be toxic just like Sing 2? Why can everyone just let each other happy with their opinions instead of being toxic and hateful towards them. Admit your mistake and stop sending false accusations about others that’s not true

are there any sing discords left anywhere or do i gotta make one myself ....

He is insomniac 😞

idiot

SING??? BUSTER MOON??? JUST MENTIONED???, WOHOOOO!1!!1!1

h . hhello. can anyone hear me

Bustie ^^

Reference:

(Pls check the alternative text for info, thank thanks! ^^)

SMOL ONES!!! 🗣️📣💖💖💖💖💖

sing chokkori plush !!

Cool, I like the 3rd drawing!..

Btw, this drawing kinda familiar to me..

Darius x Porsha cuz I don't found any fanart of them

Original image if you wanna do your version

Jealous dadys lol

A little bonus ^_^

He don't car.

(PS: Mr. Crystal said: "Buster, can you stop lying?" Enjoy.)

The characters between Buster Moon and Jimmy Crystal are from © Illumination Sing

*Totally sometimes makes fandom content but my brain is too tired of it*

"I wish I was more well known in the fandoms I'm in"

*never makes fandom content*

*never makes fandom content*

*never makes fandom content*

*never makes fandom content*

*never makes fandom content*

*never m

"WTH ARE YOU AFK AROU-"

**Boinks me**

Fine, this is my first sing and art project in tumblf that I called..

~ Jas poorly yet nicely doodled version of sing characters!!!1!1!1 ~

(Yeah, I did it. So that's why I have many art projects in my own because, June and July are summer & rainy vacation btw)

This is my favorite character in sing so much.

Buster Moon, but it's my version.

Also, I know that this character is hard to draw..

WITH. OUT. REFERENCES!

Yeah, I totally I remember him. But idk why it took me so long.. But easy at the same time.

(Please- My art style is just super messy-bissy-ahh traditional art 💀)

(ALSO-)

(That's it. I'ma, go to 3 day break to avoid distractions. Because I need to focus on different ones.)

tryina understand how to properly draw THE OLD MAN

Don't want to make my old readers any promises I can't keep, but since it's the New Year, I figured it's as good a time as any to share a little tease for something that I may or may not have in the works...

Happy New Year - 2025!!!!!

Sing 3 - Concept Poster/Synopsis

"After taking audiences Out Of This World, Buster Moon and his can-do cast embark on a new adventure when they're invited to take their talent to the European stage. While his friends face new challenges and complications - including some unexpected family reunions - Buster begins to wonder how long their shared dream can truly last, and once again finds himself putting everything on the line to protect those closest to him."

I love Johnny and Meena so much!!! I hope we see more of them in Sing 3 because they're 2 of my favorite characters!!! 🤟🏻💙💜🫶🏻💗💕💋😍🥰

NAH I WILL NOT SIT BACK AND IGNORE JOHNNY AND MEENA'S FRIENDSHIP

I LOVE THEM SM AND ITS OBVIOUS BETWEEN THE FIRST AND SECOND MOVIE THEY GOT CLOSER

+ they were both so ready to play with the piglets (babysitters)

Some late night Noodlemoon🌙✨️

(I've spent more than a month on these sketches😂💀)

First Page of ‘Backstage Mayhem’ , old acquaintances bumps into each other again…

Next Page

If Johnny tells Big Daddy about his secret in the Sing movie:

Inspired by the “Too Serious Meme”

Meet my Sing OC: Tylee!

She is a short-tempered but kind hearted teenage bat who is not only a singer, but a skilled gymnast, artist and cheerleader. She feels like she is a freak due to her birthmark but the moon gang thinks that it makes her perfect for who she is! And sheee may have an enemies to lovers dynamic with Nooshy but who knows…!

Do you guys like sing ocs….

Sawyer Grahm!!! He’s one of the costume designers for moon theater! He’s a poodle, and very British..

He IS oc/canon, and I personally made him to ship him with Johnny!!!

Not only is he a costume designer, but he also sometimes performs when they have no actors available. He can play guitar, and sing. I’ll post more about him soon :3

FEEL FREE TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SING OC!!! I WANT TO HEAR!!!

A memory of Father and Son’s day out.

Request by: @singfanglob

If you all want an art request, please go to my ask box on my blog page because I can’t post along with your message requests on the message box unfortunately… hope you like it ☺️

Creating an another spinoff comic of Sing 2: Backstage Mayhem!! Will be posting pages soon so watch out!! And this was the first time I have created something on Procreate on my new iPad!!!

My Sing Oc as a Zombie in Sing Thriller

Comeback and dedicating this to Michael Jackson! Hope we get to see hints for the third sequel!!! @singmovie

What we could’ve have happened in Sing 2:

The Rynny Angst!!

I love Johnny and Ash together, but I see Johnny and Ash as Friends! #Jash4Life

Johnny and ash dancing romance 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Oh My Gosh! I love these two together!

sing Johnny and ash more romance 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰