Johnny's hands were shaking. He had been planning this for over two weeks. He had also recruited the help of the theater group. Meena had tried to convince him to just ask Ash out. Mr. Moon had eaten up the idea that his stars performing the only duet in their up coming showcases were going to start dating. He had jumped in to help, with everyone following suit.

They had decked the stage out the night before. A grand piano, curtesy of Nanna Noodlemen, was positioned where it could be hidden behind a curtain. Gunter had choreographed the dance. Meena and Buster had helped with the props. Eddie had set up a spectacular light show. Rosita had rolled her eyes at all of them but had helped pick out a song. Wild Thing was perfect for Ash. Mrs. Lizzard had helped him learn how to play the music.

It was going to be amazing.

"She's here! She's here!" Gunter came rushing in.

"Places everyone!" Mr. Moon called out, before heading to usher Ash to a front row seat. Johnny took his seat at the piano. When Moon said, "Now presenting Johnny and the Moon Theater!"

"That's not what we called ourselves," Gunter interrupted.

"Yea, I thought we went the Moon Beams," Meena pointed out.

"I thought it was spicy gorillas?" Gunter replied. Johnny groaned, why had he asked for anyone's help?

"Um, what's going on?" Ash asked. Johnny couldn't see her from behind the curtain, but he could imagine the confused face she was making.

"Now would be a good time for that camera phone," Rosita suggested. Johnny let his head fall forward, only for him to go too far and land on the keys letting out a flat cry from the piano. This was a disaster. Why had he listened to his father?! As if his Dad had ever given him good advice.

"Aham," Mr. Moon cleared his throat, "If we'd like to get back into places so Johnny can start?"

The shuffling of feet could be heard.

"We're ready for you Johnny," Mr. Moon called. But he couldn't. Things were already so awful. Maybe he should just call the whole thing off. No, no he could do this. And he tried, only his hands started to shake every time he got close to the keys.

"Why don't you let me play?" Rosita offered.

"But I—"

"You're too nervous to play, just focus on the song. Sing to Ash. You picked this song for a reason, so let it show," Rosita took his place at the piano. In a haze Johnny walked onto the stage. Eddie rushed out with a mic. Johnny hadn't looked at Ash, couldn't look at her. He waited for Eddie to leave the stage before looking up. There she sat in the front row. Kind, talented, smart, beautiful. A real rock star at heart. That was Ash.

And suddenly the first line of the song poured out of Johnny's mouth like they'd always been there.

"Wild thing, you make my heart sing, you make everything groovy~"

He didn't pay attention to the others as they danced. Barely heard Rosita on the piano. His heart was in the song, and his eyes were on Ash. Who was wearing the happiest smile he had ever seen.

In the end he was out of breath. Ash ran up the stage. And the first word out of Johnny's stupid mouth was, "Hey."

"You didn't have to do all this. I said yes to the movie," Ash looked like she was walking on a cloud the way she was bouncing with each step.

"Yea but this is our first date," he reasoned.

"Oh, I thought the movie was our first date," Ash chuckled. Johnny just stared dumbly at her. They were already dating. Before the 'grand romantic gesture' well, that was reassuring. And oddly a let down. He'd built this moment up in his mind. He wasn't disappointed, happy that she already saw them as dating.

"I really liked this though. No one has ever, sung for me like that. Or put on an elaborate show," Ash grabbed his jacket to tug him down, "Thanks"

Ash kissed Johnny on the cheek. His face was in flames with blush. Only matched by Ash's own ruby cheeks.

"So, where do you want to go for our second date?" Ash asked.

"Ah…" Johnny hadn't actually gotten that far. He'd been so obsessed with getting the performance right, so Ash would want to say yes, that he hadn't given any thought to what the date should actually be. Crap.

Rosita was failing to smother her laughter in the back ground. Gasping about how, "the apple doesn't fall far the tree. I'm never letting Oscar forget this!"