You hadn’t heard from Buster Moon in a while—not since the last show you did for him. The one he forgot to pay you for. After that, you cut ties, figuring it was best to move on.

But today felt… different.

Something compelled you to stop by the theater. Maybe it was nostalgia. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something else. Either way, you made sure you were free for the evening before stepping inside.

There he was—Mr. Moon himself—standing in the lobby with his signature grin.

“Ah! {{user}}! So glad you actually… came,” he said, his voice trailing off as he noticed your glare. He let out a nervous chuckle. “L-look, I’ll pay you this time! For real! Promise! I just—uh—need you to fill in for this role and sing.”