Rebirth (Sing 2016):

Summary: What Lance did was unforgivable. He broke Ash's heart and left her alone in the world. Maybe he did deserve everything life threw at him from now on. But does he really deserve it when he starts to grow a feeling of regret? This is Lance's redemption story.

I can't remember what happened. All I know is that some doctors, nurses or whoever they are, were trying to cover my eyes with some wet cloth and rushing me into some room.

Yeah, I know all of you hate me for cheating on Ash. So maybe I kind of deserved what happened to me.

I guess I learned my lesson the hard way.

Lance woke up to the sound of a crash. He took a peek out of the window and saw two cars that had slammed into each other. He groaned. He hated this stupid cheap apartment. Ash's was way better. How rude of her leaving him out just like that. He shook his head and decided to do his morning exercises before grabbing some breakfast, dress and go to that mediocre restaurant to perform.

As he walked down the street to take the train, he spotted his best friend Arnold on the station with his portable drums (you know, the ones that require electricity and are easier to carry around). Lance rolled his eyes when the male platypus waved at him. He might have been his best friend, but he could be annoying at times. He recently got him into that small band he formed with Becky and now he played the drums, giving them a bit of flavor for lack of a better word.

"How ya doing, Lance?" He said in his faint Australian accent.

"Terrible. You?" Lance snapped, but as always, the platypus shrugged.

"Lovely. Mom sent me a birthday present."

"Oh goodie…" Lance rolled his eyes. He was too old for birthdays.

"Geez, what's with you today?"

"Not ya."

"Not ya what?"

"Not ya business."

"Someone's grumpy today. Did karma pay you a little visit?" The platypus teased. "Oh, right. How can she? You don't even have a freaking conscience!"

The train stopped in front of them and they stepped. "How many times do I have to tell you, Arnold? Let it go!"

"Can hold it back anymore." Arnold quoted. His voice was a bit more softer than Lance's, but he knew that his friend was kind of jealous, so that's why he stayed in the background with his loyal drums.

Lance gave him a warning look and he sat down. "Stop it…"

The platypus gave him a small glare. "Dude, you should really apologize to her."

Lance groaned. "There's no her, Arnold."

"You're afraid of her, are you?"

"What?" Lance gave him a shocked look.

"Ever since you saw her on TV, you've been super grumpy, irritable and frown all the time. And Becky has noticed nothing. She doesn't even care! Dude, she doesn't even have a brain, that girl is stupid I'm telling ya! And you want to stay with her? Really?"

"Becky is not stupid!"

"She asked me the other day if I was the spawn of a duck and a beaver's forbidden love even after I explained to her that that's not the case and my species has always been like this." He adjusted his AC/DC t-shirt with jean jacket and neat perfume. Arnold always dressed better than Lance anyways.

"Well, who wouldn't ask? You are a nature phenomenon." Lance snapped.

"She also asked if aliens brought me here to experiment on you guys." Arnold deadpanned.

Lance stayed silent. "Well, Becky might not be the smartest girl out there, but she is an excellent singer."

The platypus scoffed. "Yeah, right. She sounds like a dying whale." He received a glare from the porcupine. "Oh, come on, admit it." Lance looked away and Arnold placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, let's be honest."

Lance looked at him. Maybe for once, the platypus was going to give him some words of advice that will actually help him.

"That girl is a bitch."

Oh.

"That's it, I'm not allowing to talk about her like that."

"Dude, sooner or later she will betray you just like you did with poor Ash and when that happens, just know I always have comfort food in my apartment if you need a shoulder to cry on."

Lance decided to ignore him, like ignored everything that happened to him nowadays.

"Also, why did you dressed with those clothes again?" The platypus asked.

Lance looked down at his clothes. True they were the same ones he was wearing the day he broke up with Ash, and many days after that. "What's wrong with this?"

"You look like a homeless guy, man. And you need a shower."

"They cut my water supply again."

"I told you to get a real job."

Lance glared. "I have a job!"

"No you don't if it doesn't pay the bills. I at least work part time at the music store three corners from here. I can speak with the manager if you want." Arnold smiled.

"Nah…"

"Then be and smell like a homeless guy for the rest of your life. Ladies don't like that."

Lance rolled his eyes and looked out of the window.

"You're jealous."

Lance turned back to the platypus as the train came to a stop. "I'm sorry?"

"You, crazy son of a gun, are jealous of Ash because she reached fame and is a rising star but you haven't yet!" Arnold chuckled. "I love this kind of soap operas."

The train came to a stop and Lance stepped out. "I'm going to kick you out of the band, Arnold." He said with a warning look.

"You wouldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm too precious for you. And you need a drummer and also nobody likes you. Or love you. Or even want to be near you. Especially when you smell and look like a homeless guy, no offence to homeless guys. So yeah. And if it wasn't for me," They had reached the restaurant. "People will be out for your blood and hang your spikes on their walls."

"That graphic image wasn't necessary, Arnold." Lance made a disgusted face.

"They make the perfect stuff for spike collars, you know."

"Shut. Up."

The platypus shrugged and resumed taking out his equipment before he spotted Becky walking towards them. "Hey." She said.

"Hey." Said Lance with a grin. They gave each other a quick kiss on the lips. Arnold put his finger on his mouth as a signal that he wanted to vomit. Lance rolled his eyes. "So," He said to Becky. "You ready?"

"Duh!" She said.

Suddenly, the owner of the restaurant came up to them. "Sorry, but you can't perform today."

"What?" they asked.

"Another act came up. Good music for cheap!" He laughed. "And she's an Italian violinist. Haven't heard one as good as her!" He signaled to the stage. An elegant looking porcupine played the instrument with mastery as the public clapped for more.

Lance only saw red. "Hey! We are the ones who perform here!"

"With that attitude, not again. I can pay you the day and give you a free unlimited dinner, but you're not performing here again. Sorry." He gave them some money and led them to a table.

"So, Lance. How does it feel to be mistreated like you do with everyone else?" Arnold said as he grabbed a fork and placed it near Lance's face like a microphone.

"Who do you think you are, Arnold?" Lance pushed the fork away and groaned.

"Your best friend forever and your conscience. It's been an awful lot of time since we've spoken. How are you?" The platypus said sarcastically and he looked down at his menu. He really missed being around Ash. He sighed. A pity that Lance never saw what he had in her. Pity, a little platypus like him could have been lucky if a girl like Ash wanted to be with him. "The violinist is good you know." He commented.

"Shut up." Lance kept glaring at the porcupine that occupied the stage. His stage! He was planning to have an interesting conversation with that 'show stealer'.

And so the hours went by and the porcupine's performance came to an end, earning her several rounds of applause. She took her violin, gave a bow and gracefully left the stage.

"Let's go." Lance said as he pulled Becky's hand.

Arnold looked up from his plate. "But, dude! Free food!" He spoke up with his mouth full.

"You already six plates! Come on!"

Arnold groaned and placed as much food as he could in his mouth and followed his friend. In the backstage, the elegant looking female porcupine was adjusting the strings of her violin when Lance barged in. She looked up from her violin. She had dark brown eyes and her front spikes hanged over her eyebrows, giving her a graceful look. She wore black dress pants and a black short sleeved button shirt with short heels. But, Arnold thought, she looked like their age.

"Who do you think you are, stealing my stage like that!?" Lance screamed at her as Becky nodded in agreement. Arnold shook his head.

The female porcupine had an impassive face. "I do not know what you are talking about, sir." She had a thick Italian accent.

Arnold smiled. "Mamma mia…" He got a small smile from the porcupine.

Lance glared. "This was our job until you stole it with your stupid violin!"

The girl shrugged. "It's called talent and I wouldn't have 'stolen' your job as you state if you had at least a bit of it."

Lance stayed silent. Arnold, as much as he didn't want to, grinned. "Oh, burn…"

Lance glared at him but looked back at the porcupine. "You better back off or else."

"Or else what?" The female stared at him with an impassive face.

Becky placed her hand on her hip. "Or we pluck out those hideous spikes of yours because seriously, they're bloody awful, girl."

"And that comes from a girl that always tries to belittle others so she can feel good about herself? I pity you, really."

Becky stared in shock.

"Another burn…." Arnold whispered, more excited to see a 'bitch fight'.

"Why you little—" Lance was interrupted by the Italian.

"See this violin? This is a cheap violin. It doesn't sound as fine as the others. Do you know what that means?"

"What?" Lance spat.

The violin met his nose, making him lose his balance and fell on the floor. Becky kneeled beside him. "Bon bon!"

"It means it can easily be replaced." She took the broken violin and put it back on its case. "Remember from this moment on that Italians do know how to hold a grudge. Now, if you excuse me, I have an audition to get to." She walked past the fallen porcupine that held his possibly broken nose. She handed Arnold a piece of paper with her phone number on it. She smiled at him "Call me." She opened the exit door, looked back and cracked a small smile. "The name's Natasha, by the way." And she left.

"I got an Italian badass chick's number. Lucky me!" Arnold looked down at Lance with a small grin. "Dude, that chick," He and Becky helped him stand up. "…Just beat the crap out of you and it was hilarious. And she's sexy too."

"Just take me to a doctor." Lance said as he saw he was bleeding a bit.

"Karma, Lance, karma."

"Fuck you and your karma."

I had this idea for a long time and I really hope you liked it. I actually thought that Lance was a good character that needs some major development to be liked by this new fandom and I decided to give it a try. The 'not ya' scene is from Moana, good movie by the way. Tell me what you think of Natasha and Arnold. I imagine Natasha playing the violin like Lindsey Stirling. As you can see, they will have major roles in the story. As for how long it will be, I'm think that maybe seven chapters will be enough or less, but it won't be a long story. Review!