"Later mom! Aw yeah this is gonna be sick. Thanks again for helping me take all this to stuff out Steven." Sour cream said, Steven walked out of the tarp holding a box labeled 'DJ GEAR' with some stars on it.

"No problem! I've always wanted to be a roadie. Whether they're lifting the heaviest equipment, fighting off crazy fans, or just offering moral support, roadies work behind the scenes to make all magic onstage possible."
Steven explained starry-eyed lifting the box in one hand. "I only really need the lifting, but I guess we'll see what happens tonight."

Steven handed the box to Sour cream, he nearly fell exclaiming a 'woah!' And putting it in the carrier as YellowTail walked up the driveway, Yellowtail dropped his suitcase and went off on sourcream. "No, I can't be back before 10:00. I'm doing a show tonight, Yellowtail." Sourcream replied to the man's muming.

Yellowtail replied back in some language that made Sourcream mad. "It is too a viable career! 80% of Germans make their living deejay'ing! Why can't you just accept that I don't want to be a fisherman like you?!" Sourcream argued storming off without Steven.

"Uh... bye Yellowtail." Steven said picking up Emperor whom was resting from the floor putting her inside the carrier and pushing it in the direction of Sourcream. Yellowtail muttered a bye in response. Steven raced up after Sourcream. "You okay Sourcream?" Steven asked.

"Yeah. I just can't deal with my stepdad on my case all the time. Why would I want to bring home fish when I could bring home sick beats? If he wants to 'muh-muh-muh' so much about it, he doesn't have to come. Ugh. All that arguing messed up my stomach. I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Sour cream said running inside Greg's car wash.

"Wait! Don't leave! waxing is free!" Greg's says pulling up with a hose and a sponge then stops see his son. "Oh. What's up, stu-ball?" The man says. "Just helping Sourcream take his gear to the warehouse with Emperor."
Steven responded to his father's question as Emperor poked her head out of the carrier. "Oh like a roadie, huh?" Greg said "yeah! W-what about you?" Steven asked his father.

"Well, same old, same old. Not too busy." Greg said, Steven smiled. "Don't worry. I'm sure it'll pick up soon." Steven said to his father "thanks kiddo." Greg said, after he said that a 'Honk' was heard and a large car pulled up infront of them.

"Whoa! Look at the size of that thing." Greg pointed out. "Steven, don't tell them about the free wax." Greg whispered as the person stepped out of the car. The male turned to look at the father-son-and pet with a shaded glare his shades glistening in the light.

"Marty?" Greg said recognizing the individual to be his old boss. "You mean your rotten old manager? I'll protect you dad!" Steven yelled hugging a portion of his father. "Eh, don't worry I got a hose." Greg said lifting his hose lightly. Marty looked around the car wash.

"So." He chuckles. "This is where you work now, Starchild. A rundown old car wash?" Marty said using his old nickname for the man. "Guess the music biz wasn't as good to you as its been to me."

Marty said smirking at his golden colored van shining in daylight. " Uh, Hey, Marty. Uh long time, no see, this is my son Steven, and his pet Emperor." Greg gestured to the now approaching Steven with the light purple moth animal, now resting in his arms.

"Whoa! Guess I'll call you starchild junior." The man starts laughing at his joke, the sun lighting up his face quite literally, Steven groaned as he put one of his hands ubove his eyes to make shade.

The shinyness of it all waking Emperor and making her put her paws over her eyes. "Anyway, uh, things are totally fine here, old Beach city." Greg put a hand on Steven's afro head. "But uh if you need me to wash that huge bus of yours, it'd probably help me out."

Greg smirked and winked, chuckling. "Listen, starchild, I can do you one better than a car wash. You and I have some unfinished business." Marty said, taking a envelope out of his jacket.

"Eh sorry, Mr. U. I totally clogged up your toi-" Sourcream cut himself off seeing Marty. "Whoa! Dad?" Sourcream said, looking at the wide eyed father. "Sourcream." Marty said. " what are you doing here?" Sourcream asked, Sourcream's father chuckled. "Uh... S.C." He puts away the envelope in his pocket and walks over to his son. "Oof! just look at you." Marty shook the boys hand. "when did you get so tall." Emperor could smell the discomfort of the boy. "Uh, like nine years ago." Sourcream answered. "Whoa!" Leaves Marty's mouth.

He chuckles nervously and swollars through his throat. "Sorry I've been gone so long, but you know how the music biz can be right." Marty said, sweating nervously. "No." Sourcream shot him right down with a simple word, but asked a follow up question.

"Can you tell me about it?" He asked. "Well you see the music industry is like a big beehive or factory where..." Marty continued talking to his kid.

"Man... I can't believe they're related." Steven said, making Emperor look up at the boy. "You don't see the resemblance?" Greg asked, looking down at his son. Steven hummed as he looked at the two. "Kind of?" Steven said like a question.

"Hey Sourcream." Steven said, making the father and son look at the boy. "Sorry to interrupt, but should Emperor and I haul your equipment over to the ware house while you catch up with your dad?"

Steven asked as Emperor fluttered her way over to the handle of the carrier and laid on it, staring at Sourcream for an answer. "What's this about equipment?" Marty asked looking at the boy with interest. his eyes drifted to the carrier, Emperor was quietly waiting on.

"Hello!" He starts walking to the carrier making Emperor fly off and into Steven's arms again. "What do you got going on here my friend?" Marty asked staring at the lone keyboard.  "Just getting ready to set up for this Semi-annual DJ night rave thing I do in beach city." Sourcream answered. "A rave, you say?" Marty hummed.

" S.C., I have a great idea. I've decided to hang out in beach city and, um... make up for lost time with you! And while we're chilling, I'll promote your little engagement." Marty took out a shiny card out of his jacket and handed it to Sourcream. "What's this shiny card with your contact info on it?" Sourcream asked looking at the luminescent purple card as it glistenedin the sun.

"Just a little something we pro music types call, a laminated business card." Marty gloated. There was a small silence as Sourcream looked over the card. "That is so legit!" Sourcream smiled lowering the card from his face. "Man, you're so lucky your dad is in the biz, throwing a cool semi-annual DJ rave thing is a classic father-son bonding experience." Marty gloated moving to the boys side with a large smirk.

" more classic then fishing?" Sourcream asked. "Just wait! We're gonna cram nine years of bonding into one spectacular event!" Marty said with excitement in his voice. Steven looked at the father and son, something just didn't sit right with him.

"Somethings a little off right Emperor?" Steven asked, Emperor shrugged dimly and put her head on Steven's arm. Steven gasped, whispering a small 'you love me'